24 July 1987

Caroline,

when i woke up this morning none of my clothes fit. your affections have left me swollen. my favorite shoes are two sizes too small. who am i now? who have i become? i’ll see, i suppose. (we’ll see?)

though this’ll probably sound ridiculous, i really had no idea that i was going to end up inside you last night. even now i’m wondering whether it was something you’d been orchestrating for a while.

i hate to admit it, but last night when we were sitting in the yard looking at the sky and you said you felt sad for the nameless stars, i thought it was the corniest thing i’d ever heard. today, however, post-virginity, i’m gonna say you hit it right on.

see you in English.

xo,

Dobbs