Donut Take This The Wrong Way.

It’s different than what you think, Neo. I am.

So, you know, I told you about what Stephanie said about you, and etc, and I’d tell you anything, Pertaining to You.

And I’m sorry about, I can’t tell you everything, doesn’t it make you feel good that I can keep promises?

But Mike is pertaining to me. And if you don’t want to tell me anymore, I understand, but not everything is sacred.

We are. (ßIn Parenthesis, but felt too pretentious (melodramatic) doing it.)

It isn’t about proving how much I love you, or how much your honest with me, I don’t want you to be dishonest, But I’ve changed since I met you, last night on the phone with Sarah I asked her if she’d felt I’d changed ‘cause I thought I could tell a difference.

She said she’s talking to the same Jon. Who has changed. Just a little.

I don’t know what I am now, but I’m here with you, and I won’t leave you.

I know. I know. I’m going, in July.

I know I have to go, and if I could honestly tell myself that I’d go somewhere, I’d stay. and only for you

I want to help you, I don’t you to have to go through this, and this is us, which looks better:

e or o (different in actual letter)

We’ll see.

I got bug bites tonight and

(A break of an hour.)

I want to be your boyfriend and I want that to be in writing.

You are quick like sand, Jennifer. And I’m sinking (my teeth) in you.

6:30 can’t get here quick enough.

I do tend to end notes (and letter end entries and everything) better than you do, but that’s only because I have practice ending things.

(I know closure like Chef Boyardee knows Spaghettios. I have to.)

I don’t think I want to plan a closure for you.

(I love that you said “we’re mixing” or something like that, that’s fucking beautiful.)

I probably spelled Speghettios wrong, now that I think about it.

I still like your mom the same.

4 and a half hours until you call.

5 hours till I see you (hopefully).

6 hours till I drop you off.

(You’ve made me better with numbers and I wanna make you better with words.)

12 hours (and 20 minutes but be quiet about that let’s make it even) till I pick you up from school.

My whole day is filled with Jen. You know, Is it Jenn? I guess it is, but Jen just seems…different…don’t know which one I like more.

I like Jenn.

(Good enough for me.)

(You are.)

(Read those two last sentences in a Yoda voice.)

I love that we talk until you fall asleep, it doesn’t make me angry, it makes you cute.

Please don’t ever change it.

(I’ll go to the end of this page, I like even-ness.)

I hope you pass, I really, sincerely, do. Mountain Dew. Uch—what Gaul…

Sorry. U+ME=SPOONS

ME+SARAH(almost wrote jenn again)=TWO BURNING BURGER PATTIES THAT HAVE SIMMERED DOWN CONSIDERABLY. SOON THE MEAL WILL BEGIN.

I love you Jenn. Jently. (I like that.) Who actually loves you? Me. Me. Me. Jon. different in actual letter