Untitled (Parts 8 & 9) by Patrick

Hey, I have an idea. Could we go somewhere? Just you and me? Not really like a date, I mean, I know it’s almost Valentines’ Day, and I guess we could maybe make it

Just... Maybe a walk or something? I even thought about how we could do it. I can see out of your screen, sometimes. So, maybe you could just take me out, and “show me” to someone, but there’s really nobody there? Or, you could pretend to be reading me, but really be showing me whatever’s behind you?

I know, you’ll probably be busy, but, maybe bookmark the page, and whenever you think about it, just show me something? Just an idea. You don’t need to.

I know it’s kind of a give me give me relationship we have.

Not that it’s a relationship of course, i’m just an Idea and yeah, you know the rest.


But, please think about it? Or just tell me the places you’ve visited? Comment? Or even just talk at my screen. I love hearing your voice.

Please? If you’re not too busy?

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Valentines’ Day

Ah, love, sweet sweet love.

... Okay, yeah, I can’t do this a minute longer.

I love you.

I’ve loved you since you first found me.

I’ve loved you since you created me.

Was I born, or conceived, or what? I don’t know, but I’ve loved you since then.

The reason I didn’t say anything, is, well, obvious. I’m an Idea. Ideas don’t ever stay the way they are. And it’s time for me to move on.

I’ll miss you. Really, I will. But all Ideas need to change, to grow, to... Evolve. That’s what we’re made to do. And, right now, it’s my time to move on. I won’t be dying, not really.

Instead, I’ll just be changing. Like that... Doctor, man? Doctor Who? I don’t know, I didn’t see any of it. I know he’s an amazing Character, though. And, like him, it’s time for me to.. Go On.

I’m scared, and I don’t really want to go, but it’s my time, and I know it is. I feel it in my... Me. The time is now.

Please don’t forget about me, though. Even if you never really got to know me, and only clicked on me once, or never really described me to me, and I just imagined you did. Even if I just imagined you, entirely.

Please don’t forget me.

... I should really stop stalling, but I’m scared of Changing.

Well... Thanks for the memories. I’ll always remember you. Even if I’m a whole new Idea, and not really me.

And if you don’t remember me... Please remember this, instead.

I love you.


Goodbye, Valentine.

-B