Re: postcard: castor & pollux.
[This time it's just a letter written on the back of bright yellow wrapping paper. The writing is a little bit rushed.]
Castor,
Your artwork is impressive. I haven't ever colored anything, but this is making me want to. I'm keeping your pages and tucking them in books. Someday, someone will find them and wonder at the symbolism, and we'll seem really deep. I think it's really romantic that you bought the tickets in the hope that something could be salvaged, but why do relationships always need to be on their way out the door? The tickets aren't framed yet, and they aren't tucked into books. I'm still finding the perfect place, and I'll tell you once I find it.
I want to be friends. I just don't like building friendships on clouds. I wish I could tell you all my things and then wait for you to decide, but I'm not that selfless. I'll just hope that you like me enough that my tarnish turns out to not be too much tarnish. I like the way you compare love to ice cream with perfect toppings. I like ice cream. Are you religious, Castor? Do you believe in fate and gods and do you pray? I don't pray to put a ring on it, and I hope all my friends who want love find it. I'm just not sure I want it. Like the tickets and their permanent home, that's still a work in progress.
What would be bad enough to make you stop talking to someone? But, yes, I meant the town's weird in other ways too. Anonymous postcard writing is like training wheels for Repose. Next time you'll become a fish or a cat or a vampire with pointed teeth, and you might do things you never believed yourself capable of.
I cooked a few things, but not many and I'm not good at it. I eat at work or at the diner in town or the pizza place. Sometimes I skip all of it and just get vanilla ice cream with colored sprinkles on a waffle cone.
I don't have a dog, and I never have had a dog. I have friends who have them, and they're very sweet. I think you need to get a big friendly one for your happy ending. I don't think you seem like the type of person to carry around a tiny toy poodle.
I wish I was small, and it's not the grim reaper I fear. If it was just that then it wouldn't be so bad. Death comes for everyone, and everyone expects it. It's bad when it comes for someone young, but it's still a given. I don't look over my shoulder for death.
Yours, Pollux
PS. You'll be too busy with your jaw hanging open to roll your eyes. PPS. My feet are up, but I'm not drinking straight whiskey. Straight whiskey tastes terrible, Castor. Want to talk about why today was bad?