a flimsy, gray one from a chain store, with a silver plastic triangle in front. I had one of those too, back then;
it looked so much better on you.

I like the way you look, your hair sometimes tied up, when you wear a long dress, earrings.

how I had been wishing to find that secret.
nowadays you write of such bittersweetness (you always have) and watch such love stories (you always have) that I'm no match for them. I've always been a very jealous person, so it is alright, and isn't this only the bittersweetness and love story I lovingly groom and ache for, that your fiction will never be a match for.
you give me more than I even decide to realise, but I keep falling, and hoping for things already lost (waiting for me in hallways, in autumn in parks) and things that are just an alternative storyline, that would take away so much (give me a fiction where I'm loved now, not years later as a first love)