The Dark Clouds of November (Rienna is having doubts about me already, and I try to reassure her with this dumb letter, which I never sent))

Hey babe, howzitbegoin'? Don't know zackly why I's be writin'. Jess couln't stop my wheels from turning over and over our discussion the udder day. I was left wit me confidence a bit low about me ankles, not's to say dat's not where it belong. 'Guess I's been kinda inna daze lately these last 3 months. Uh, mmn. I shall recap:

August - Another sucky month in the life

September - Met a real cool girl, don't know if we're just gonna be friends or what, but I'm really diggin' her and like having her around. She's great!

October - Have been to heaven. God this chick is something else! I can't believe we've been spending all this time together, makin' luv and gettin' along real good. Too good to be true, overload, could this actually be my life?

November - Well, I guess I had to come down. Although, I'd rather have died in October and preserved the awesome feeling in its purity. But life goes on. Things change. Have I changed?

I know this is an inadequate, subjective review, but not altogether incorrect. I guess you've discovered my depth to be a bit shallower than expected. Oh yeah, I may be shallow, but at least I am dense -- uh, yeah. Wait, no...Sure I am. Thick as a brick. And fake as an artificial eggplant.

You are probably realizing right now just what a selfish, insensitive oaf I am. Or you figured it out long ago but feel sorry for me or I don't know what. I know that in regard to your feelings, I have been blinded by my own. 

Feeling as strongly for you as I have has made me hazy as to fact and fantasy. I mean, did we or did we not make love? And was I mistaken, or were you enjoying it just a little bit? 

I have been a neophyte my whole life, a tadpole, not even a frog waiting to be kissed. I am one generation removed from charcoal on my way to diamondhood. If I could be everything you wanted in a man in a day, I would take the class, do the ritual, whatever it took. But molding me into the fine human being you desire and deserve may take a long time -- more than a week. In fact, I don't even know if I can get the parts.

What I'm tryin' to say is that I really like you, have never met anyone like you and really want our relationship to continue and grow and not wither and die like a weed. 

I have been brought down from my heady high by your sobering words. I don't wish to take anything for granted. I'm grateful for all the time you've spent with me, your easy friendship -- you're a really great friend. You absolutely blow my mind as a lover. Makes me want to cry. Oh, well. 

I'd do anything, anything not to let those moments fade. So I have been pretty much dazed, first trying to get used to life being so great, now wondering if I can handle things as they were before we met. I don't know. There'd be a huge hole right in the center of me which, if I didn't cover it up before leaving the house, would be evident to all.

But I was smart. You broke my heart already when you let me close. I knew I'd never survive another thawing and refreezing of my heart, so I let it shatter in the privacy of my own home. The thing is: all those frozen pieces want to melt and run back together.

What kind of stupid methaphor shit am I talkin' anyway? What's my point? I don't know. What I really want to say, I guess, is this: I grew up like a puppy without much love. I don't really know what it is for sure, but I believe in it. And I've never been in a relationship where I've felt all the things I feel for you. It's hard to explain, I have nothing to compare it to. This is so new to me.

But I want to make it work. I'm not talking about changing myself into some someone else just so you'll like me. I'm talking about understanding where you're at and doing what I can to always be there for you and make your life pleasant. I don't want to crowd you or choke you out by smothering you. I want you to like me and I hope that you do, but I don't want to be manipulative, overtly or covertly. 

Be free to be yourself and do your thing. If I fit into your plans, I'll rejoice. If not, don't weep. I've already done that -- it's too dehydrating. Stop me if I'm being to melodramatic. 

"I'll miss you."

"I'm just going to the store."

"Oh."

What can I say that hasn't already been said by the Prophets? Work with me and I'll work with you. Be real with me, and I'll always be your friend. Love me, and I'll love you like an ever flowin' river. Not some dried up creek bed, some seasonal stream, but  a mighty flood, a torrent carving out new landscapes and taking you places that never existed.