an open letter

the previous post, however, does not apply to things such as apartments. in the nature of this afternoon's adventures, i submit the following:

dear beautiful apartment:

i've been watching you for a long time. i drive past you every morning on my way to buy coffee. you've been beguiling, all sturdy and brick with your yellow woodwork and fenced in yard. i've wondered for three years exactly what you were like on the inside. what you were really made of. what made you tick.

today, we met for the first time, apartment. and this is what i have to say.

i love you. i love your hardwood floors. i love your tall ceilings. i love your huge windows. i love your big balcony. i love your closet which is actually the size of my bedroom on michigan street. i love your clawfoot bathtub. i love your ridiculously low rent which includes all utilities. i love the cobblestone street upon which you sit. i love that you're less than a block from the theatre. in short, i love every single thing about you, apartment.

i am willing to do anything and everything that it takes to have you. i will beg and i will plead, i will be shameless and wanton. i will offer money and signatures and legal documents. i am opening my soul, baring everything i have. i would give up my new red mary janes and my bangs and my childhood skateboards hoodie just to spend six months in your arms.

please, apartment, do not forsake me. i know that there are many outsiders who would labor to keep us apart. the obstacles are high, the weather cold, the road harsh. don't give in.

i'm here for you. please say you're there for me, too.

with ever pulsating devotion,

lindsay marie.