FALL IN LOVE WITH ME AND MY QUIETNESS


I love you.

Everything about you.

I love your sparkling golden eyes, your spiky blonde hair, your perfect beaming smile.

I love the way your face crinkles into this look of pure, uninhibited joy when you smile. I love the way we lock eyes across a room and can‚t help grinning when neither of us will look away. I love the way you take time, every day, to talk to me, to poke me in the stomach, pull my hair, tug my earlobe, just be with me.

Those minutes and hours I spend with you are the best moments of my life. I cherish them, analyze them, pick them apart and then piece them together again in my dreams.

I long to tell you how I feel, but the truth is, since we met all those months ago, I've said maybe fifty words to you.

I'm painfully shy, and I'm so sorry. I wish I could talk to you. I wish we could sit down together, in that light airy room I always see so clearly in my mind, just you and me and those tiny green trees, together on that black sofa in the corner and really talk. I wish I could explain to you how I feel. I wish you would tell me how you feel. You are beautiful.

Physically, yes, of course but you truly have a beautiful soul. Many times I've witnessed you, talking to a child in a particular gentle tone of voice, seen them wipe away their tears and smile; I've seen the way people's faces light up when they are in your presence; I've seen the way you lift up everyone around you, make their days just a little bit better, make the sun shine just a little bit brighter, make life seem just a little bit more worth living. I've seen it.

You move so gracefully, so fleetly, I can't tear my eyes away. Every move of yours is deliberate, perfect, sublime. When you talk, I cannot look away from your beautiful face, gorgeous eyes, perfect mouth. Your words float into my ears and I lose myself in a world of you.

You pull me back from the edge when I want to let go. You keep me going when there is nothing left. You make me deliriously happy when I should be lost in misery. I love you.

Maybe someday I'll send you this letter.

Maybe someday we'll sit in that room and talk.

Maybe someday, after the millions of thoughts I've had about you, you'll give me a second thought.

Maybe someday, you'll fall in love with me and my quietness, my lopsided smile, freckle-sprayed face, and murky brown eyes.

Someday.

I will always love you.

Today. Tomorrow. Someday. Always.



the love letter collection
submitted 8:44 PM EST
Monday, April 4, 2011