may second, 2016.
dear brooks,
a writer and an artist do have one thing in common, but a writer's job is a bit more complicated. you see, while the artist must draw a picture using paint and colours, the writer must paint a picture using their words, such as descriptive words so that the reader can form a picture in their mind as they read. many writers tend to focus more on how good or bad their writing is, but i'm going to try my hardest to focus on how my audience perceives my writing in their mind. to do this, i'll have to be as precise with my words as possible.
writing is so much better than talking out loud. i don't have to worry about how my audience hears my stutter, because there is no stuttering in writing. in fact, there isn't even a voice in writing; the audience probably reads writings in their own voices, not my voice. which makes it more complicated, because when i write this and reread it, i read it in my own voice. i wonder if other people who read this read it in their own unique voices.
amsterdam is a beautiful place to be in, but the world is an ugly place without you in it. saying that i miss someone whom i don't love can be seen as contradicting, and nobody wants their audience to hate them, but i'm positive that mine does hate me. it doesn't seem like i miss you, but i do. i do miss you. i just make my grieving less obvious.
you were my best friend who enjoyed indulging in acts of romance with me. at times i wished i had never said yes when you asked me out all those years ago, because i only perceived you as my best friend. funny how so many people perceive things differently.
you would have made an amazing artist, even though you perceived things from me in the wrong ways.
sincerely, mikey
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