"dear redhead,
just seeing you walk towards me, unaware, you've always been, gives me an atavistic rush.
my memories of these days we bleed through will be of tremendous love and talent and rare commitment. finding you was like being invited into a bonfire and finding out that the fire is actually your friend. Ho Ho!
but how long can you stand it, brother, before your love will crack?
some people, in my life, have been fried to cinders as i recall, while others use the heat to transmogrify themselves into heroes... to me...
my central memory of this time, of right now, will probably be that everything we're doing just seems to work. or almost everything. what the hell? buy the ticket, take the ride, eh? like an amusement park, or the circus-circus casino: it depends on your personal definition of "acceptable loss".
i know X considers his days with me to be an utter waste of time and love, or maybe he just says that for his own vengeful reasons. some people are too weird for their own good.
but not me redhead. i say thanxx for the rush.
yr. sweetheart, jack"
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