You and your roommate followed me in the same day. Two followers in one day! So I sent you both a message thanking you. I don’t do that much. You both seemed interesting, and I thought maybe you were the same person. The ‘I follow you, you should follow me’ thing is a game I don’t play.
There are not many folks on here that I communicate with directly, and almost none regularly. I say ‘almost’ because we email. There were two others, but I don’t talk with them much, anymore. This, despite my random efforts to do so. I always get a little excited to get an email from you. It is the closest thing to getting a proper letter.
You write very openly, and I find that endearing. We’ve discussed vulnerability as an attractive quality. You separate things with bullets that I think are connected, and I like figuring out why they might not be in your mind.
You seem unafraid of your own emotions, even though they overwhelm you. I envy that.
Despite what I know of you, there is so much that I do not. This is why I am careful. I would love to meet you, as rare as that chance might be. I would want to hug you a lot. The physicality that is lacking in so many modern relationships. We’ve talked of this, too.
And you like Nemo.