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I like someone! I like someone a lot, hooray!

I don’t know where else I can say this with this much enthusiasm. Not Twitter, not TinyLetter, certainly not Facebook. But I feel so good for so many reasons. For a long time, all I wanted to do was hook up. It feels great, getting to know someone without the main motivation of getting in their pants. I wanna get to know this person, I wanna be good to them, I wanna take them to high peaks and look at either the moon or city lights. It feels good, welling up with this cliche brand of happiness. I don’t even feel the need to write a poem. I don’t feel the need to embellish this experience with writing.

Dear person I am deeply interested in, I’m probably going to write you a long letter here, on the off-chance you see it. Right now I’m not sure what passes as acceptable or weird behavior with you. But yeah. I hope you see this, and I hope, some time soon, you get around to feeling the same feeling with me as I do with you.