"Blue,
I’ve been writing and deleting and rewriting this email all weekend, and I still can’t get it right.
I know I haven’t written in a while. So, first I want to say this: I know who you are.
I know that you’re smart and careful and weird and funny.
You overthink things and remember details and you always, always say the right thing.
But I’ve been spending very little time spelling things out for you and taking chances and putting my heart on the line.
I’m not going to pretend I know how this ends, and I don’t have a freaking clue if it’s possible to fall in love over email.
But I would really like to meet you, Blue. I want to try this.
And I can’t imagine a scenario where I won’t want to kiss your face off as soon as I see you.
So, what I’m trying to say is that there’s an extremely badass carnival in the parking lot of Perimeter Mall today, and it’s apparently open until nine. For what it’s worth, I’ll be there at six thirty. And I hope I see you.
Love,
Simon."
- Simon Spier, hoping to bring Blue into his life after all this time.

















