Dear Dear Old Love, I love you.

I read Dear Old Love pretty religiously.

But this video - this reading of the notes with pretty standard/eh acting - made me sob.

Something with the voice and music added to the sentiments. Bon Iver's Skinny Love at the end is the major kicker.

I try to be cool, I try to be logical. Overall, I think I'm doing a decent job. The last thing I want to do is put the pressure of a emotional girl on the shoulders of any boy I'm "dating." But somewhere, deep down, I'm still a sobbing, hopeless romantic relationship blogger.

A Dear John post (because):

1. I have to move that two-posts-ago post down even further. Ew.
2. I need somewhere to word-vomit, and my Twitter isn't good for that any more because I have professional-types following me. They don't want to hear about silly cute boys.

Dear John,

You just called me. Just to chat. I was at work. We mindlessly chatted a bit. You told me you just had a lot of thoughts about "us" you wanted to tell me. I said I'm nervous! You said, don't worry, it's good. I said I can't concentrate at work and I'd call you on my walk to the train. You told me that's fine.

Now I'm nervous and jiggly and glancing at the clock every three seconds.

And hoping that this post will let me stop thinking about it and actually accomplish some work.

Love,
Heart