Two
While sorting through the letters left on the drive, I came across this one. It doesn't seem quite finished. The final edit was saved at 2:31 AM.
Editor's Preface:
While sorting through the letters left on the drive, I came across this one. It doesn't seem quite finished. The final edit was saved at 2:31 AM. Maybe Alonso's keyboard was his therapist.
I couldn't stop thinking of you tonight, so here's what I wrote. I'm sorry it's a mess.
We were at the coffee shop. It was dark outside. Your confusing jazz was playing. I told you the perfect joke. You smiled with your eyes. My heart quivered.
We were at the park. It was rainy. It smelled like summer on the prairie. I jumped in the puddle. You were wet. You were mad. You pushed me into the puddle. The park filled with laughter. My heart quivered.
You sat next to me. I don't remember where. It was warm. Your shoulder was soft. I was breathing fast. You looked at my eyes. My heart quivered.
I was there. You were here. Sometimes it was too hot to be outside. I checked the mailbox every day. It was empty. My heart quivered.
My heart quivers with the memories of you. I wish your heart would quiver for me.
I know you care for me, but sometimes there's a nagging feeling that, for you, underneath everything we've done, there's only casual indifference. The only thing worse than being hated is being invisible.
~Alonso