I'm sitting here. It's been three hours and I find myself, for the first time, typing you a letter. What if you don't show? It won't have been a waste of my day. I can tell you that now. The fact that it's you makes it worth it.
I'm watching people. The way everyone interacts. I never realized how beautiful mankind is. It's amazing that I could have gone so long so blind. Thank you. You've helped me open my eyes. Of course, I'll tell you all this in person if you ever walk through the door. Something tells me you won't. I mean, I don't even know if you've opened a single letter since I left you at the airport. I guess I'm hopelessly waiting.
Remember that fight we had? It was so long ago, you've probably already forgotten. It was stupid, I don't even remember what it was about. I just remember the way your face twisted into something unrecognizable, something painful to watch. I was scared for you. I ran. It was ridiculous, but I ran. I used to always run from my problems. You chased me.
I keep thinking about that. Being in this cafe, waiting for you, I keep finding my thoughts on all the wrong thing's I've done that made you mad. Nothing was as bad as this. I can't be sure, but I think you're mad at me. No, you don't deserve to be mad. You deserve so much more. You deserve resentment towards me. You deserve to hate me. You have reasons to be wrathful towards me.
I avoided it earlier. I avoided the reason you left. You were going to Tokyo, I was so mad you were leaving me, and so mad that it would be selfish to consider holding you back. You offered to stay, and I was short with you. I lied. You were making something of your life, and I was jealous. I let you get away on a bad note. Of course, I wrote to you as if it had never happened. I wrote as if we were going back to the days when we would watch the sky, just to see the earth rotating.
I think I'll write you a new note. I think I'll send that one. I don't want to bring back the memories of such a bad time. I'll hold back my tears as I wait, and I'll write on paper with a pencil. Typing is never the same.
I think I may save half of this, though. Maybe you will cruelly smile at the fact that I have discovered your anger. You won't though. You're too good. I'm sorry. Simone, I love you. I'll put this under your doorstep. I'll knock on your door after 10pm. I'll hope you'll answer. If you don't answer, I'll write on your door the apartment I've rented. I think I'll stay a while. I'll pay you back for the ticket. I'm getting my old job back. I might get a new one at a hotel for a while. I'll visit you.
I'm watching people. The way everyone interacts. I never realized how beautiful mankind is. It's amazing that I could have gone so long so blind. Thank you. You've helped me open my eyes. Of course, I'll tell you all this in person if you ever walk through the door. Something tells me you won't. I mean, I don't even know if you've opened a single letter since I left you at the airport. I guess I'm hopelessly waiting.
Remember that fight we had? It was so long ago, you've probably already forgotten. It was stupid, I don't even remember what it was about. I just remember the way your face twisted into something unrecognizable, something painful to watch. I was scared for you. I ran. It was ridiculous, but I ran. I used to always run from my problems. You chased me.
I keep thinking about that. Being in this cafe, waiting for you, I keep finding my thoughts on all the wrong thing's I've done that made you mad. Nothing was as bad as this. I can't be sure, but I think you're mad at me. No, you don't deserve to be mad. You deserve so much more. You deserve resentment towards me. You deserve to hate me. You have reasons to be wrathful towards me.
I avoided it earlier. I avoided the reason you left. You were going to Tokyo, I was so mad you were leaving me, and so mad that it would be selfish to consider holding you back. You offered to stay, and I was short with you. I lied. You were making something of your life, and I was jealous. I let you get away on a bad note. Of course, I wrote to you as if it had never happened. I wrote as if we were going back to the days when we would watch the sky, just to see the earth rotating.
I think I'll write you a new note. I think I'll send that one. I don't want to bring back the memories of such a bad time. I'll hold back my tears as I wait, and I'll write on paper with a pencil. Typing is never the same.
I think I may save half of this, though. Maybe you will cruelly smile at the fact that I have discovered your anger. You won't though. You're too good. I'm sorry. Simone, I love you. I'll put this under your doorstep. I'll knock on your door after 10pm. I'll hope you'll answer. If you don't answer, I'll write on your door the apartment I've rented. I think I'll stay a while. I'll pay you back for the ticket. I'm getting my old job back. I might get a new one at a hotel for a while. I'll visit you.
