At first, Liesel could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.
the book thief- markus zusak

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Letter Number Twenty-Eight

January 2, 2011

My Darling,

Let’s talk about houses shall we? (: I can’t wait until we get our own house. (: Our own home. Oh my goodness. The thought excites me more than you could ever begin to imagine. (: I don’t really mind what style of house that we have. I just want something with plenty of windows. Because I LOVE natural light. (: Like for real. I dig it. (: And for real I totally hope you love it too. Can I ask you something.

Will you promise to give me attention? At least two hours a day. Well more. Since you know, we’ll be married and all. (: I expect way more. (: Will you promise to stay in bed with me all day from time to time. Like not every day (; Because we’ll totally have some sense of a life. (: I just want to be with you Av. I want to be close to you because I totally miss you right now. Like no flippin joke.

I want you to tell me corny jokes, and at least smile when I use the cheesiest pick-up lines I can find. Because ask Mr. Tyler Craig. I use a lot on him lol.

I apologize for the short length of this letter Av. I really do. I just really need to go. I’m crying myself to sleep you see, and I just want to know why you’re not here to comfort me. And then comes the thought that maybe you don’t exist, and maybe all this time writing these letters are going to waste, but you see. It’s the only way that I can remain sane. Nicole just told me my predicament in her eyes and I realized that I only have two friends that I really talk to and one of them doesn’t want anything to do with me because he’s off with his girlfriend doing things we’re not going to even talk about here. And I love Courtney, but she’s not enough. I need a group of friends. But when I look around. I’m so lonely. And you are the only one that I can be emotionally dependant on, so here I am at 3 in the morning at the very first of the new year crying to a computer screen and typing a letter that I’ll possibly never get a response to. It’s not started off very well Av. And I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m so lonely.

Where are you?


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