you smell good, like home

“Dear Karen,

If you're reading this, it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it.
So, good for me.
You don't know me very well but you get me started,
I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me.
But this...this is the hardest thing I've ever had to write.
There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it.
I met someone. It was an accident.
I wasn't looking for it. I wasn't on the make.
It was a perfect storm. She said one thing. I said another.
Next thing I knew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation.
Now there's this feeling in my gut. She might be the one.
She's completely nuts...in a way that makes me smile -- highly neurotic.
A great deal of maintenance required.
She is you, Karen.
That's the good news.
The bad is that I don't know how to be with you right now.
And it scares the shit out of me.
Because if I'm not with you right now, I have this feeling we'll get lost out there.
It's a big, bad world full of twists and turns, and people have a way of
blinking and missing the moment...the moment that could've changed everything.
I don't know what's going on with us and I can't tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me...
But, damn, you smell good, like home.
And you make excellent coffee.
That's got to count for something, right?
Call me.
Unfaithfully yours, Hank Moody.”

Californication, Season 2, Ep. 10

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azi am avut mai bine de jumatate de ora cand am simtit ca sunt fericita. fericirea e un cuvant mare. Ne asteptam ca ea sa apara, implicit, o data cu lucrurile mari: o masina noua si scumpa, un castig la loto, un print pe cal alb, o cariera de vis, un copil extraordinar de destept…

de fapt e mult mai simplu. fericirea e atunci cand simti inghesuite intr-o secunda o mii de emotii care te gatuie, cand iti vine  sa zambesti fara motiv, cand ti-e destul cat ai acolo, atunci: un om care te face sa te simti speciala, o melodie perfecta, capatata cu greu si …drumul spre nicaieri.

Si probabil ca, in comparatie cu scrisoarea de mai sus, randurile mele adaugate sunt palide si anemice. dar mi-o asum.

i’m not a writer.

:)