Revision of Open Letter
So the other night I made the mistake of wanting to see Jas. I went to the bar that she said she would be at, actually, that's my damn bar. But, I showed up and she either by mistake or on purpose, and I would like to think it was on purpose because that would be real hot and well played, showed up with her boyfriend.
So I wrote a mean letter to her when I got home. Obviously, when I got home I was rather inebriated and angry. The letter was probably a tad off sides and since I don't really know anything about her relationship or how happy she is, I have no ground in which to attack to her life.
She also says that I never write about the good stuff.
Everyday I get on this computer in hopes of 3 things:
1) That my bank account expands by 50 thousand dollars miraculously by a weird Internet freak accident.
2) That my job goes smoothly and I can solve problems and make things easier for the people I work with.
3) To talk to one of the most wonderful girls I know.
You see - she talks to me like she cares. And what makes it all that much more special is the knowledge that she loves to do it just as much as I do. A little while ago I wanted to end these conversations.
You see I get to fall in love with her everyday over and again. And that can be awkward when you know you don't get to see someone, umm...ever.
Just reading her words, which by no accident, are quite well thought out, makes me chuckle and beam every day. And although her temper is ridiculous, what that temper makes you do is treat her the way you would want to be treated because she doesn't take shit from me. She has a good sense of humor and is starting to be able to recognize when I'm joking. Anyway, she said that I never write about the good stuff and she may be right.
Well the good stuff I know about her is long and the list is honest. If you have the opportunity to ever run into a girl that drives you insane with passion, leaves you, goes to live with her boyfriend, still drives you insane with passion, yells at you because you date other girls, and yet still has the audacity to make you tell her compliments, you know what I suggest; I suggest you follow her to the end of the Earth and use her to inspire you to do other things. She makes me feel alive everyday. And since my bank account isn't likely to explode by 50 grand anytime soon, she is the best part of my day.