dear you,

i have 111 messages in my e-mail spam folder
& 1 message from you in my phone from months ago.
i think my phone is going to give me love advice before i forget what you said in the message. i also think my phone will delete your message soon & i wont be allowed to forget what you said in the message because if i forget
                                i'll have nothing left of you but the memories i wont list.

your sister told me hours ago that you've been getting into football & staying away from me lately. i nodded my head at her & said

"the "save" icon on microsoft word shows a floppy disk, with the shutter on backwards"
or something equally relevant to her telling me something i didn't want to know.

i suppose it's good that you're getting into football now because it's the season. so if you ever have a craving to watch football you can just turn on your television & there it is.

i suppose it's good that you're staying away from me now because fall is the season in which you fall in love the easiest.
if you ever have a craving for my company i think it would be best if you gave in to it & came to my house & stood under my window with your acoustic guitar & played me a song about whales or mustache necklaces or heart murmur.

p.s. i just wanted to let you know that it was me who wrote you that letter telling you that you are my favorite & i don't know how i remembered your address it just came to me & yes i did leave my address out & my name & everything on purpose because i just wanted you to know how i was feeling even if you didn't know who it was who was doing the feeling & i know it isn't poetic to ramble but i had to let you know that

                                                                                   you are my favorite.

okay.