"Falling in love just to see what that does"

Dear Anna,
I saw him again today--I believe I wrote about him before in another letter. He was searching for books by Wilde and Vidal. His eyes are quite gorgeous--a deep blue color. I picked up some book or other just to 'linger' casually. It slipped from my hand because he (literally) made me lose my senses. But then he picked it up for me--he said I had good taste. The book was by Zola unfortunately. That was my chance so I screwed whatever courage I had left and asked if he wanted to go for coffee. He said yes. As we chatted--and I thought my heart would explode from nervousness or caffeine--he mentioned his girlfriend. Why do I fall for the ones I can't get? Still smarting. Love is awful, life is horrible, I am laying down.
Love and kisses,
Thomas

"Walking in circles hoping to find him but it just don't matter to you"

Anna,
I am in love again today. His name is William. I can't recall when we met first. Mutual friends kept introducing us; we started chatting about common music tastes (ie. 'those jangly guitars' as you called them). You must think I am fascinated with someone new every week. If it were that easy! I am a romantic--hopeless, starstruck, etc. Dinner and a movie for us Friday evening. How is your arts course? Still drawing the seashore? If it didn't pain you to hear the word, I might call you a romantic also.
All the best,
Thomas

"Make him write again. Make him write the words. Spell it out this time. Careful not to disturb"

Dear Anna,
The plans for Friday evening didn't happen--a pipe burst somewhere in the city and the buses weren't running. So we made a rain plan for the next afternoon (there was no rain). William brought food for a late lunch and we found a spot by the side of the museum. There was a first kiss. My line was that all the kissing was for practice--we practiced a while. When we gathered our things to go we realized that people in the museum could see out and consequently see us! The thought was as frightening as exhilarating. William said perhaps we would get on the news for being rude. I didn't see anything on the tv that evening. Forecast is loveliness.
Your fabulous hopplite,
Thomas

"Of all the things he's taking his time to breathe"

Dear Anna,
Apologies from the bottom of my big heart for not writing back sooner. I suppose you can guess the reason is William. One day when you fall in love, and it will happen, you will understand. I am not sure what else to write. Is this a happy ending? Happy is true, but not ending--I think William and I will be together for a long time. One day you will be writing this same letter to someone. You can resist love as much as possible, but it will hide behind the corner and follow you home one night (not literally). Drawing nude men just isn't the same. Love is messier, yet far more rewarding.
Love all around,
Thomas

"Thinking: he only ever gave me kisses"

After singles on the Matinee, the Tweekitten, and the Library record labels, Sweet William has released the World of Books mini-album on Shelflife. The band has been compared to the Field Mice, the Orchids, and the Smiths. And like those bands, longing and that unrequited something wander through Sweet William's songs. They offer something for the longing; others have felt that way too.

Visit Sweet William at Pleasurecraft.