Like Crazy.

A Story by Kali Eyster

This was inspired by the movie "Like Crazy", and I've written these excerpts or letters as if they were being written by the main characters, Anna and Jacob. Also, hope you enjoy c:

Rolling over, slumped; I strayed, asleep with my thoughts. I was being taken places through my own small world. Around my surroundings, I began to notice differences all around myself, small things not of any consequential reasoning. There was reason though. There was reason all around. I found it in the way my sheets felt as I pulled across my bed and how the space felt lighter. How the light shown through my curtain was more of a light than it had ever been and how I began finding mystery in the bottom of my coffee mugs. The dust under my feet and along the top of my lesser used belongings gave me a newfound comfort, along with the way I sought out my toes. There had to be secret. A reason why my fingers could tingle and my mouth now formed a beamed smirk at the time shown on my bedside clock. I knew there had to be a secret, and I knew that I knew what it was. I knew why the space around me felt lighter; the reason it no longer felt heavy and lost. I had a secret which could be a reason and became my key. Secrets and keys are very hard to keep; secrets are always stolen and keys are always lost. I hadn’t had my secret stolen or my key lost. The only thing I could do was loll in the glow of the light cast across my walls and onto your face. I can only and have only done this many times, knowing that you are why the space is no longer heavy and why my fingers can tingle. You are the mystery at the bottom of my coffee mug and the thin sheet of dust covering my lesser belongings. Your tussled Brown hair is the background of my life, the faint touches of speech you let out while sleeping is the soundtrack to my mornings. The fluency of your movements across the mattress could be a performance all in it's own. Every flutter of your eyelid and rise and fall of your chest, you fill my world with light. I miss you. �"Anna

It’s been far too long, it’s been so long. Anna, why have you gone where I cannot follow? Why did you go? Leaving only small traces of yourself behind; I’m trying to find you. Anna, every day I find your voice nuzzled between the sheets of my bed. I can feel you moving and shifting your way through our bed, I imagine you climbing over the walls of our bedroom. Anna, I miss you. I miss each distinct sound you made when you were writing and trying hard to concentrate. I miss the sound your fingers made when they keyed the line you were finally pleased with. I miss waking and falling asleep with you by my side. I miss the sand on the beach and the sand caught in our hair. I want to find you and be the reason your space is lighter. I wish I could really be what was in the bottom of your coffee cup. Poured every morning into something you’d spend the whole day with. I wish to spend a whole day with you. Anna, come home. I miss you. �"Jacob