Dear T,

I'm still confused by all my feelings, but with less distress. I adore you, yet you annoy me. I love your mind and hate your abstractions. You're resolutely homely yet effortlessly attractive. You are gentle and kind, then impatient and arrogant. You remind me of me. I wish I knew more about you. How similar are we? Very much or not at all? Are you tired of how I dichotomize everything?? Me too!

LL

P.S. Really I want to run away. Then again I want you to run away with me. I'd take you places you'd love. I'd be good to you.