Goal of the day: 516 words. Written: 522.
[censored],
Oh boyish girl who has become so dear to me so quickly. Answer me.
Daniel is sitting in the library while writing this text on the computer. He has his left leg on top of his right, with his chest leaning slightly forward and small black earphones in his ears. He writes as he usually does, with the index fingers of both hands. At the same time, he sways slightly to the rhythm of minimalist electronic music.
What fascinates you the most?
Here he pauses, thinking about what to write next.
What do you like the most? What do you most like to see every time you turn on your computer, desktop, e-mail? mail or snail mail?
Here, Daniel closes his eyes while listening to the music. He also imagines [censored] in her room - shabby but creative - sitting on the bed in lotus position and opening her computer screen. The Windows OS ringtone plays. Lia-lia-lia-Liaa-Liaa.
I want to know that. So that I can be unoriginal and give it to you as much as I can. …And to know what you expect if I come up with something new.
Daniel looks at the girl sitting on the other side of the table. She's translating a gigantic, text-filled book, and it seems like the words "Oh-Mai-Gad, I don't understand anything here!" are going through her head at the same time. Daniel smiles and turns back to his own text.
You probably already know what I like. You must have guessed what I like to see when I see a new notification that a message has arrived from you. I see - sometimes you listen to what I say. Sometimes it goes in one ear and out the other, but other times it stays.
Daniel stops for a moment, catches his breath, smiles stupidly and squints a little. Anyone who knows Daniel better knows that this is his expression when he really, really likes something. It doesn't matter if it's the words spoken, the delicious cupcake bought or the friendly consumption.
But what do you like?
Here his expression changes slightly and becomes serious. He starts looking at the people sitting around him and thinks about what to write next. Thoughts are slowly spinning in his head.
I don't know why, I don't even understand why, but I want to make you happy. I want to see your smile. Or not seeing it because you hide it under clothes, toys or cats, but knowing it is still there.
...Although sometimes, I will admit, I don't feel happy. Especially in the last week, maybe because of my tiredness or something else, it seemed to me that he didn't want to communicate with me at all. It seemed that your messages became shorter, and it seems that you did not try so hard to decipher mine... And you yourself started to worry about why I am angry or sad.
…You seem to somehow know how I feel.
Daniel is smiling here. Changes the pose. Now, having already taken off his shoes, he puts his left foot under his right foot, thus half sitting in a lotus position. After a moment of reverie, he begins to gently sway to the beat of the music again, the smile that was at the beginning returning to his face.
And I'm sorry. That I was angry. That I'm angry. I know you don't like it. But understand - I am not angry at you, but only at my hopes. And such anger... Well, I guess like all anger... It disappears as quickly as it appeared, as soon as I see that I was not wrong in the first place.
He stops and yawns. Easily determined and after some thought, he returns to the letter.
But here it is. If we ignore that and go back to the beginning: of all the things I have said and could even say to you, what do you like the most? What would make you melt when you hear from me, as I sometimes melt?
Daniel smiles his 'I really like' smile again, perhaps remembering something [censored] did in the past. Maybe remembering a delicious cupcake.
Daniel