LTH- Part... anyone know? I lost count...

For some reason, my fingers are faster to get to the second 'h' in your name before the 't'. So your name usually comes out as "Heahter", which does look normal, because all the letters are there, until it is looked at.

Nothing really. That's why I'm writing. Nothing really to say. But these are the best times to talk to you. Because when there is nothing really to say, the most is said. Too much is left unsaid when there are things to discuss. The things we come upon when there's nothing to talk about are priceless. Priceless memories that are just that now- memories.

I remember talking to you on the phone, once, late at night. The morning, really. Nearly two. I was telling you a story, as you always asked me to. You were so tired, and before I knew it, you were sleeping. That night, I told you a story I didnt normally tell. Not the one about the two girls who met in a motel and fell in love, gradually fast in a Starbucks and in some stairs. Not the one where we relive those feelings. But instead, it was a story about the future. But you were sleeping, and you didnt hear. When I realized that you were sleeping, I was relieved, really. Because I was showing you my hopes and dreams that I wouldnt let myself see.

But now, that's all I see. The future. Our future. Hoping, with everything I am, that there will be a future...

Am I crazy to want to be with you? To want to continue even though this hurts like hell? Did we take things too fast? Did I fall too fast? Was I too willing to give you my heart? Will this keep hurting till there's nothing left? Will I ever see your pretty face again? Will I ever look into those eyes I only got the chance to gaze so lovingly into that weekend? Will I ever feel your body against mine, our fingers entwined, fitting so perfectly? Will I ever get to see the brilliance of you in person, the stark contrast between your beautifully red hair and your shining blue eyes? Will I ever, even once more, feel your lips so close to mine, driving me completely mad, then releasing and kissing me just as I'm about to burst?

So many questions that cannot be answered. So many things keeping me awake at night. Refusing myself sleep to just lay in the dark and think about you. Am I as crazy as everyone thinks I am? I really wouldnt know...

I miss you. Baby, I miss you so much.

Love,
Erro