I could write millions and billions of these letters, but they won't get you closer to me.
dear you.
Sometimes, I like to think of myself as a raindrop. You know, just one small part of a big crowd, no one special. If you watch the rain pour down outside your window, it only looks like a big blur of water, but if you look at a raindrop up close, it has a lot of colors and it is actually quite beautiful in its simplicity.
Sometimes, I like to watch the rain hit the window of my car. Watch as two raindrops come together and form a bigger raindrop.I think of myself as one of those two raindrops. And I always think of you as the other one.
I would like to walk by your side, Your hand in mine, and stay there forever. Just as those two raindrops never part from one another, once they've crossed paths with each other.
love always,
me.
You're a hopeless bundle of contradictions disguised as a boy, and I'm just an old lady, baggy cardigans and cats and knitting and all, stuck in this teenaged body.
I can knit you a sweater and you can go on being a paradox and we can fall in love quietly, like falling asleep. Slowly, slowly, slowly, and then all at once.
Here we see the wild nerd in her natural habitat. Observe as she engages in her daily habit of sticking her nose in a book as she walks through the hallways of her school. Note the square spectacles that slip down the bridge of her nose, the untidy knot of dark brown hair that she can't be bothered to fix, the eyes that remain keenly focused on--- wait. Wait a second. Something has caught her attention. It's a male! She blinks once in apparent surprise. He bares his teeth in what is called a "smile" and lifts his hand. Known as a "wave", this gesture serves as a common greeting among this species.
I wonder, will the creature return the male's greeting? Let's see... she's--- [gasp] I don't believe it. I simply don't believe it. She is putting her book away. She--- she smiles and waves back at him! It may sound odd, but it appears as though she is... interested in the male! Could it be? Are we finally going to get to observe the courting rituals of the wild nerd? This is incredible! This is astounding! This is--- this is...
Oh. Just a moment... ah. Forgive me. It wold appear that the male did not intend to greet the nerd. Instead, it seems that his "wave" was meant for the bosomus bodacious specimen behind the nerd.
...Join us next week, when the nerd, yet again, watches the male longingly from a safe distance.
I just want to know if your lips really feel the way I've been imagining them to for the past eight years.