March 3, 2011: “I See You”
I read through your History sometimes, when you leave me alone in your room. I just like to see what you’re up to, what you think about. I realize this is sort of like spying. It doesn’t tell me much, really. I see all the sites you normally visit, or the few I’ve visited on your computer, or the few we visit together. But sometimes, sometimes I find things that stick out, like this blog for example. This was in your history.
You told me once that you stumbled on it, and that you’d never read it again. But you know something? I don’t mind. Mostly these are things I would’ve told you but couldn’t or didn’t. Things I didn’t want to hurt you with of things I didn’t think I should be bothering you with. These are some of the things I whisper to you in the middle of the night when you should be asleep but I know you’re half-awake. And some of these things are just what I do before class when I’m bored.
It’s sunny out today, I may have lied when I told you it would rain but you never know. You’re making me pancakes all by yourself; you have no idea what that means to me. I do love you. You’re my best friend. Thanks for the pancakes, sweetheart. I’ll stop nosing around on your computer. I’m sorry. But I love you, it’s what I do.
