iLoveYouWithaKnife
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Dear Jessica,
I heard from your boyfriend that you were going to telephone me. I don't know what you would have said but I would have given you any reply you asked for. Straight from the beginning.
The first night we spent together, we shoveled 2 grams of cocaine (you know, that drug you don't approve of) up our noses and then we fucked in his bedroom in his mother's house, while pictures of you in formal gowns being photographed at dances that brings back happier times for you, filled the dresser mirror.
After that, we cooked on the grill at my house and layed around and malled one another in my air conditioned bedroom until we fucked again.
I met all of his friends and we partyed all the time. We went swimming in the afternoon and floated down the Lehigh River after drinking bails of vodka and beer. At night, we would have huge bonfires at my house and pass out in the front lawn until morning. And we'd party more.
His friends told me that I should convince him to stay. Me. They knew how much he fell for me, that they actually thought that I would be able to convince him to stay.
He held my hand. He looked in my eyes, really deep. So deep it would almost make me cry. He called me his girlfriend. More than once. The times that you telephoned him and he didn't answer, I could almost guarentee that he was with me.
I don't know if you were able to recgonize the new windshield in his jeep, but if not, he had to have it replaced because he put his fist through it when he was with me. And that butterfly hair clip that stays fastened on the first string of his lace, is from me also.
We went to Brooklyn. We went to Philadelphia. We went to Boston. We went to Danbury. He shut his phone off after Boston and told me he was putting it all on the line for me, by finishing the tour. He said you had thrown his stuff out. And I really wish you would have. Because I fell in love with your boyfriend.
Believe it or not, I saw him cry in the attic of one of his best friend's house.
And in Danbury, right after Cheese finished their encore and the whole 6 weeks I spent with your boyfriend couldn't get any better than that... he told me that he loved me.
You told him that you didn't want him talking to me. So now he text messages me and tells me to call him. I guess that is so when you go through his phone and see that he talked to me, he can say "I can't help it if she calls me, what do you want me to do?".
I feel really sorry for you.
But I really enjoyed falling in love with your boyfriend and having sex with him, and I probably would continue to do so if you lived closer. He wants me to travel down there for this festival you see, and it just so happens to be a week that you are going to be away.
I'm starting to think that I don't want to though. The conversations I have with him are starting to get more and more emotional for me and I don't like it when a guy has the power to make me cry.
I hardly doubt that he is telling you that he is having mixed feelings about being there with you, but he tells me he is torn between a decision. He just needs to hang out for a bit and ride it out, and wait to see if, ya get this, YOU are going to change. He said he went to sleep at 10 p.m. on Friday. I bet he'd much rather enjoy railing lines and fucking me until all hours of the morning.
I'm sorry if there are an extrodinary amount of charges on your credit card but something gives me the impression that things he bought me on his credit card, was really yours. I believe it was when we were leaving Boston I asked him something about his credit card and he said he has one of yours and one of his mom's. He didn't say anything about his own. So you may have bought me many cases of beer and wine, and funded dinners and gas rides to out of state places.
I stopped going to his mom's house because she started to catch on to what was going on, and I honestly couldn't bare to look at the pictures of you sitting on top of the television.
The hardest part of it all was when someone in Philadelphia said "look how much in love they are" ...and we aren't even together. And a friend of ours from Pittsburg we met on the road and travel with whispered to him as we were parting... "you should be with jen...".
I don't really know the kind of relationship you have with your boyfriend, but I can't suppose it is anything spectacular. And if you kicked him out, and he came home to me, I'd be real good to him. And maybe he'd do to me what he did to you, or maybe I'd get him in the end, first.
But to end this, I had a really awesome fucking time with your boyfriend, while you sat home, maybe pissed off and crying. I will admit to you right now, that I am the one that is hurting... and respectfully enough I should be.
J
I heard from your boyfriend that you were going to telephone me. I don't know what you would have said but I would have given you any reply you asked for. Straight from the beginning.
The first night we spent together, we shoveled 2 grams of cocaine (you know, that drug you don't approve of) up our noses and then we fucked in his bedroom in his mother's house, while pictures of you in formal gowns being photographed at dances that brings back happier times for you, filled the dresser mirror.
After that, we cooked on the grill at my house and layed around and malled one another in my air conditioned bedroom until we fucked again.
I met all of his friends and we partyed all the time. We went swimming in the afternoon and floated down the Lehigh River after drinking bails of vodka and beer. At night, we would have huge bonfires at my house and pass out in the front lawn until morning. And we'd party more.
His friends told me that I should convince him to stay. Me. They knew how much he fell for me, that they actually thought that I would be able to convince him to stay.
He held my hand. He looked in my eyes, really deep. So deep it would almost make me cry. He called me his girlfriend. More than once. The times that you telephoned him and he didn't answer, I could almost guarentee that he was with me.
I don't know if you were able to recgonize the new windshield in his jeep, but if not, he had to have it replaced because he put his fist through it when he was with me. And that butterfly hair clip that stays fastened on the first string of his lace, is from me also.
We went to Brooklyn. We went to Philadelphia. We went to Boston. We went to Danbury. He shut his phone off after Boston and told me he was putting it all on the line for me, by finishing the tour. He said you had thrown his stuff out. And I really wish you would have. Because I fell in love with your boyfriend.
Believe it or not, I saw him cry in the attic of one of his best friend's house.
And in Danbury, right after Cheese finished their encore and the whole 6 weeks I spent with your boyfriend couldn't get any better than that... he told me that he loved me.
You told him that you didn't want him talking to me. So now he text messages me and tells me to call him. I guess that is so when you go through his phone and see that he talked to me, he can say "I can't help it if she calls me, what do you want me to do?".
I feel really sorry for you.
But I really enjoyed falling in love with your boyfriend and having sex with him, and I probably would continue to do so if you lived closer. He wants me to travel down there for this festival you see, and it just so happens to be a week that you are going to be away.
I'm starting to think that I don't want to though. The conversations I have with him are starting to get more and more emotional for me and I don't like it when a guy has the power to make me cry.
I hardly doubt that he is telling you that he is having mixed feelings about being there with you, but he tells me he is torn between a decision. He just needs to hang out for a bit and ride it out, and wait to see if, ya get this, YOU are going to change. He said he went to sleep at 10 p.m. on Friday. I bet he'd much rather enjoy railing lines and fucking me until all hours of the morning.
I'm sorry if there are an extrodinary amount of charges on your credit card but something gives me the impression that things he bought me on his credit card, was really yours. I believe it was when we were leaving Boston I asked him something about his credit card and he said he has one of yours and one of his mom's. He didn't say anything about his own. So you may have bought me many cases of beer and wine, and funded dinners and gas rides to out of state places.
I stopped going to his mom's house because she started to catch on to what was going on, and I honestly couldn't bare to look at the pictures of you sitting on top of the television.
The hardest part of it all was when someone in Philadelphia said "look how much in love they are" ...and we aren't even together. And a friend of ours from Pittsburg we met on the road and travel with whispered to him as we were parting... "you should be with jen...".
I don't really know the kind of relationship you have with your boyfriend, but I can't suppose it is anything spectacular. And if you kicked him out, and he came home to me, I'd be real good to him. And maybe he'd do to me what he did to you, or maybe I'd get him in the end, first.
But to end this, I had a really awesome fucking time with your boyfriend, while you sat home, maybe pissed off and crying. I will admit to you right now, that I am the one that is hurting... and respectfully enough I should be.
J
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