Thursday, July 28, 1994

tiger

Robert, I put the tiger on my plan. Do you like it? I am also looking forward to seeing you nearly every day. I am also looking forward to waking up to you every morning. Don't worry, I will concentrate on my math. I didn't fail it before and I don't really need it again except to get a bad grade off of my transcripts. I have been studying while I am at work and I studied last night after I go off of the phone with you. This teacher grades harder. I think I am getting a B. I wish I hadn't have flubbed it when I took it in the fall, I was acing it until I missed the last exam. I will do fine, don't worry about it. You said that you have done well to prove to yourself that you could do well in a University setting. I wish that I had that kind of motivation. Maybe I do and I just haven't found it yet. You also said that you failed miserably in high school. I did great in high school. My senior year I had all A's except for the last quarter I got a B+ in Physics. The only problem is, high school doesn't count when you move on. I guess college doesn't after a while. I haven't done that bad, but I haven't soared either. This is probably the worst I have ever done. In high school the lowest grade I got was a C in history. Everything else was high. I am sure that it will all become important once again, but please don't base your love for me on my GPA. I would love you even if you were still failing miserably. However, keep up your good work. I love the way you have achieved things. It is one of the reasons I love you so much. You have done so much with your life. I guess this is one of the reasons I feel so inadequate, you have done so much more. I realize that a lot of it has to do with your being older, so are you sure I am not too young for you? In my past relationships I have always had the upper hand. I realize in ours, noone is controlling the other (even though I have you trained). There have always been things I pride myself in, but I don't feel this way with you. Maybe I am having control withdrawl. Everything I thought I was good at, you are better, and don't tell me it comes with experience because you will always have 7 more years of experience than I do. I am sorry if I sound kind of glum. I don't know why I have been in this mood. Talking to you last night helped relieve some of it. Maybe I am just realizing what a good catch I have and don't feel worthy enough to string it. I love you. I don't know what you see in me or why you want to marry me, but I am glad that you do and maybe I will learn to be a better person because you have chosen to be with me. I feel really blessed and lucky that you want to give your life and love to me. I don't know what I did, but I hope I don't stop. If your love was taken from me I would feel completely empty and hollow. I am not complete without you and I never will be. I told you once before that I have never been dumped, and I don't want to start now. Please tell me that you are looking at me. Don't build me up to be someone I am not. If you are, you will discover this in our marriage and won't be as happy. I don't know why you want me, but you do, and that makes me very happy. In a way I am being a little selfish, but I love you. You deserve someone better with a lot more talent and much more accomplished in life, but I want you and am keeping you from this, I hope you don't mind. My letter is sounding more and more depressing. I really didn't start out expecting it to sound like this. It almost has me in tears, but I am in the computer lab with other people surrounding me, so watery eyes will have to do. I love you so much and don't ever want to lose you. Maybe I feel this way because miss you so much and I want to be with you. I am afraid that you will do to me what I did to Joe. I expected to much of him and then he moved to Utah and I started to date him. I soon realized that I didn't love him. I don't want this to happen. I am going to get off of this and write a new letter on a higher note. Just remember that I love you and I always will. Your gloomy girlfriend, Wanda

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