purely coincidence that things resemble the living or dead,
especially you.
A letter from Tom to
Summer Dear Summer Finn of Sinnick, Michigan, this letter comes from Tom Hanson of Margate, New Jersey. I wrote the beginning with such a lot of trouble, in case you mistakenly placed it under a certain table leg based on the origin of the letter that Tom couldn't guess, instead of showing off how strong my memory is.
Strictly speaking, this is the 500th day I met you. Of course, you can say that it contains more or less moisture. After all, it includes our ignorance of each other, to the point where we are out of control, and then return to the well water and the river water. In the days of non-compliance, there is no need to be surprised at my sensitivity to numbers. Don’t forget that my undergraduate degree is architecture, a man of standard science and engineering. I still remember our first kiss in the photocopying room on the 31st day; playing cosplay in Ikea on the 34th day (well, I admit that I had the urge to get married at that time); on the 87th day we went to the video store to rent a video and watch it in the bathroom. Calabash painting; day 290, fuck, we broke up; day 402, shit, we reunited; the next day—this is the day I don’t want to remember—you invite me to a party at your house, I was also looking forward to some things happening. For example, we were reunited. Later, I found out that all the world except me knew that it was your engagement party kick. What it is that you are Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu also has dignity! Until two weeks ago, we met again under the arrangement of fate, but it happened in the place where we had good memories on the 95th day. Things are not right, but the thing on your left ring finger is a bit dazzling.
The most troublesome thing is that you ran to marry someone without warning. Before that, you said to me, I don't wanna get into something serious...is that ok? At that time, I said tens of thousands of "not OK" in my heart, but for a moment I thought of your black hair , Pinch my mouth before speaking, the heart-shaped birthmark on my chest, and the sound of laughter, I have compromised or been changed. I started laughing at the old-fashioned love concepts of my friends. Even if I have no status, I feel that having fun in the moment is much more interesting than loving and complaining. Well, as long as we are together.
And we weren’t together after all, oh, I know I’m so ordinary, as a writer for a greeting card company, I don’t have much money, and I’m not very promising. The only advantage is that I can write a little bit of gritty essays, draw a little picture, I am intoxicated, and I am usually obsessed with British rock. On weekends, I will either have a movie theater or an art gallery or just eat. Just like Mai, the protagonist of a certain cartoon on the other side of the earth: We are all a little low energy, can't get A, and will be too fat for the foreseeable future, and we are not as lucky as Kung Fu Panda, and often fail.
So I can really see if you didn't choose me. I may be able to give you happiness and trust, but I can't give you a stable and secure life. Well, I wish you a happy new life and sex life after marriage.
ps. Recently I met a woman named Autumn, which is a bit strange.
pss. Do u still believe in love?
I love you Tom Hansen
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