Hearts On-ligned, Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight
Subj: Where are you?
Date: 02-04-99 05:11:56 EST
From: FlyGuy@aol.com
To: PrncessBB@aol.com

I’ve been thinking about you, snow angel. Don’t tell me that your passionate nature returned, and you melted away? I know that you didn’t, fair princess. You’re too filled with fire and life-

...If you question what I would do
To get over and be with you
Lift you up over everything
To light up my room...

You are so special, princess. So beautiful and magical and-There aren’t enough words to describe how much you mean to me.

Ironic, isn’t it?

-FlyGuy

Subj: Re: Where are you?
Date: 02-06-99 14:12:33 EST
From: PrncessBB@aol.com
To: FlyGuy@aol.com

I’m sorry. Genuinely, I am. I’ve been sick, and tremendously busy planning.

Did you ever wonder: what exactly your place is, you know, in the scheme of things? I read a poem once that that said that each flap of a butterfly’s wing changes the course of the whole world forever. I wonder if I really deserve to have power, or if maybe I’m better off if my actions only affect me? It’s a big responsibility and I guess I’m just wondering what I’m doing. I feel like my life is at this huge precipice.

Did you ever wonder if you were really living your life for yourself, or that maybe the real you has never made a sound? I think I’m finally doing things right, but sometimes life just turns things upside down. Do you know what I'm talking about?

It’s like having the mean reds: when you’re afraid, all of a sudden, but you don’t know what you’re scared of. If you haven’t seen Breakfast at Tiffany’s, you won’t know what I’m talking about. You should see it-it’s fantastic.

Subj: Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Date: 02-07-99
From: FlyGuy@aol.com
To: PrncessBB@aol.com

Ever since I got your letter, I haven’t been able to shake this image from my mind. You’re walking down 5_th Avenue early in the morning, in the black dress, with your black sunglasses, and dark hair pulled back from your face, the early morning light casting whimsical shadows beneath you on the pavement, as you find your solace and your solitude in a jewelry store window.

Don’t be so hard on yourself. Everyone had doubts. Everyone feels like their whole world is spinning out of control, for better or worse, every once in a while. Do what I told you before: fly, soar. Take a deep breath, and follow your heart. Hearts don’t lie, only people do. To themselves, to each other.

Follow you heart, BB. If leads you toward, or even away from me.

-FlyGuy

Subj: The Mean Reds
Date: 02-10-99 22:48:19 EST
From: PrncessBB@aol.com
To: FlyGuy@aol.com

I hate to disappoint you, but you’re wrong:

First of all, FlyGuy-I am NOT a morning person, so you will NEVER find me walking anywhere in the early morning. Besides, Holly Golightly went to Tiffany’s, but not me. Nope. All I need is three little words: you’ve got mail.

When I’m talking with you, that’s where the mean reds and all my doubts and fears can’t touch me. Like Holly’s Tiffany’s: "Nothing very bad could happen to you there." And that’s what I feel like with you. I feel happy and safe. Invincible, like I really could fly if I wanted to.

-BB

(Song credit: Light My Room by the Barenaked Ladies, from the album, Stunt)