Unedited Email from my Lilly

i dreamt of you as well. i dreamt of marrying you in my jeans and this really cute abstract top (it looked like sand and paint, it was so beautiful, like something we could make together) but i was crying and barefoot. so you took my face and ask me if i just wanted to run, and we did. i could tell you were hurt because i couldnt go through with the ceremony but you still took care of me. it was all very sad, but so beautiful, like moving paintings, and the funny thing was, in the "church" (it was just a very steep hill, just grass no flowers and some sort of arc, i cant really remember) all the guests were people with beaks, like mr. blackbird and somehow, i knew that the Girl Who Broke The Sun was the "priest". like all my stories, unspoken and unwritten, come to life.

i guess the best story of all, is ours. how we both live in our heads and say things we dont mean but love as hard as we can. two lonely kids with nothing but pens, refusing to file for bankruptcy of the imagination.