Five Weeks

Dear Hilo,

Is it really only going to be five weeks until I’m on the train that will cover over two thousand miles and thirty-seven hours to see you? I still can’t really believe it, you know? I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like to drag all my bags and the box my bike is in off the train to see you standing there, ready to lend a hand. To put my hand into yours and continue to pull everything behind me since you are too lazy to really help, but at least you’re encouraging. <3
Every mile and every hour I’m closer to you, it’s going to hit me again.

Only —— more miles to go, and only — more hours until I see Hilo.
/BREATHEBREATHEBREATHE

I’m afraid I’ll be shy, too caught up in wonder at really being in the car with you, really having my hand slapped for messing with the radio, really licking your lips before I kiss them… My mind’s going to be going at one thousand miles per hour, and I’m afraid that with all that thinking, I’ll forget to talk.

Or I’ll be fucking ridiculous and never shut up. I just hope you can deal with my initial weirdness :3

♥,
A

Hustlin’

Dear Hilo,

I sold my bed today! Yay! That brings me leaps closer to being with you. I think I can sell my bedroom set for three hundred dollars… and my computer desk for at least another eighty or  one hundred. It’s still pretty modern looking and fashionable, so I might be able to sell it for more than what I bought it at! That’d be wonderful. I’m also selling my violin for around one hundred and twenty, and my television for seventy. And then the big one. My computer. Seven hundred dollars. Let’s add that up… throw in a few more things like clothes and some money my Mom’s going to give me for selling her unwanted items, too… and I’ll have roughly eighteen hundred dollars.

But then expenses: There’s my dental insurance for the next two months, the train ticket, my new cell phone bill… About three hundred dollars gone. I’m not going out to eat anymore. I don’t need to buy anything else. I can hardly pack all the clothes and things I have already!

So fifteen hundred? Not too bad :) Hilo, I am so excited to live with you.  I’m jumping out of my skin. I just hope I can sell all of this soon. Then it’ll just be a waiting game as we figure out the living arrangement. California’s going to be amazing. I can feel it.

You Give Me Goosebumps,
A

Curiously Strong

Dear Hilo,

I love the way you wake me up by making terrible loud noises or shouting my name over and over again.
I love the strange faces you make. It reminds me that you’re not THAT old.
I love that you call me something no one else gets to.
I love that you text me, even though you don’t have unlimited texting.
I love that you tolerate my intolerable video game skills. I’m sorry I’m so slow.
I love it when you say my name softly at night, and I say your name back, then you just say my name again. I could do that forever. Forever and ever.
I love it that you let me see more than a few sides of you. I’m afraid you’re like a twenty-sided die, but I guess that means I’ll be sticking around for awhile.
I love it when we message each other at exactly the same time without any warning.
I love your noises. Every last disgusting one of them.
I love that I haven’t run away from you. I really don’t want to. Believe me.

And I’ve been thinking lately. If I go out to California, and I love it… Then fuck it. I’m not coming back. I just want to be happy. So, as long as I’m going to school, and I have a job, and so do you… I mean, if you want to live with me that is… Then I’m going to fucking do it. I can do great things. But I need to start off somewhere better than here.

Hey, I’d ride a 40 hour train to see you,
A