sadness

Dear M,

Did you forget about me?

Love,

E.

tat

Dear M,
I'm considering a tattoo. It will look something like this:

or this:

except obviously not like a piece of paper stuck to my wrist... because, you know, it'll be on my skin. I think I'm going to buy temporary tattoo paper that I can put in the printer to make temporary ones and try it out. I don't know though, it seems expensive, so I'm going to look around at art stores or maybe see if I can buy some off of a tattoo parlor. Let me know what you think. Talk more later.

Love,

E.

p.s. Please forgive the crappy taken-at-work photobooth photos. I hope you get the idea.

Drive

Dear E,

I wrote this blurb while I was waiting in the airport for my delayed flight.

"My skin is swollen with the promise of rain as my Turkish driver and I traverse through Queens in a yellow taxicab. The best part of traveling through these areas, of course, is the opportunity to spy on the goings-on of fellow urbanites. Tan skin stirs coffee by a window, a father blocks his puffy-haired toddler from running into the streets, and slaps her hands away from the street garbage can when something inside catches her interest."

Unfortunately, my Turkish driver totally took financial advantage of me as we sat in traffic in the middle of Queens for two hours. Sigh.

Love,
M

dear M,

i thought i would begin our public correspondence by showing you part of a letter i never sent. those are sometimes interesting.

"In Everything is Illuminated there was this quote about love:
'He knew that I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you and also I love you in a way that no one loves you or has loved you, or will love you and also I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.'
I know everyone (probably) has to create their own definition of love, but that one seems like such a good one that I felt like I should pay attention to it. I don't know. It made me think of you and wonder if I have ever said or could ever say I love you and mean it like that except when I've said it to you. I've been really scared lately that most of the things I've done have been mistakes and that I always speak too soon or not soon enough. I think this is one of those times when I am speaking too soon and not soon enough at the same time--like I either should have known and said this awhile ago or I shouldn't say it until I've sorted it out. But I also think maybe it's not that serious. I can't tell. I feel oddly as if I am going insane and also am becoming sane simultaneously...."

perhaps that was a little heavy for my first post. next time, i'll stray on the lighter side. did you realize our names spell out ME? obviously, this means that we've become one. now i want to sing 2 become 1 by the spice girls. is that so wrong?

love, E.

p.s. here's another quote i really liked from the same book that i think you will like: "with writing, we have second chances."