This note was taped to the bookshop front window sometime during the night. To think that SJH ventured out into the near-zero temperatures, bundled up tight to ward off frostbite, all for the love of a bookstore.
Dearest Harry,
I love you. I do. Truly I do. It makes me sad to think I've never told you this before. I guess it's too late now that you are leaving. Sometimes I think, if I would have only told you earlier you might not be leaving me now.
Maybe Saturday we can hang out one more time. I know, you want to be alone now. But I think it would be good for closure. We haven't had a chance to end things properly...Maybe we can visit St. Petersburg one last time or anywhere, I don't mind.
God Harry, now I'm crying. I'm sorry, I can't help it. Harry! We used to be so alive. We used to care about things. Remember when you introduced me J.D.S.? You would have thought I just discovered Jesus Christ. What happened to us? Why did everything have to get so messed up? Harry, I love you! Doesn't that mean anything?
I'm sorry Harry. I don't mean to be like this. I know you must move on. This is how things work - I understand. And I have to move on too. I just wish I were moving on with you.
I love you Harry-
SJH
Saturday, January 24, 2009
SJH + HWS 4-ever
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
7 comments:
this makes me want to cry, in a good way. i thought i was done mourning, but this makes me think otherwise.
thank you sarah marine.
beautiful and appropriate. and really well written, so there i'm feeling a dizzy mix of satisfaction and loss.
we're convinced that JDS is JD Salinger, but SJH is still a complete mystery...
If it was SAH, I'd be all over who it is, but I'm stumped. Come forward, SJH, tweet, post here. If you've got this much connection to our hoary old institution, you need to be on The Flap.
LF was there to. And you are right, we were bundled up tight.
nice one!
Post a Comment