Love is in the Air Waves

Dear, **** *****

I just want to start by saying I do not know what I would do without you. What would it be like if you weren’t always by my side? I can’t bear to be separated from you for long! Even after everything I have put you through, you still stand by everything I do and all the decisions I make. Never once have you cast judgment upon me. The depth of appreciation I have for you is immeasurable. All those times you have gotten me out of awkward situations, all the advice and information that you’ve given me over the years means so much to me. You have been my guiding light in the darkest of times.

 I don’t think I have told you this before but, I love you. I love how we still do everything together even after 3 years. We have done it all together, we’ve worked together, played together, went to the bathroom together and once or twice we have even gone swimming together. I will never forget those moments. We are truly inseparable now days. We even share the same bed.  I love how you lay right next to me every night. I love spending every night lying beside you, even on those nights when you won’t shut up. I love waking up to you every morning. I wouldn’t trade those moments for the world. I know I complain a lot about you sometimes but, really I love you just the way you are. It secretly tears me apart when you give me the silent treatment. I don’t care if others say you’re not slim and up to date. The way you feel in my hands and the way caress my cheek is just right to me.

 I am writing this letter to let you know how I feel about you and to let you know that, what we have will never change. Even in our roughest of times when I curse you, strike you, or humiliate you by throwing you in the garbage can (only to retrieve you when no one is looking) I do it out of my love for you, you old piece of shit cell phone you.   

 With love,  Justin

Make sure you can read your handwriting!

(The following is work that i was asked to share with the class. However i was unble to read it well enough to do so effectively)

My head was pounding, aching with every heartbeat. Every thundering pulse seemed to be mocking me in perfect rhythm with each pump dumb-ass! Jack-ass! Re-tard!  “Uggh what did I do to myself?” I closed the front door behind me and drug my feet across the tile floor, never lifting my feet more than a few inches above the floor. My arms wrapped around my visibly shivering body, I could feel the goose bumps and standing hairs under my hands. I got the counter top and braced myself with two hands on the edge of it and, hunched over to take a few deep breaths. Every breath was a battle to keep the contents of the night before where they belonged. I picked up my head to see a gallon on iced tea sitting in front of me, offering me salvation from the horrid taste that lingered in my mouth. I perked up and poured a large glass that I gulped down. As quickly as I finished it, it threated to show itself again.  I clenched my jaw and turned toward the back door. The sudden movement triggered a dizzying spiral of confusion as quickly swung the door open and stumbled outside. Not bothering to close the door behind me I crumbled down to warm stone paver that had been soaking up the suns welcoming rays. I could no longer stand the turning in my stomach, like a caged wild animal the toxins of the night trashed back and forth until they were expelled from my body. Each spasm robbed me of breath and twisted my muscles into straining knots. In-between “fits” I took as many frantic deep breaths as I could, and soaked up as much warmth as possible. I had never been so appreciative to feel such a mirror sensation on my cheek; I clung to the warming stone paver like a piece of drift wood lost in the turning sea. Lifting my face from “my savior” only to purge myself I realized that I was in my backyard, a fact that slipped my mind in my current state. Upon the reassurance of my position, I rested my head on the now fowl paver and with blurry eyes and scorched throat I drifted into a retched shivering slumber…

My word was “backyard” and, upon reading it for the first time I was brought back to one of the most miserable moments of my life.  I will never forget the times I spent in my backyard, some good and, some curled up in a pathetic ball shivering in my own vomit =(