My love life is currently in flux, best described as “genuinely complicated” with a heavy dose of “timing sucks,” and I admit I’m prone to occasional moments of unfair irritation in my encounters with folks who are seemingly simply and easily in love. I expected such a flare-up when I started reading a love letter (well, love email) from “Girls” writer/star Lena Dunham to her boyfriend Jack Antonoff (who’s in the band fun.), which was included as part of artist Miranda July’s “We Think Alone” project (20 emails sent over 20 weeks by a variety of famous and semi-famous people). But honestly, Lena’s letter to Jack is so sweet and speaks to our very human desire to soak up everything we can about the ones we love, that I could nothing but relate, in the very best way, complicated relationship situation or not. Read it after the jump!
———- Forwarded message ———- From: Lena Dunham Date: Mon, Oct 29, 2012 at 5:14 AM Subject: a love letter to Jack M. Antonoff To: Jack Antonoff
I’m trying to keep a journal on this trip. Historically I have done really poorly with a journal. The idea of writing without an audience seemed futile at best and like a bad voice over on a cancelled ABC show at worst. When I was little I left my journal out, open, for my parents to find (then hid behind the counter waiting for them to read it so I could be incensed.) But somehow my book makes every piece of writing feel as though it has an eventual home (maybe that’s how your album feels?) and gives record-keeping a kind of fullness it never had before. Which is good, because my old move was to write these long belabored emails to people at home and find a way to enjoy my travels by imagining them imagining me enjoying my travels. I think I can enjoy my travels on my own this time, but I did have one revelation:
I was walking through a beautiful Indian garden this morning (Lodi garden! The oldest in the city! It looks like if someone crushed Versailles with a giant Doc Marten) and passed a big green pond with a dozen disorderly swans. All the old people in my party were cooing about the swans but I was focused on this young couple, late teens or early twenties, curled up on a bench talking really animatedly. We spent 40 minutes walking around the garden and when we circled back they were still there, chatting like fiends. And And I thought of you, like always, and I felt I could spend four days on a bench with you and it wouldn’t be enough time to hear all the stories you have to tell– I literally want to know everything you have ever seen and what you felt like while you were seeing it. And I will be so much better my whole life for knowing those things.
I love you,
[via Huffington Post]