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Hey Bea, are you working today? You know, I just dropped off a letter for you. I bottled it up and placed it in the sea and everything. The handwriting might be a little hard to read, but you know you can call me if there's anything you can't make out.
... I wonder what you'll do when you realize it's coming your way. I wonder, if you'll grab your shoes and try to jam them on, forgetting your jacket even though its the middle of winter, and you'll be wearing a T-Shirt you've had since middle school as you rush out the door.
Or, maybe you'll turn by the window, undoing the latch as my voice on this recording fades into the distance, while you spiral around looking for the postman. And when you finally meet his gaze he'll shout for ya and you'll give him a big ol' smile and wave like you do.
And wait, get a load of this, you know what I saw the other day? A *rainbow* cloud. I'm not kidding you! Turns out its kinda like, a normal thingy to happen, science wise at least. But I bet you'd love it Bea. And, not just the science-wimey stuff, yeah no I'd leave that to you... or maybe you already know about these kinds of things and I'm just, haha, babling on.
Sorry, just like, it felt good you know. I mean I definitely don't see rainbow clouds everyday. I don't really get why otherwise we think of clouds as some kind of, majestic, pure, floating beings. It's one thing to have stars you know, and seeing them as points or pin pricks, but clouds are broad. And they're always moving, becoming something else, separating, joining... it just made me think about how... how I wanted to be a cloud and what not? Ah, god Bea, sorry, you know how I am I just.
And yeah, I just, I just bet you'd like it too, and maybe you'd grin from ear to ear and while your eyes glow, probably thinking about all the science-wimey stuff all the while too. Kinda like, I don't know, like when I gave you the cassette tape way back when we still... you know. Bea I know you don't like when I talk about this all but, do you remember? We sat in the courtyard that afternoon after you'd spent the day in back to back meetings and I, well I was reading a book but, anyway, we were in the courtyard and that was when I gave you the cassette tape.
I didn't know what was going to happen then Bea, here I had, a little seed of gestures for you, trying to try my hand at some classic courting that hopefully couldn't fail... until it started to rain on us. Oh god Bea, I was an awkward wreck but you were so sure and still through it all. You held my hands tight with that grin and thanked me and asked me if I brought my player, which I did. So you pulled us towards the gazebo and we sat there in a little bubble, listening to the tape, while it poured around us.
My face was flushed, I had no idea if you liked it, I kept turning to you to see your reactions maybe, like it'd give me a sign of some sort. But you didn't skip a beat through it all. You leaned on me closed your eyes with a smile on your face, turning up slightly every once in awhile as I tried to catch what lines or what rhythms were responsible for it until I finally got the sense that I should let us all be at once.
We didn't quite reach the end of the tape, I don't think, but I'd gone drowsy somewhere in the midst of it and when I opened up my eyes again the world was bright orange while bathed in a sunset and, I swear, you looked like a freaking angle with the way the glow of the whole world seem to just come from you.
"Hey sleepyhead, we should head back now shouldn't we?" you said, and you were right, it'd be dark soon, and it'd be harder to make our way out of the courtyard through the tighter parts of the jungle to get to our dorms on the other side. So I walked you back, your hand in mine. And when we got back. You kissed my forehead, and waved me away.
And I went back to my place, really, we were only a few meters away if you added them all up. But it felt like lightyears if I wasn't right next to you. Don't test me on my measurements there Bea, you know I'm, not a, math-y?... or maybe this is phy-sics? Anyway, then I laid in bed staring at the glow in the dark stars in the ceiling until I could stare no more.
The same way I did the night you didn't come back from the jungle.
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Bea, just where are you?
Please, just. Just let me know when you get this okay?
And I'm sorry.
And thank you.
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