Well, yes. It's the single most ridiculous, terribly soppy, pulp piece of writing that I own.
[ He smiles confidently to hide that he's actually rather nervous on the inside, as he climbs back into bed, and says: ]
I believe I mentioned in passing that I once wrote of you. Of us, while... very drunk and surrounded by other, more talented writers who were sick of my pining, in their words. They encouraged me - they dared me - to write, and so, I did.
And I never looked at it again.
[ He's not actually sure he could read it, with his handwriting getting noticeably worse as the book went on, and with his line of thought meandering and full to bursting of a loved shot through and scarred with denial. ]
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Date: 2020-04-03 02:26 am (UTC)[ He smiles confidently to hide that he's actually rather nervous on the inside, as he climbs back into bed, and says: ]
I believe I mentioned in passing that I once wrote of you. Of us, while... very drunk and surrounded by other, more talented writers who were sick of my pining, in their words. They encouraged me - they dared me - to write, and so, I did.
And I never looked at it again.
[ He's not actually sure he could read it, with his handwriting getting noticeably worse as the book went on, and with his line of thought meandering and full to bursting of a loved shot through and scarred with denial. ]