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I miss you to death. I wish you were with me instead of going to Tennessee.

Yeah, so I miss you already.

It’s kinda pathetic, no?
I mean, we just spent the last 8 days around one another, and I miss you the morning of the 9th. It could be because of spending so much time with you, or it could just be because I love you. I think if we ever live together, we should live together far away from Florida. Oh, and without my mom. Or kids. Even cute adopted ones with awesome hair.

I feel weird this morning. I feel worse than I did when we left. Probably because I feel I’ve failed. I feel like I messed us up, and I don’t like feeling like that. I know we’re not messed up, but still. I wonder how today will go? I mean I’m going down to see you, get my car fixed, and possibly eat O’Charley’s because dammit I’m hungry. I just get scared that we’ll hit the wall, that’s all. We’re amazing for each other, but this week has been hell. Given, it was because my mom was on vacation with us, we were in a fancy-ass, five star hotel with a bunch of crazy folk (the couple fighting physically, the guy yelling on his cell phone to “Shut your fucking mouth!,” the family above us who loved the door on their closet, et al.) and in the hottest place we could be, surrounded by people thinking everything’s supposed to be magic all the time, so when it’s not shit gets bad.

I mean, I guess what I’m trying to say is we don’t need that.
We don’t need getaways to be happy. We don’t need Converse shoe outlets and the Lego store. We don’t need $3 bottled water or $0.69 bottled water.
We need each other.
I need you.

It’s weird that the magic feels lost in Disney World. Not Disney’s, ours. It scared me that you asked me that, but only because I was about to say it. I didn’t like the idea that we might end it all four days before we came home, in a strange place with a jacuzzi. The car ride home would’ve been way worse.

But we soon realized we were shitting ourselves. Yes, there are things we should fix, there are things that we’ve gotten lazy on, but we love each other still. Therefore, it’s fixable, right? Right.

Why am I writing this here and not in your book? Because, you see, this isn’t about you on February 14th, 2010, this is about you on June 27th, 2009. This is about us right now. Not about the future, not about the past… about how we feel about one another right now. I know that I cannot look at anything that says “I love you” and not think about you. That’s the way we’re gonna be. I love you, and I always will.

The best part of my trip? Standing in the ocean, hugging you for way too long. It all made sense there. The whole trip was worth it.

I hope you’re having fun with your family. I’m gonna get some leftover bacon. Call me soon.
Puppy Monorail,
Christopher “Nosotros” Butcher.

Dear Christopher,

I’m beginning to think that you’re the only person who likes my singing.

Good Night Love.

I am not entirely sure when you will read this, but I’m sure you will eventually.  So, you know all of those sappy romantic comedies that you hate to love? (Well actually I love to love them) Anyways, just like any other girl I drool during the kiss scene and bite my nails when it seems like the two lovers impromptu romance might come to an end.  But I get a little more satisfaction out of it than those other girls.  I get the real thing.  I get the real whirlwind romance that makes your head spin like a top.  I get the real butterflies threatening to escape my stomach.  The damn near heavenly satisfaction I feel when I lay my head on your chest. 

You don’t deserve to be sad Christopher.  You and I need to take each other’s hands and search for the right path together. Sometimes I feel like we are separated and wandering about an unsolvable maze.  You and I need to compromise.  You and I need to recognize each other’s feelings no matter how selfish we feel. 

 If you have wondered why I like to stroke my hands about your face, is because I never want to forget it.  So yeah, I may forget the certain intricacies of your face, but I doubt I will ever forget how it feels. I will never forget the way your hands feel on my shoulders and my face either.  I will never forget the sheer satisfaction of feeling your body linked together, as if in a puzzle, with mine. 

I love how serious you get. When you hold my face back and look into my eyes, you look so incredibly serious.  It’s quite adorable.  Or when you say something extremely silly to try and break my serious expression.  I love that.  I doubt I could live without that.

You say that I deserve better from you, but we just need to look together.  I can’t let you do this alone, because as we like to say; We’re in this together.

So don’t fret because I do love you.  I doubt I could keep my sanity if I could never be able to sink my troubled face into your warm and loving chest.

You make me feel like I can conquer anything when we are in sync together.

Let’s make something out of ourselves,
Kelsey Rosemary Holmes

(Puppy Fence <3)

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And we like it that way.

Dear Kelsey,

You can fucking sing and you know it. You’re kind of cute when you’re 3/4ths asleep. You’re super cute when you’re awake. I love you, always will. But for now I will sleep until lunchtime. Goodnight, my talented Dr. Awesome.

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