From: soleada	Date: September 2nd, 2010 11:08 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Stasi,

I do not have a hard time understanding how you could have no problem being uncomfortable. I’ve already lost track of how many times I’ve hit you. What happened to you?

Aren’t you just getting so stealth? Soon you’ll be a ninja. It surprises me for a few reasons. Firstly yes, it surprises me that someone who claims to be as careless as you is perceptive enough to see past the first layer of someone like me. It makes me question how careless you really are. And secondly that you would want to bother trying to understand me anyone. I feel bad after I hit you but in general I try not to have regrets. I’ve spent too much time feeling guilty and angry about other things in my life to let in any negativity.

Trust me Anastas, it’s not your reputation that attracts me. I can’t seem to control myself around you. I don’t need to justify kissing you so I should stop trying to. I shouldn’t have to feel that way.

You always make me nervous. And how does one prepare herself for such a situation? I want to make sure I’m ready for this semester.

Yours,
Sunny

	From: anastas	Date: September 2nd, 2010 11:26 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Sunny,

I never mind your punches. They remind me that I am still alive. When so few thinks make me want to live, it is a comfort to know that interaction with you gives me something to look forward to.

I can learn new tricks; I will surprise you. Like recognizes like. We are magnets drawn together. Perhaps it is not correct to say that I am careless. It is more accurate that I do not have many things for which I care. When I find something to care about I try to understand it. There are things in this world that I strive to understand. I am as surprised as you that you are one of them. I have told you before, I quite like it when you hit me. I do not know if that is comforting to you.

It is not your reputation that keeps me coming back for more either. I make sport of corrupting good girls, but you are not like the others. I do not believe that you are corruptible. I like you as you are.

I mean only that you should keep your lips ready. I especially like the gloss you wear that tastes like strawberries.

Yours,
Stasi

	From: soleada	Date: September 2nd, 2010 11:39 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Stasi,

I’m sure there are other reminders, less violent reminders for that. My goodness Stasi, what did they do to you?

I’m sure you will surprise me, you usually do. I’m not entirely sure that’s how magnets work. I thought they repelled each other. Close enough with us though right? As long as you can admit that you do care about some things I will be happy. No one on this planet should be walking around without something to care about. Does this mean you care about me? This situation seems to leave us both surprised and perplexed. You might not mind it but I’m not I try not to be a violent person. I don’t like hurting you. But sometimes I just freak out.

Really? Like really really? This is different? You better not be messing with me. I’m not corruptible, it’s a good thing you’re not trying to do that. I like you as you are I just don’t think you’re letting everything inside show. I like you quite a bit more when you’re being honest.

That’s my favorite too. What did I tell you about kisses? It’s going to take a lot more than that.

Yours,
Sunny

	From: anastas	Date: September 2nd, 2010 11:54 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Sunny,

Nothing so visceral as pain or passion. I feel numb most of the time. I do not even need to self medicate. There is nothing to dull anymore. I feel only what is most important. I burn and bury every other feeling.

I have read up on magnets. They repel and attract depending on which side you match. Like to opposite, but each magnet can have both sides. Like us. Like and opposite, both sides attracted and repelled. I care about some things. I am not ready to admit that I care for you yet. Will I be brave enough to tell you when I do? Will I be strong enough to let you in? There is no better person to freak out with than me. I can take it. I will be your punching bag when you need it.

I did not say that I was not trying to corrupt you, only that I believe you will not be corrupted. I can try, but you are too stubborn. I am not usually this honest. You bring it out in me. I would be lying if I said that this did not terrify me.

What did you tell me about kisses? I enjoy them and you enjoy them. We have nothing to be ashamed of and nothing to explain. I would like to kiss you again. I certainly hope you would like to kiss me again.

Yours,
Stasi