It sort of goes like this...
It's an old story maybe with a new twist. You became my friend on Facebok and we started a stunning dialogue. You told me about your life, your hopes and dreams and the interest to meet me though we are divided by an ocean. You were the most popular girl in school and maybe I'm falling in love with the memory of your charisma and as it continues even to today. I remember being at a party when we were 13 and you went off with a popular boy to make out in the laundry room, just off the rec room where acting like you do a party. You put a face on and then live with it for three or four hours. I was so jealous of the boy and how I wished it were me. But I didn't ever even have the guts to talk with you in school. In fact I never did. Now it feels like we're soulmates on Facebook. Is this my imagination, or probably my neurotic self feels
so inadequate even to think that you would have feelings for me. You have been immortalized by a brilliant author who was a would be suitor and you can feel his passion in describing that period in his life. Once again I'm jealours. My need to shed immaturity has once again come to the point of the Ace of Swords, to cut through my illusions. Maybe I'm projecting my desire. But I don't have the guts to share my feelings with you about you. You shared much in your last letter, and once again mentioned that you would like to come here to Sweden and meet me. I'm so Woody Allen insecure that I won't measure up to your expectations. In school I was the fat kid, who hid behing being funny. I lost all the weight and surfed my life for years connecting with women trying to heal my teenage years. Now I'm feeling overweight and out of shape with no energy to start improving my situation. My writing is a solace, a place I can go where my life and fantasies merge together to bring a sense of living. Will I ever meet you or are you just a dream that I am afraid to enter. I do feel good that after all these years I have come to meet you
and learn about your life in school, since school, your family your projects, engagement in improving and guarding the environment, your great heart for people and and of course your wonderful daughter. Even if I never meet you I feel so good that we are able to connect further down the road. You are definitely the coolest person from our class. I know it's a cliche - but your beauty is intoxicating. I said this story would have a twist. I guess the twist is that it is true.

the apache kid