Dear Hilo, The other night, I’m pretty sure I heard your heartbeat. At first, I just noticed this very slow, constant noise. I couldn’t hear you breathing, so I came to the conclusion that you had fallen asleep and rolled over on your mic, or something of the sort. So I pushed my microphone up to silence my breathing and rolled the volume dial up and closed my eyes. Thum…Thum…Thum… Besides your sleep-breaths and your voice, I’m going to admit that was the most comforting thing I’ve ever heard. All of a sudden, it wasn’t as if I was fifteen-hundred miles away, in a separate bed, linked through wires and signals. It was like I was there with you, my head against your chest, my fingers curled up against my neck and your arm hugged around me. When I closed my eyes, everything transformed. And I think, every single day, that we can really do this. That what we’re attempting isn’t really so impossible after all. That one day, soon, I’m going to have this, and it’ll be the best day. That every day after that is also going to be the best day. In all the land, baby. I’ve Kinda Fallen For You,A
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Dear Hilo,

The other night, I’m pretty sure I heard your heartbeat. At first, I just noticed this very slow, constant noise. I couldn’t hear you breathing, so I came to the conclusion that you had fallen asleep and rolled over on your mic, or something of the sort. So I pushed my microphone up to silence my breathing and rolled the volume dial up and closed my eyes.

Thum…
Thum…
Thum…

Besides your sleep-breaths and your voice, I’m going to admit that was the most comforting thing I’ve ever heard. All of a sudden, it wasn’t as if I was fifteen-hundred miles away, in a separate bed, linked through wires and signals. It was like I was there with you, my head against your chest, my fingers curled up against my neck and your arm hugged around me. When I closed my eyes, everything transformed.

And I think, every single day, that we can really do this. That what we’re attempting isn’t really so impossible after all. That one day, soon, I’m going to have this, and it’ll be the best day. That every day after that is also going to be the best day. In all the land, baby.

I’ve Kinda Fallen For You,
A

Grass

Dear Hilo,

Guacamole tastes like grass.
My throat gets scratchy and I begin to yawn a lot when I read aloud.
I fall asleep when I have to grind out levels on video games.
Sleeping on the floor makes me ache all over the next day.
Thinking that I won’t be in Missouri in less than two months terrifies me beyond words.
I’m skeptical about tea’s potential “tasty” factor.
I hate artificial sweeteners.
My Dad says to not date Asians because you never know what the crazy oriental genes might do to your offspring.

I’m still going to learn the delicate art of creating award-winning Guacamole.
Reading to you is soothing, and I like listening to a story together.
You help to keep me awake with your silliness.
It was the only way we could talk on Skype, and I would’ve been more sore the next day if I hadn’t fallen asleep to your voice (even if I HAD slept on my bed).
Thinking about NOT taking this chance and leaving Missouri terrifies me more.
Give me that peach tea. With milk and real sugar, okay?
Let’s try Stevia, my little Splendalump.
Our offspring might be crazy, but it’ll be cute to look at. Plus, I hope he gets your craziness. Bona fide Lady Killer.

Shugggaaaa,
A