We saw today and we talked… for a long time.
I laughed more than half the time and he kept smiling at me.
3:45am this morning, I woke up and saw a mail… from him.
‘If someone asked me to say what I love the most about you, I would not think twice. I would smile and say ‘Her laughter. I love her laughter the most.’ And I would not be wrong.
But I would get to my room and think about that reply and I would feel guilty because I would think up smarter replies. And the voices in my head would ask me; ‘So you don’t love her when she’s not laughing?’ or they would say, ‘Oh… so, take away her laughter and your love is gone? She doesn’t deserve you’
And I would feel guilty that I did not blow your trumpet as much as you deserve and I did not make an effort to tell people how amazing you really are. But a quiet voice would tell me not to feel guilty. It’ll say, ‘But you feel a thousand indescribable sensations when you hear her laugh. And sometimes, you get dizzy just thinking about her laughter. You really love her laughter’
And then I would agree with that quiet voice. But I would still know, in my subconscious that your laughter (as amazing as it is), is only the beginning of how amazing you are.
So I would lie in my bed and think about a better answer to give.
And I would decide on saying; ‘What I love the most about her? Her. I love her most about her. I love that she makes me feel. When I’m not with her, I’m more or less a robot. But with her, even anger feels good. I love that she does not make me try too hard, but at the same time, she makes me want to try so hard. I love that she raises her brow when she’s impressed and she nods when she disagrees. I love that little birthmark just a little below her left brow. I love that she writes like a chicken but dances like the wind. I love how sometimes; I can never really tell how she feels. But order times, I can see through her. I love how she unconsciously draws circles on the back of my hand when she reads one of her numerous novels. I love her and everything that she is. I love her and everything that she isn’t. I love her most about her.’
And I hope that my inadequate speech would adequately convey how much I love you and how amazing you are.
What do you think?’
Then I typed…
‘:) I honestly don’t know how to give a reply to that. I. Love. You. And, I feel so much more for you… you may never understand. I love you most about you. :)’
Then, I paused and I read over both messages. And in that moment, I was the happiest girl in the world. I closed my eyes and lived in the moment. Enjoying every bit of it.
Then I erased it and I typed,
‘Wiw… you’re so moist. Aside from the fact that you sound like a drooling dog, the note is beautiful. Simply beautiful. You were going a little off at the beginning, but you made up for it almost at the end. You might want to edit it so you’ll sound a little less than an obsessed nutcase. Also, grammatical error: ‘… but order times.’ Change ‘order’ to ‘other’. Aside from that, I think she’ll love it. At least I do. :)’
4:30am I slept… with my pillow soaked.
Tags: friends, laughter, letter, life, Love, mail, moist, pretend, Relationship, sad, tears, Unrequited, voices
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I honestly dnt knw how to describe my love for this piece…its so beautiful
I love her the most about her
Impressive! Well done..
My baby has her website! Whoop whoop! Ever captivating articles! Loveeeee ya!
My baby has her own website! Whoop whoop! Ever captivating articles! Loveeeee ya! So many exclamation marks! All for you! :*
:’) Love you tooooo! :*
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