maiden

letters
2003-04-29 00:35:21 (UTC)

jesse/zak

dear zak,

last night you came over to my house. I curled up in your
arms and watched horror movies with you. Every time there
was a shot from a gun. Or a twitch from the nife, or
something unexpected. Everytime I would jump into your lap.
Pressing my feet up your leg slowly. You get chills, I can
tell by the way you breath when i touch you. I can tell by
the way I kiss you.
A new experience again. I have another new experience
again. I like this one though, I think I like it a lot.

fare thee well


dear jesse,
i wanted to be friends and you dont look at me. you dont
talk to me. you dont smile at me. we had sex every single
day all summer and now you wont even talk to me.
I still feel the effects of us. I still feel stupid and be
littled. I still feel like a slut. but i still want to be
friends. whats wrong with me?
fare well




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