Yesterday I vowed to look for my Tweetie notebook for that poem I had written for Gackt years ago. I found the notebook but the poem wasn’t in it, so I had to look for it in other notebooks.
All I can say is that OMG I’ve never been happier to be such a pack rat. I found it in another notebook. It was dated around 10 years ago.
Finding it was relatively easy. Sending it is…quite daunting.
What if he thinks it’s corny? Or confusing? Or too melodramatic?
Or what if it just gets lost in the tons of emails he gets everyday?
I’ve never shown it to anyone and I’ve never posted it anywhere.
It disappoints me when it seems like everyone missed what I’ve written – what more if he’s the only one I send it to and he completely misses it (again)?
Should I even send it again? It HAS been years.
It shouldn’t matter that I didn’t get a reply before. Whatever happened then…happened.
I AM happy that I found it, because it’s part of me and I remember how much I poured into writing it. I will keep it and will take better care of it.
As for sending it…I should probably move on. 😦
Crap. I said I’d make sure he gets it. Argh.
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