I Heard Letters Go Far.

I sealed it with wax and mailed it. This is what I remember of it.

Whitney,

I am writing you this letter because I hath permanently destroyed your phone number and cannot bring myself to seek out your email address from my memory banks. And your address being so close to a prominent work of animated entertainment does not elude me easily. 

I find that my mind will go sometimes a week without crossing a thought or memory of you but then I manstrate and occasionally thoughts of your splendour are the only things I can occupy myself with. I chalk this up to my extremely boring and unfulfilling life. 

But that is besides the point. 

I am also writing not in an attempt to rekindle an old flame from ashes of a burnt bridge but to give you a written record that at least one person, despite your flaws, is glad to have known you and still truly believes you are an amazing person.

In the time I spent with you I believe I learnt as much about myself as I did about you. You demonstrated much tenacity in the pursuit of debate and were quite well read and informed about current affairs—often to points beyond my own comprehension. In my presence you were an inspiration to me to read constantly and maintain a pleasant but goofy disposition. It is in your disposition in which I find the most joy of reflection. You always did well to make light of a stupid thing and enjoyed a melodramatic but comedic reaction to a molehill. Despite all the challenges you faced and the dreary day-to-day wars you kept a realistic but hopeful approach. This will set you aside from many, and your wit will propel you above the others.

I believe the world holds amazing things for you and that you’ll help many people. I’m proud of you and all your moral courage. Please never lose that.

I could write for days about you and I might but I'm in a mood of brevity 

So that’s all.

~ I also finished 1984 tonight. Ended well.

Loves,

From Me.