Story of my life.
Not that I want to physically get out of this city. No. I love Vancouver. But it’s the feeling that I feel contained in this place. No real freedom. Restrained and tied down.
I don’t like being restricted. I lie and break rules. I am a bad girl. So sue me! I cannot get out of here anyway.
I am tempted to use your initial as the title of this post, but I’m still scared that it’d be too obvious.
I don’t think I’ve ever told you (or not stressed enough) how lucky I am to have received your e-mail on August 5th. It was the start of a nice friendship… which eventually evolved into more (on my part). You are THE SINGLE MOST friendly person I’ve ever met in my entire life. I was blown away at your hospitality. I never knew this kind of generosity existed until you showed me otherwise.
So thank you. Thanks for being a friend. And thanks for introducing me to your friends! I know you’ve already got your plates full (and I wonder at what point you will stop being so nice to me —not to doubt you) but having little bits of you in my life makes me happy. Actually, it’s gotten to the point where you unintentionally dictates my mood… I know, it feels awful. Sorry for casting this burden on you. You are in no obligation to make me happy (unless in doing so makes you happy, too). And sorry for complicating our already not-so-existent friendship.
I have no idea what I should do. I’ve never experienced this before… so all that I’m asking is that you keep me in your life… please. At least until I am ready to tell you how I feel.
