My beautiful boyfriend bought me this beautiful typewriter on a beautiful Friday, and everything’s beautiful.
Seriously, it’s a Corona #3 portable, circa 1917, and it’s amazing, and I’m obsessed with it. It folds up, and it’s so teeny tiny (it only has three rows of keys!), and I’m only going to correspond via letters I write on it from now on, and ahh, I love it so very much.
I wonder what was written on it in the past hundred years…
But as if seeing you for the first time
Looking at you in desperation
Knowing nothing ever happens
I wanted to say, “fall in love.”
I wanted to say, “fall in love with me.”
I wanted to say, “fall in love…
It’ll be alright.”