Re: postcard: castor & pollux.
[The card isn't a card at all. It's a small coloring book and with accompanying colored pens. The images are all uncolored and a letter accompanied folded very small on white paper and tucked in the center of the coloring book.]
Castor,
I'll accept a utopian moment for now, but only with the hopes that I can stretch it like taffy by the end of our correspondence. The sunrise on your card is beautiful especially because it's over water, but what's Groundhog Day? Thank you for the tickets. Are you coming with me?
What did you cross out? That's cheating! I think I'll stay single too, and everyone in my life will continue to not understand why. Isn't it possible that not everyone is made for loving someone else? I think love is probably a complicated tangle of things, and I'm not sure I want to be untangled that way. Good friends, good food, good drink, and good sex, and I'm happy. Too many of my friends are in love and unhappy, or have been in love and unhappy, Castor. Do you know any happy lovers?
I'm not being entirely honest here. Are you? I never considered that I'm good at other perspectives. I think I'm a people pleaser. I'm trying not to be, but it's hard once it's a habit. Are you a people pleaser, Castor? Who listens to you?
The future is hazier than you are. The parties are like this. No one knows who anyone is until after, and then they're disappointed. I think anonymous interaction means we make up all manner of things in our heads about the person we're talking to. We build them up and lift them so high, and then they turn out to be a person with their own ideas and thoughts, and they're nothing like we created them to be in our heads. I'm happy with who I am too.
I think I'd take the orange. It's a little tart, and you definitely don't want to eat the outside, but it's squishy and juicy inside.
You ruined it all by forgetting the dog. It's not really a happy ending anymore. It's an almost happy ending, and I don't know if those are worth much.
I think it's a sliding scale. Are you very safe in your life? I'm not.
Yours, Pollux PS. Is it about the hash marks at the end? PPS. I'll cut out the sentences and frame them. People who come to visit won't even think it's out of place. PPPS. Tell me one thing you did today.