Love Letters to the Possibly Broken and the Strangely Unforgotten

January 8, 2016

#19 January 8, 2016

Dear Literary Genius,

I turned 18 today. I have the first week of second semester under my belt, I have the first day of being 18 in my past, and I have a tattoo. I've been planning this tattoo for ages. Three birds with a quote from the Raven by Poe on my forearm: "And my soul, from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor/shall be lifted." It goes almost to my elbow. I wonder what you'll think of it. I'm sure you know the poem. I love the poem, but my arm hurts like hell. I have never been so happy that it's a Saturday so that I have 2 days for it to heal before school starts. I can show it off on Monday. I ran into Ryan at the tattoo place, strange as it was. He was with his brother, Kaleb, who was getting a skull on his bicep, a terrible expression if you ask me. It was the first time I've really talked to Ryan one-on-one. He's cooler than I expected. He didn't understand my tattoo, but thought it was alright all the same. I could see myself with him. I have no idea why I am telling you this, but maybe, right now, through this piece of paper, you're the only one I can tell. He's more of my type than you are, in some ways. He's goofy and sweet and observant. Sort of quiet. But he's not gorgeous, he doesn't read poetry, and he won't understand me like you do. Sometimes, I think he likes me though. He always catches the little laughs at things I shouldn't hear and the jokes I make under my breath. He glances at me all the time and he smiles and laughs and does that adorable "tsk" thing with his tongue. It's almost strange, but it feels almost right. I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. We are all are graduating in five months or so, so really none of us should get too attached. That's what I keep telling myself so that it doesn't hurt so much when I do. I can't wait to leave the place.

Love,
The Girl Itching to Get Out