Re: postcard: castor & pollux.
[This comes in a white envelope and accompanying white paper on which the letter is written.]
Castor,
Why didn't you end up going if you got the tickets already? That sounds like maybe it's a story all by itself. But I like sharp and with jagged edges. There's someone I like a lot, and they're very sharp. They're always telling me they're too sharp to be my friend, and I tell them that's not true. Are you going to make me say the same thing to you? I don't love wine. Does that change things? Okay I'll agree that maybe being in love would be nice, but I hate the thought that people are considered only half alive without it. It's so dependent on someone loving us back and that part is completely outside of our control.
I hope you meet some new people that are happy in their relationships. You can tell me about them if you do. I meet people who want to be happy, but who aren't happy. It doesn't make me want to rush out and put a ring on it.
I'm listening. I think it's frightening for people to be who they are because who they are isn't always pretty. It's sad, because the not pretty parts are the best. They're the parts where people are the most real. But I'm a terrible hypocrite. Everything I am is a lie. I'm reading your words, and I want to just tell you everything there is to tell, but then I worry I wouldn't get a letter back. So I'll keep doing this, and I'll just hope that you forgive me when the time comes.
This place does. The town's strange. Have you noticed yet?
I don't cook. I order. But I do like raw fruit, and the rind is bitter when oranges are uncooked. I'm sure I could make something really deep out of that, but I'll leave it to you. I have a feeling you would do it better than I would.
I love dogs. They're so genuine. When they're mad, they growl. When they're happy, their tales wag. When they're sad, they cry. They're happy to see you, and they follow you trustingly. But I'll agree that an almost happy ending might be better than a miserable ending, but there's something bittersweet about almost that I don't think I care for.
Life isn't safe, but you have to admit it's less safe for some people and safer for others, Castor. Do you live a safe life or do you look over your shoulder while you unlock your door at night?
There's always a tomorrow. What's unsure is if we'll be here for it. We're really small, Castor, and the world is really big.
Yours, Pollux PS. Can I say I told you so at the end, once we count? PPS. You're welcome. PPPS. What were you drinking and why? Was it a bad day? I worked a really long shift and my feet hurt.