Really glad you and I are startin’ 1992 off with a clean slate, no drama between us, just good friends who HAVE EACH OTHER’S BACKS.
If there’s one person besides Stef that I can count on to NOT betray me it’s you, Matt.
Always,
Tara 1992
Dear Stacey,
I just had a flashback of our day in Harvard Square. You’re right, we did get really lucky it snowed that day. That place is beautiful, but in the snow it’s incredible. It was the kind of day you want to put in a snow globe so you can have it forever.
You have to remind me of the songs on your mix. That was the best mix ever! That one song, um . . . number 3, I think . . . something about . . . turning the flowers? Laying down? Remembering? Do you know which one I’m talking about?
I made you a tape of two of my songs. Can’t believe I actually played them for someone. But thanks for asking me and for liking them.
So grateful we found each other. I guess we can thank your jean jacket.
Matt
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Brown hair, blond hair, long hair, short hair, no hair . . . doesn’t matter. You’re the most beautiful girl this town has ever seen.
Yeah, sorry about not calling those few days. I was just doing the same as you . . . applications, applications, applications!
Love ya,
C.P.C.
Christopher,
Awwww . . . your few words are the sweetest.
Of course you were buried in college applications, too. Duh. I shoulda known that. My profuse apologies for thinkin’ you were, like, I don’t know, cheatin’ on me. Like you would ever do that!!
The Niña, the PINTO, and the Santa María . . . sorry, another Christopher and his ships just popped into my head. Guess my mind is on history right now!
xoxo,
Tara
Tara,
SohCahToa just popped into my head. Haha.
C.P.C.
SOUP!
Aren’t you so proud of me for still not reacting to the “possible” Christopher and Kathy affair? I have to stop putting “possible” in quotes, Stef, I saw the two of them with my own two eyes! That Kathy Connery struttin’ around in Christopher’s hockey jersey with one of the sides pulled down over her shoulder like she was in friggin’ Flashdance. I mean, come on, Lady. She might have better skin now, but does that really make up for all the years she didn’t? She wore his friggin’ skates, Stef. With the blade guards, but still! She kept fallin’ all over the place, but I know she loved that because every time she lost her balance, who was there to catch her? MY BOYFRIEND! And Chris had the audacity to do his shy face with her. Like “I know I’m 6 feet and I have a six-pack and I’m an awesome athlete and wicked popular, but I’m just wicked shy, too.” Gimme a break, ya’ Kit Kat bar. Watching them kiss made me so friggin’ sick, Stef, I’m just lucky I didn’t crash-land from the grill I was standin’ on. Ahhhhhhhhh!! This town!!!
Soon I will have the developed photos to prove it. Why does Medi Mart take forever to develop film?
We need a plan, Stef!! When I pick up the photos, what do I do?
God, seein’ you and Diego holdin’ hands in the caf made me remember when my own life was pure and simple. When love was the centerpiece of my super full existence. You and Diego make it all look so easy, ya know. A beautiful girl, you, a handsome boy, Diego, in love. Here I am on the verge of the biggest breakup this town has ever seen and my best friend has just entered into the greatest relationship she’s ever known. I would say that my impending breakup with Christopher will be bigger news than Stacey and Justin’s breakup, don’t you think? It better be, not that I care, but it better be.
How is Stacey, by the way? Still super shut down and not lettin’ anyone in? I’ve gotta check in on her. See, even when my life is up in the air I manage to make room for everyone else. One of my resolutions was to stop doing that, but it’s a challenge for me, Stef. I care about my friends so much!!
Write back SOONER THAN SOON!
Love you MORE THAN DIEGO LOVES YOU (remember that, k?),
Tar
Dear Matt,
You were so close on song number 3. When I get a chance I will write out the words for you.
But just so you know, that song is titled “Lay Me Down” by the Connells.
You’ll have to come over again, and we can listen to a bunch of my records. Also, our grand piano is anxiously awaiting your return. I don’t think anyone has ever played it except for you. I used to pass by it and just stare, always admiring how beautiful she was but never connecting to her. Pianos are like works of art. The woodwork. The wires. The keys. So beautiful, but she had this empty beauty until you played her. Now she’s alive and has a story to tell.
Thank you for recording your songs for me! That means the world to me. I will honor your songwriting secret always and treasure that you entrusted me to be
