Dear Papa Joel
Dear Joel,
Oh man….well…I dunno. There’s so much to say that I don’t know how to say it. Some kinda things just can’t be put in words — shit, that sounds sappy. [There’s much scribbled out on the page.]
I guess….I wanna say thank you for looking out for me. I know I’m not the easiest person in the world to be stuck with, but somehow you manage to do just that and I’m really thankful for that. You could’a — sometimes I think you should’ve — taken Bill’s advice and just sent me packing, but you didn’t. And…well, that means a lot.
[Several blank spaces, in which it’s rather obvious that she struggled with what to say next.]
….I’m much better at reading things than I am writing them. Fuck.
[More blank spaces.]
Well. I really don’t know what to put. Just hope you get this when I put it under your pillow. I just….I’m really glad you decided to stick with me and not leave me with the Fireflies. That really hit home for me. So….thanks.
And when are you gonna teach me how to swim?
Maybe guitar would be better. Yeah, let’s learn guitar first. Football too wouldn’t hurt. Save the best for last, they say…
-Ellie
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