Someone must have received 10,000 letters from an old fool who knows not what he does or doesn't do. A guy who suspects that the right combination of words will be a catalyst for something he doesn't quite understand.
So he writes his words down upon the page and wonders if she hears them and if maybe she feels them too. He suspects he is right but anticipates he'll be told he is wrong. Maybe it is to protect himself or maybe it is because it is possible.
But every time he ever thinks he knows or understands something happens that makes him figure he doesn't understand a damn thing.
Will time provide answers or leave him with questions? He doesn't know.
All he knows is he wonders what would happen if lips met lips cuz it scares him a little bit to think about it in the all the right and wrong ways.
Cuz he is not sure there has ever been a bad kiss or that it ever felt awkward and that throws him a little bit. Do you leave that alone and let the moss grow upon it or do you engage in science and determine as Neal Degrasse Tyson would whether hypothesis meets reality.
Maybe letter writing is mental masturbation and maybe it is something far more. Who can say.
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