Love, Louis

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FROM: hourtohour.notetonote@gmail.com
TO: bluegreen118@gmail.com
DATE: Jan 25 at 9:27 AM
SUBJECT: Us.

Blue,

I've been writing and deleting and rewriting this email all weekend, and I still can't get it right. But I'm going to do this. So here we go.

I know I haven't written in a while. It's been a weird couple of weeks.

So, first I want to say this: I know who you are.

I mean, I still don't know your name, or what you look like, or all the other stuff. But you have to understand that I really do know you. I know that you're smart and careful and weird and funny. And you notice things and listen to things, but not in a nosy way. In a real way. You overthink things and remember details and you always, always say the right thing.

And I think I like that we got to know each other from the inside out.

So, it occurred to me that I've been spending a lot of time thinking about you and rereading your emails, and trying to make you laugh. But I've been spending very little time spelling things out for you and taking chances and putting my heart on the line.

Obviously, I don't know what the hell I'm doing here, but what I'm trying to say is that I like you. I more than like you. When I flirt with you, it's not a joke, and when I say I want to know you, it's not just because I'm curious. 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.

Just wanted to make that perfectly clear.

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,
Louis