Life is funny. You could be completely gutted over someone one day, and head over heels the next. A total 180. Perhaps it was something simple and unintentional; like making conversation about Chinese food, or smiling in their direction. Then it happens.
A spark. A connection. One infinitesimally small gesture could affect someone for years. I know yours did. So I decided to write one last, long letter - made up of hundreds of letters - with the thought of maybe, by pure luck, or maybe just a minute of missing me will lead you to this book. It's only fair that you know, and I sincerely mean it when I say I hope you read this someday.
"I Hope You Read This Someday" is a slew of slightly eccentric, to-the-point letters, notes, thoughts, and disgustingly hopeful words to mend the soul after "the one" gets away.
"I always wish that I didn't spend my late nights wandering aimlessly through a virtual world. I always find something that unburies that stupid ounce of hope I still have. Although that may not seem like a bad thing, it's the absolute worst. It's been two years.
One year since you forgot about me.
Two years since I realized I would never forget about you.
For some utterly ridiculous reason, I seem to think that you are just another human being and your existence is completely irrelevant to my happiness. Then I remember that there once was a time and day when you were the only reason for my happiness.
It seems like yesterday; once the dust has been shaken away from my sad, deprived mind.
I was just about to lay my head to rest too. Completely at ease with the "just fine" aspects of my life. And now this. THIS. Of all the outrageous things that happen to me on an annoyingly regular basis, this.
Of course I thought about going through with this, but I'm terrified.
I can see myself walking awkwardly into the bar/pub/space, ordering a shot, downing it, ordering another shot, then looking around wide eyed with paranoia until my wild eyes rest on you.
Then one of two things will happen. You recognize me, are mystified by my being there, give me a hug, and all is merry. Or (the more likely occurrence) you stare at me in pure disbelief, get totally and completely weirded out as to why I am there, which causes me to get really weirded out as to why I showed up; you tell your friends that I'm there, and then I run away crying in shame and regret.
But I will more than likely end up within your vicinity, and never make you aware.
Which makes me creepier and weirder. But at least my pride is safe that way."
Risks and challenges
A challenge I may or may not face will be with delayed shipping. Depending on how many backers I end up getting, I might be shipping books later than expected. Patience is key!
For those who aren't familiar with the publishing industry, $2,500 might seem like a stretch; but it's actually a very decent start for someone to self-publish their book.
I genuinely do hope to achieve this goal. I'm not looking to become a millionaire or anything, I just want my sappy love letters to reach the hands they were written about.
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