"You colour everything. You are the kindest person I have ever known, and your words are like fire to water, always skirting the edge before turning to dust. I can never be resolute when you are around, I can never compose myself. You strike me; your eyes burn me, but gently - a cool, soft burn. I wish I could tell you just what you mean to me. I wish I could trace my fingertips over the very surface of your skin, pull your lips into mine, and wait - for something, although I don’t yet know what. Sometimes I would like to cry because you are so delicate and I am so far. I can’t keep getting wrapped up in your eyes like this, but I would like to. I have never felt so alive as I do when you smile. I really do appreciate those times when we talk, and I hope that you know that. I’d like to create a word that would envelop you in your fullest extent, but first I would have to know you fully.
Regardless, you are the best thing about this planet and I am so fucking glad that you are here. That you exist makes me wholer."
She writes how I wish to, with a great plain honesty that strikes your core. I also kinda have a soft spot for e.e. cummings but that's another kettle of fish. This is what I would say if I could speak more eloquently. Nothing new today, I went to the school to help people with some design work, not that I have any and I'm still going through the Clavin & Hobbes collection online. When something interesting happens this blog will become useful - really it's a strike to prove my life might be kinda cool later on, very futuroptimistic.
Have you ever felt like getting up the guts to speak to someone could be the best decision you've ever made? Have you ever wished that someday you'll find the right words, and when you do, they'll be simple?
