Love Story [letter#B]

[Xahmen]

I fell into infatuation with him the second I saw him.
He was tall, dark, handsome; the works that makes every girl week in the knees and hot in the skirt.
We worked together at the same office, I'm not sure what his title was, but I saw him every day sifting through papers at the fax machine; he always looked so serious, like if he did something wrong the building would explode or something.

That little ring on his finger made me feel sad every time I looked at it.

We never spoke.
Not one time.

I don't even know his name, but I like to imagine it's Jacob; he looked like a Jacob. My darling Jacob.
I wish I could've told him how I felt about him.  

[KirbyVictorious]

subtle.  

[Tak-Jak]

This was ... different. A sublte obsession. Not what I am used to seeing you write Zahmen, but it was good to see that you have broader horizions then what is seen. To the point but not completly direct. I liked it.  

[Xahmen]

I may be hanging the supernatural horror up for good, although I don't really recall doing much in that line anyways.
I spent a lot of time off, what did you think I was doin', sitting on my a**?  

[KirbyVictorious]

...yes?  

[Xahmen]

(Actually I did a lot of thinking.)
I read up on a lot of different topics, like certain obscure philosophies (like Absurdism, that's my favorite) and caught up with my 19th century literature like Thus Spake Zarathustra and The Songs of Maldoror.  

[KirbyVictorious]

wqhat's absurdism?  

[Xahmen]

The thought that the pursuit of trying to find a deeper meaning in life than that on palpable value is ridiculous because there is none, and that do believe anything else without conclusive evidence is absurd.  

[KirbyVictorious]

tah's funny.

But a little self-cnotradicting, if you believe it. blaugh

My hand hurts...