reading with your eyes closed

You’re just like him (he can’t stand to look at you).

You’re going to do great things (to escape from the feeling of being so known and forgotten).

You’ve always been so strong (and stubborn and difficult and yourself).

I just love buying used books, but especially I love my pre-loved literature anthologies. I have a little friend in my corner, leaving notes and underlining passages that they thought were so important, and now I, too, think it's important.

I'll never know your name, but whenever I'm having a hard time on a particularly nuanced poem your insight helps me through. You're so smart. If I'm reading a passage you weren't assigned, I miss you and I'm sad that I won't get to share my discoveries with you like you shared yours with me. You're so far away.

I wish there was a return address on this treasure you gave me, I wish I could tell you how much it meant to me that you were there for me my sophomore year in college. You're so wonderful.

Here's something you found interesting:

the first second and a half of tim mcgraw

and then play the first second and a half of cowboy like me

don't you think nineteen's

too young to be played

by your dark twisted games