Two Young Friends; The Beginnings

Dearest Kelsey,

            What can I say? Buy me a rose! Oh dearest Kelsey, keeper of happiness and all grand emotions! I love you dearly, dearest. Happy Birthday to you, and may the fames and fortunes of the Gods be blessed upon you this day, and all others this year.

            Kelsey. I cannot live without our friendship. So do not go leaving anytime soon! I know you will not, because I’ll cage you. No, do not worry; I will feed you every other day. Just kidding, babe.

            But we have so much in common, and that life fact keeps me going throughout. I’ll be having a bad day, and think “What would Kelsey do?” It makes me smile.

            And all our dates! What joy and pleasures you bring to my life. I, I cannot even fathom. Honestly, all formalities aside, I really do love you Kelsey. You are one of my closest friends, and I have not met someone so caring and thoughtful to their friends. Every long text conversation, every moment sharing intimate memories that we once had with our beloved, venting,  and just enjoying each other’s company.

            You mean the world to me, I hope you have the most splendid birthday, and your gift is coming on Wednesday! Ridiculous online ordering.

             I love you, I love you, I love you,

                        Love,

                                    Warren Poirier

Two Young Intellects; The Beginnings

This is the beginning of many conversations between my close friend Cristina and me. Excuse our poor grammar, these messages were sent over e-mail, as most corresponding is done this way. To leave the most accurate account of ideas expressed, I have left the form of the messages alone. Thank you. 

Two Young Intellects; The Beginnings

11/23/09

Hey Cristina, it is Warren. Well I know we do not get to talk as much as we used to, especially after the school year began. However, I would just like to say that you are one of the best friends a friend can have. I am extremely grateful that I called you on that day in July, and my only regret in this life so far is not talking to you more in person at school. Though as I look back at it, I am very happy at the turn of events that came over. You are a wonderful mentor, encourager, and socialist that I have been blessed to stumble (indeed stumble) upon. You are truly my best friend, and I will always be looking forward to that day when we just run away. Now here goes the butchering:

À un ami à moi qui a la volonté d'un animal, un coeur d'un humain, mais d'une manière plus importante, pensées d'un génie.

With the grace of a black cat falling from a tree,

Warren Poirier

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11/25/09

Warren,

Your essay moved me...in spite of the fact that I'm not entirely sure that I agree with everything you said, it was a wonderful articulation.  The structure and the grammar was absolutely horrendous; however, I think that makes it all the more charming, like a spewing of unorganized, raw thoughts just blooming there. I, too, feel pretty bad that we didn't get to talk more while I was at the same school as you, but perhaps that's what makes our friendship so strong: the fact that it has to be that strong in order to last.

Socialist? Did I mention to you that I like socialism?

But that little quote there, in French, is really really nice. I love it. Where did you find it? It sounds like Baudelaire.... "un coeur humain, mais....les pensées d'un génie". Can you really be a genius without being a little less human than everyone else? Or more so?

Anyways, thank you for sending that to me. I'll be sure to save it and like, print it or something. I can't wait to see you Friday.

Your friend,

Cristina Winters