Won't fade in time

Whale you be my valentine?

"You know why I did all this for you, right?" Guitar in hand, cheeky grin, and a wink.

"Because..." with a drawl.

"You are my sunshine, you are my sunshine

You make me happy when skies are grey

You'll never know dear, how much I love you

So don't take my sunshine away."

"Okay, that's all you get. It's crappy."

Ah, but I love you anyway.

I am growing. First, knowing what you want, then asking for it are things I'm learning to do. It's hard. But thank you for the flowers, balloons, and book, darlin'.

Toothpaste.

I miss you already.

I think a part of why I feel sad is that I'm not quite sure I'm wanted anywhere. SJ is ambivalent about having me home, and ever since that talk, I think I long for a place to call home again.

So maybe I miss you, or maybe I miss being able to hop into bed and cuddling with someone who loves me. And that's not boy-specific.

At least I nabbed my favorite toothbrush from your place before you left.

My Imagination is running away from me

Up in her room, she hears the sound of his car honking outside. Peeking through her window to confirm, she grabs her things to rush out the door and into the night with him.

This feels like high school all over again.

You are by far my most favorite

John Steinbeck on Falling in Love

New York
November 10, 1958

Dear Thom:

We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers.

First — if you are in love — that’s a good thing — that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.

Second — There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.

You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply — of course it isn’t puppy love.

But I don’t think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it — and that I can tell you.

Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it.

The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.

If you love someone — there is no possible harm in saying so — only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.

Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.

It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another — but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.

Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I’m glad you have it.

We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can.

And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

Love,

Fa

Well, tell her I miss our little talks

I am as constant as the north star. Constant in the darkness, where's that at?

He bought me roses from a liquor store and offered them on bended knee, in the Mission after leaving the club. "Do... Do you... do you love me?" eyes downcast. "....No, no. That question isn't fair."Plucking a rose from the bunch of pretty young things, he said that we were just like the one in his hands. That we could choose to nip it in the bud, because it would die eventually. "But," twirling the lone bud in his hands, "I think it's beautiful the way it is."