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To: dom borax < mailto:printthisplease@hotmail.com >
Sent: Friday August 2nd, 1999 2:01 AM
Subject: RE RE RE RE I’m actually feel a little guilty
Dom did I just read ‘love dom’ at the end of your last email…? I know I shouldn’t point it out…but I can’t help myself…it makes me wonder if I’ll write ‘love stacey’ at the end of this email…I guess you’ll just have to wait and see…
Yes, I am certain that I came into your bookstore a year ago…and I reckon you served me…I have the vaguest memory…actually when we first met at Crisps’ party back in April, I did have a strong feeling that we’d met before…you did seem familiar…you did seem strangely comfortable too…I know I was probably a little cool…but part of me was just trying to work out why I strangely felt there was already a connection between us…
… maybe I’m just trying to justify that I was simply attracted to you…a guy with glasses gets me every time…
Anyway…for the moment, I’m going to believe we met in the bookstore…I’m going to imagine that you served me…I’m going to imagine that I wanted to read something meaningful and you guided me toward Franz Kafka…I’m going to imagine that you picked up his collected works (volume one) and told me that this could change my life…
I’m going to imagine taking the book off you and our fingers touching briefly over the spine…
I going to imagine, paying for it and walking out the shop, glancing one final time over my shoulder at you…
I’m going to imagine seeing you at the counter…perched on a stool…reading something surprising…something like CS Lewis…
I’m going to imagine that you looked up just as I was leaving…
I’m going to imagine you smiled and I knew that we would meet again…
I’m going to imagine that when I returned home I read Metamorphosis in one sitting and cried for hours…
I’m going to imagine that I put the book back in my book shelf and seeing a cockroach scuttle across the floor…and for the first time in my life I considered giving such an gross creature a name…
I’m going to imagine I then spoke to the cockroach as it hunted for crumbs…”Be safe, Gregor,” I imagine I said, “Avoid the fruit, avoid the family, avoid the world and know that you are safe here with me.”
Anyway there it is…my imagination on the page…I wonder what it says about me…
And what are you doing tonight? Can you sneak by in the wee small hours? I know that’s so much to ask…
Love (there we have it)
Stacey
Is it just me, or does it seem like the tables have completely turned?
ReplyDeleteStacy is being all romantic like in her e-mails, and Dom is now being closed off and short in his.
Hmmm
Conqueror and conquest. Nothing new under the sun.
ReplyDeleteI loved the thrill as I got closer and closer to the end of that grey blur of words wondering whether the word "love" was to be included. Nice.
ReplyDeleteI love the fact that she's not being afraid to tell him her feelings, despite all the obstacles around them. No walls, no cover ups, just plain and simple "love". I reckon that's what most relationships should be. People are so busy protecting themselves they won't let themselves be happy. (I almost hear "Let It Be" playing in the background) and now i'm going to have to break out some "Beatles"
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ReplyDeleteThis is the first of Stacey's emails that actually seems genuine. She isn't putting any of her usual barriers up.
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