Haley,
I’m writing in this my own blood to show my devotion to
you. And to give you a part of me. And also to symbolize a union between us like
the union of my blood and this construction paper. And I had some other symbols written down
here but keeping this blood going for writing is getting distracting. One of the symbols I wrote down was: Moon
Juice. I hope that means something to
you.
So I know we’re just exchanging flirt glances in second
period but I like to take things to the next level. Like fast. So I’m blood-letting. That’s like step four for me. The flirt-glancing is number one. I’m skipping origami in your mailbox and
throwing heart shaped rocks through your window. After step four, I’ll tag a HALEY + GARY
4-EVER love graffiti on the overpass.
Step 6 is going steady. Don’t
worry. Step 28 is sex. We have a lot of bread to bake and clouds to
name before we get there.
I’m getting a little woozy.
This might not be the fourteen page epic I was hoping. I’m sorry, myglove.
Okay, it said ‘my love’ but I used my blood finger to put a
‘g’ in there so I wouldn’t freak you out.
I just don’t want to come on too strong.
So let me ask your opinion about Step 18. Do you want an Italian serenade or a Spanish
one? What’s your flavor? Or do prefer flavour with the British ‘ou’? I
just want to do what you wat. Want.
Sorry. Blood doesn’t have an eraser.
I should have figured out a better writing system. I started with my finger but it kept closing
up. So now I’m dipping a quill in a leg wound. I’ve had this list of Steps to Woo for a
while, I just never got past the Mailbox Origami. Well, once. But then I broke a window with
the heart shaped rocks. And there’s not
many heart shaped rocks out there.
Geegonquit River doesn’t exactly have a heart shaped erosion factory.
Haley, I’m putting myself out on a li
I passed out. I woke
up with the quill feather half in my mouth.
I hope you see my devotion here.
This is MY BLOOD. I don’t want to
be a jerk abou
I passed out again. I
may have to rethink Step 4. I made a
little head wound this time because I remember bleeding like forever from my
temple when I fell off the roof of Jenny Whipple’s house. The old Step 3 used to be my lowering, by way
of my fishing pole, a puppet I had crafted to their likeness. I learn from my mis
I threw up. That’s
why I ripped off the bottom corner of this page. I am losing fluids for you! That’s how bad I love like want
just like only nothing else stronger you.
If you respond to this, I will probably be at home replenishing my
liquids. I hope I can ride my ten-speed
home. Maybe I’ll get a Powerade. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll probably just
move on with the lone wolf stuff until I need your physical involvement. Step 12 is the first joint step and when we
try out kissing under an overcast moon.
So check out the overpass graffiti and I’ll see you in a few days. If I’m
not hospitalized then look for me on your lawn.
I’ll be writing your name with sparklers at midnight.
Something just below love,
Gary Lichtenmuth
