Hey Mon,
I think you were pretty confused when I left, sorry about that.
It just occured to me that you probably thought I was freaking out, I was not, my room-mate was sick and he is such a baby when he is sick. So sorry, but I'll make it up to you. I'll take you out some where, anywhere you like. And then you can meet my room-mate if he is feeling better. He keeps asking me to get him stuff, but I suppose I owe him something. He helped me out a lot when it came down to the subject of... well, you. I think we should start the questions again.
1) I told you about my lovley parents. See what I did there? What are your parents like?
2) How does your brother feel about... this?
3) What do your friends think of me?
I am going to end this letter in a way I never have before. You'll see...
Anyway. How are you? Did I confuse you? Are you okay? Was it okay for me to drop in? Am I asking too many questions? Does your brain hurt? Mine does...
I didn't tell Joey about us kissing, he guesses because I was in an amazing mood, he said I was smiling all the time. So, he asked me and I cracked. I don't know if you want to tell your friends, it's up to you. I hope i'm not freaking you out. Huh. Me, freaking you out. That's slightly ironic. Don't you think?
Anyway. Bye, I love you, and I miss you.
(told you I would end it differently...)
Chan