"It's a mystery of human chemistry and I don't understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home."
"I'm tired of the fantasy, because it doesn't really exist. And there are no really any surprises, and it never really... Delivers. And I am tired of it, and I'm tired of everything that matter, but don't ever seem tired of you, so...
Dear Karen, If you're reading this, it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it, so, good for me. You don’t know me very well, but if you get me started I tend to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. This is the hardest thing I ever had to write. There's no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it, I met someone. It was an accident, I wasn’t looking for it, I wasn’t one the make, it was a perfect storm. She said one thing and I said another and the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now there's this feeling in my gut that she might be the one. She's completely nuts in a way that makes me smile highly neurotic, a great deal of maintenance acquired. She is you Karen, that’s the good news. The bad news is that I don't know how to be with you right now, and that scares the shit out of me. Because if I am not with you right now I have this feeling we will get lost out there. It’s a big bad world full of twist and turns and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. The moment that could has changed everything. I don’t know what’s going on with us and I can’t tell you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn you smell good, like home and you make excellent coffee that has to count for something. Call me! Unfaithfully yours, Hank Moody