I Love You

Jon -

On Tuesday we celebrated your last week at work (and you didn't bother to show up). Today, we celebrated your last day. Then I went to your house and we drank and talked.

You say that there's something in me that brings out your narcissistic, creative side. Then you talked about your con-artistry.

Jon, You're nephilim. I didn't know how to tell you tonight, and I plan on getting you and Gabe and I together to figure this out.

All I know is that I love you. I know we're both seriously fucked up and we'll never work out, etc etc, but I love you. Maybe God made me love you so that I could bring you in, but I don't care.

I love you, Jon.

- M.