4774: To B: Its late on a Saturday evening, and I want to say these things to you. You barely know me. I barely know you. But from the first time I saw your face across that crowded lecture hall last semester, I have known one truth: you are the perfect girl for me. Ive believed in love as long as Ive lived, but Ive never believed in love at first sight. Yet when I saw you - you beautiful, beautiful person, I knew that we were put us on this earth for each other. I want to know everything about you. I want to wrap you in my arms on Saturday mornings and see your nose crinkle when you wake up. I want to know how you eat Oreos and what type of soda you drink on the Fourth of July. I want to know if you read seated, standing, or lying down, and who your favorite character in Harry Potter was. I want to know what you look for in a Granny Smith apple, and I want to know what your grandmother looked like as a child. I want to sit next to your most beloved sibling or parent and hear them talk on hours end about you, and then look up and see you leaning back on a wall looking at me, and amaze myself as the room goes silent, the chatter dies down but for your smile, your approving, serene smile. I want to take you to a restaurant with high tables and our first date and talk about God knows what. I want to buy a house with you and take pictures in front of it, and spend a whole weekend just painting the living room twice over. I want to look at the Sistine Chapel ceiling with you and huddle for warmth in some shabby hotel room in Stockholm that didnt deserve that four star rating on TripAdvisor. I want to marry you and take you to Mount Rushmore and cook you eggs for breakfast (unless youre a vegan) and have you show me your world, your places, your creeks (I skipped stones here, you might say), your favorite quiet corners. I want to grow old with you. Id like to watch Star Wars with you 100 times (you seem like youd like Star Wars). Id like to raise a few kids with you and sit next to you at every ballet recital, soccer game and school play. I want to split sides in snowball fights and come together to build snowmen. I want to bring you flowers and chocolates at work - not on Valentines Day, but on sporadic, various days of the week when perhaps you are having the worst day dealing with whatever it is you will deal with. I would like it very much if you would let me love you with all my heart and soul, my mind and body, my spirit, my words, my everything. Because I am eluding all sense and rationality when I say that I, so far removed from knowing the slightest thing about you, am absolutely certain that you and I would find the greatest happiness possible with each other. Maybe - maybe - maybe (how many fortitudes have been emaciated with that word) - maybe one day luck will throw us next to each other. Until then, I am, ever yours--
Posted on: Tue, 29 Apr 2014 06:09:22 +0000
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