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25 [F4M] #chicago || artsy student teacher lookin for her muse
dear future partner,
my letters keep getting lost, there must be something in the airwaves. i'm writing to you, again, tonight, in hopes that this one makes a successful landing in your feed and into your view.
i wish you were here tonight, i finally finished moving my new room around. i've still got a lot of organizing to do, and reorganizing, but it's one of my favorite pastimes if i have a good podcast on. my bed is too big for just myself, but i've been comforted by (and comforting) my poor lil dog who shivers at the sound of the first rain drop on the pavement outside. the smell of petrichor sends shivers down her spine, but i quite enjoy the sound and feelings that follow.
i know this letter might fall into the wrong hands, but i'm patient and willing to wait for you. maybe you aren't even here on reddit, or haven't bothered using it the way so many of us here do, and i've just been exposing my what-should-be-only-between-us-or-kept-in-my-journal, intimate feelings into the void of publicity.
i hope you're doing alright out there. i miss you. there isn't a day that goes by that i don't think about you, nor a night that passes over this sparkling city that i don't find myself fantasizing about what will be; what we'll be.
come find me, darling, i beg of you.
with love,
your little maus