Today’s run
Okay, I say run, but it is more like a walk/jog than anything, Anyway, I went to your former school.. Did you know it is over 2 miles away? And when I got there, I realized I have to go back... I suppose it saves money on gas. Plus the path is has a hill in between my house and the school.
I tried to imagine that I was chasing you to keep my spirits up. I don’t think I could catch you yet, but it helped drive me that last quarter mile to your school. Then I took a leisurely walk to beside the creek before running again.
I stopped running when a girl with her dog started walking in front of me. I started feeling awkward when I followed her for a like a block though. So I even more awkwardly squeezed between her and ran my heart out. I couldn’t stop running because it would be obvious I just ran just to get past her which might her her feelings. (Not that I really care about that, don’t get jealous). So I had to keep running all the way to the bridge. I got very dizzy when I got to the bridge, but when I turned around, she was nowhere in sight. So maybe I was hallucinating.
While walking along the creek, I realized I should explain why I am not pursuing you as obsessively as your heroes in the romance novel. Well, your heroes are often rich enough, that they can commit any crime they want and get away with it. Or they are juveniles who are not black, and therefore actually seen with leniency when it comes to the law. Plus, I am a realist. I could die anytime.
Imagine this scenario: We get together for many happy years and suddenly I died at age 33. As I have not been able to keep my hands off of you and am poor at using birth control, we have around 12 kids. Do you know how hard it is for a woman with just 2 kids to marry? I know you are beautiful, but even you would have a hard time attracting someone with 12 kids attached and no dating experience. So for the sake of our future 12 kids, clearly you should get dating experience. (12 kids in like 4 years. That is some struggling math right there. Plus it would take some extreme luck)
Dad still not talking to me. Guess I will have to confront him today. Wish me luck! I mean, you probably will read this long after I wrote this, so I am not sure how helpful that will be. But imagining that you randomly yell GOOD LUCK! in your room makes me smile.
Oh, and TOM really likes to screw with me and promotions. I made the order yesterday, but today they have a 5X reward point bonus. I swear I can’t win sometimes. (But I’ll still try my best when it comes to you.)
Lava you,
Me
6-29-15
9 AM
P.S. I have logged out of my twitter account so now I can see your tweets again. I wonder why it took so long for me to figure this out. That said, you haven’t really tweeted so much... Did you make another account or did you become a facebook junkie like my cousin?
Oh and GG Hannibal. Everything you love is being destroyed. (Except me.) All part of my plan to isolate you both emotionally and mentally. (Whatever that means, but apparently according to my book, is something guys do to young women.)