Monday, July 30, 2007

My Sylvie


My Dearest Sylvie,

It feels like a string of eternities has passed since I last laid my eyes on you, since I last felt your tranquilizing voice dance on my eardrums. I've been meaning to write, I really have. Please don't take my deficiency in written correspondence as a lack of thought, or endearment. Despite what you may believe, I miss you every day and I think about you so much it's become a significant distraction. I miss the feeling of my fingers in the notches of your spine before I fall asleep. I miss the sight of parallel rays of dawn embracing your face in the morning, irrevocable proof that the sun keeps coming up because its gotten used to you. You gave me something to look forward to and a reason to come home after all those late nights.

I've been really busy with the internship. I was officially assigned to one engagement, but have been helping a lot with another. My time has been pretty much split between the two jobs. All my co-workers are super warm and friendly. they taught me the meaning of a 'Friday Lunch' just a couple weeks ago(It's actually a lunch break that lasts a little over 3 hours spent playing board games in a conference room). On top of that I'm taking an audio course on Middle Eastern history and using the Rosetta Stone somewhat regularly to continue my education in Farsi. Admittedly I've fallen behind in both, and my time out of school is coming to a close. I have, however, learned a couple new songs. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to playing them with you as soon as I get back, in four excruciating weeks.

I spent this past weekend in Philly with two of the loveliest ladies one could hope to spend a spontaneous weekend with. There were museum visitations, sushi sharing, taxi cabbing, and, yes, drunken dancing. An amazing rooftop dinner with a spectacular view made for a memory anyone would envy. I'm in great debt to them for being my damsels in shining armor and rescuing me from the depths of the mundane and monotonous.


I'm afraid the cafe is closing and I've played out my role as 'creepy laptop guy who never leaves'. So this will have to be it for now.

Wish you were here,
LoL

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