Hi. I know you’re really busy so I’m just going to message you here… hopefully your push notifications aren’t on to disturb you.
Anyway, I’m really hoping we can see each other soon, after all your business dies down. I don’t mean to be messaging you so much during a likely stressful time for you, but I genuinely like you a lot and can’t help but feel you reciprocated when I spent the day with you.
Perhaps I am being impatient and immature for wanting such an immediate response after just one meeting, but I’m just confused — we seemed to click the moment I stepped into your apartment; joking around, watching/listening to your work, playing Carcassonne, being so intimate with each other… But you now seem to be avoiding any type of communication with me. Is my age deterring you from wanting to develop some sort of relationship? I can’t stop thinking about what I might have done wrong.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get a response from you, but I’ll patiently await it, even if I have to write this fucking novel to get my point across. I want to be a part of your creative process, and I hope I’ve occupied your mind as much as you have mine.
I hope to hear from you,