Please enjoy “My Funny Valentine”, one of my favorite songs, as preformed by Ella Fitzgerald.
Jei came to get me right at seven and we went home, got all dressed up in fancy clothes and then went to the restaurant where we had our first date: Golden Chopsticks. He dined on some spicy as hell Thai food which they made extra Thai spicy just for him, and I had Udon noodle soup. It was a great time, and afterward, he bestowed upon me a gift: a plaid chest in which I could “hide my favorite treasures”.
I said thank you, it is beautiful, and it was unfortunate that the box wasn’t big enough for him to fit in, and he laughed. We cuddled together with our cat, watched a movie, and spent all night under warm blankets. Love exists. And love is enough.
Also, please enjoy a different version of “My Funny Valentine”, as performed by Chet Baker. Which one do you like best?
The truth is there is nothing that I can say to make how you’re feeling right now any better, and that’s hard for me. I’m used to being able to say something, anything, but with you I cannot; an ocean seperates the US and London. Please remember that through all this love exists, love can be enough, and everything will work out. I have never met someone so alike in creative brainwaves as you and I: Why isn’t love enough? Don’t forget me? Do you miss me too? Love exists? We both have drawn mustaches on our face… We chop our hair off by ourselves in our bathroom when we’re feeling dramatic… Even our music is somewhat similar. I can’t express to you how shocked I was when I stumbled across your… I can’t even remember what I found first, flickr, livejournal, last.fm, but not a day later and I found Bronwyn. It gave me faith and hope that we are all not individual snowflakes, and that somewhere in the world there are people frigthening alike each other and that ultimately, we are never alone.
