0939485-deactivated20120224: Kitten, I miss you! I sent letters. I feel like this is the Notebook.
My snook, I haven’t gotten any yet. I would never in a million years ignore letters from you.
I’ll check my school mailbox again as soon as I’m back on campus.
ALTHOUGH, speaking of not being on campus, are you home as well?
Kitten time? I’m texting you.
Maybe I’ll be fair to myself
Sometimes I turn 19
For the body at best
Is a bundle of aches
Longing for rest ;
It cries when it wakes
“Alas, ‘tis light!”
At set of sun
“Alas ‘tis night,
And nothing done!”
Death, however,
Is a spongy wall,
is a sticky river,
is nothing at all
Excerpt, Edna St. Vincent Millay
