Jun 2013
You're amazing, honestly. I don't think there are enough words in my feeble vocabulary to actually describe the feeling I get with only hearing your name. I'm just so appalled and fascinated that you exist in any way shape or form. You, are one of the most impressive individuals I've met and know. You're pulchritudinous, statuesque, gorgeous and not to mention very pretty. Every time you speak to me I've got the feeling that I should be in the middle of a football field replicating the final moments in "The Breakfast Club.".
What I wouldn't give to have you return such feelings, because I'm almost positive that they've dissolved over the remaining time since April 27. Honestly, I feel stupid for remembering the day. It's a memory I don't plan on losing anytime soon. I remember that you had your little elephant purse with the pins. It was the day after you lost another piece of Jewelry at Dalton's house. We had been at a small event right before that even, where I relinquished the information that I'm easily entertained by toys made for infants. The fact that you have the capability to consume an entire watermelon and can read anywhere, whenever you want to is fascinating to me. To me, that is probably one of the most badass traits I've ever seen. Hell, that would rank up there as a superpower in my opinion. Congratulations, you're a superhero now.
I remember talking to you next to the fire with only the cold surface of the guitar and the warm feel of your voice. I remember talking to me on the staircase at AC3 before you and I left for rock band. I remember how you took my hat and I took your Zune and we traded back when we arrived, but I felt bad because I thought you would probably like the music better than a stupid hat.
I remember walking over to the stairs at AC3 and you telling me that your favorite book was "Triss." I have strong plans to read as soon as mentally and physically possible. You told me that Leif had asked you to dinner. I didn't know what you said to it, I knew he kind of creeped you out a little, but I was jealous of him because he apparently got to say it before I did. I remember a month earlier, March 23, when I got to hold your hand. You had that silly, yet fantastic red plaid shirt. With the little silver bow in your hair, that I remember acknowledging as soon as I saw it. We walked to safeway and got cookies and I kept talking because I was so incredibly nervous that I would say something stupid and you would think I was stupid and then I would feel stupid and then, at that point, I would be stupid anyway. But we walked and talked back to the gymnastics building and we sat there and watched the sun fall down and become silent in its own way, as we were loud in our talking.
We got back and we just were around each other. Although, out of all of that, the talking at the gymnastics place was one of my favorite things of them all. I kid you not. We then went to rockband, where you promptly put two sharpie smiley faces upon my arm and the back of my hand. Which was really cute, I thought that was awesome. Once POTC started playing, you pulled me by my tie and I sat down next to you. I was incredibly nervous about doing that, but it out of some unforeseen force, I managed to actually sit down next to the most beautiful girl in existence.
That, Mon Cher, is when I held your hand. It was so swift and so adrenaline inducing that I probably could have run an entire marathon of marathons, no matter how unlikely it was that I would survive such a long run. You looked at me and smiled, I remember that perfectly. You smiled such a genuine smile and you squeezed my hand and I thought to myself “This, is my favorite moment.” That’s all, not exactly sure why it wasn’t something more powerful, but as I thought about it, it held more meaning than what I had thought it did originally. Sadly, as time went on, you stopped conversing with me as much as you did and that scared me. It’s happened twice now and you have told me that being friends is the best option. You believe that, I know, I believe that. But I also believe that the meaning of that says that you’re no longer interested in me.
Saddening, but it makes sense. I don’t think that I really should have had a chance from the start. You’re capable of doing so much better, so much overall. I will probably end up being jealous of every guy you like in some way for a little bit. Silently of course, but I will be just a little bit, jealous. I wanted to love you like Carl loved Ellie in "Up". I don’t know how much emphasis I can put into what I’m trying to say. If I had to use eight words though, to sum it up?
Tres Belle, Mon Cher, I'll miss you.
What I wouldn't give to have you return such feelings, because I'm almost positive that they've dissolved over the remaining time since April 27. Honestly, I feel stupid for remembering the day. It's a memory I don't plan on losing anytime soon. I remember that you had your little elephant purse with the pins. It was the day after you lost another piece of Jewelry at Dalton's house. We had been at a small event right before that even, where I relinquished the information that I'm easily entertained by toys made for infants. The fact that you have the capability to consume an entire watermelon and can read anywhere, whenever you want to is fascinating to me. To me, that is probably one of the most badass traits I've ever seen. Hell, that would rank up there as a superpower in my opinion. Congratulations, you're a superhero now.
I remember talking to you next to the fire with only the cold surface of the guitar and the warm feel of your voice. I remember talking to me on the staircase at AC3 before you and I left for rock band. I remember how you took my hat and I took your Zune and we traded back when we arrived, but I felt bad because I thought you would probably like the music better than a stupid hat.
I remember walking over to the stairs at AC3 and you telling me that your favorite book was "Triss." I have strong plans to read as soon as mentally and physically possible. You told me that Leif had asked you to dinner. I didn't know what you said to it, I knew he kind of creeped you out a little, but I was jealous of him because he apparently got to say it before I did. I remember a month earlier, March 23, when I got to hold your hand. You had that silly, yet fantastic red plaid shirt. With the little silver bow in your hair, that I remember acknowledging as soon as I saw it. We walked to safeway and got cookies and I kept talking because I was so incredibly nervous that I would say something stupid and you would think I was stupid and then I would feel stupid and then, at that point, I would be stupid anyway. But we walked and talked back to the gymnastics building and we sat there and watched the sun fall down and become silent in its own way, as we were loud in our talking.
We got back and we just were around each other. Although, out of all of that, the talking at the gymnastics place was one of my favorite things of them all. I kid you not. We then went to rockband, where you promptly put two sharpie smiley faces upon my arm and the back of my hand. Which was really cute, I thought that was awesome. Once POTC started playing, you pulled me by my tie and I sat down next to you. I was incredibly nervous about doing that, but it out of some unforeseen force, I managed to actually sit down next to the most beautiful girl in existence.
That, Mon Cher, is when I held your hand. It was so swift and so adrenaline inducing that I probably could have run an entire marathon of marathons, no matter how unlikely it was that I would survive such a long run. You looked at me and smiled, I remember that perfectly. You smiled such a genuine smile and you squeezed my hand and I thought to myself “This, is my favorite moment.” That’s all, not exactly sure why it wasn’t something more powerful, but as I thought about it, it held more meaning than what I had thought it did originally. Sadly, as time went on, you stopped conversing with me as much as you did and that scared me. It’s happened twice now and you have told me that being friends is the best option. You believe that, I know, I believe that. But I also believe that the meaning of that says that you’re no longer interested in me.
Saddening, but it makes sense. I don’t think that I really should have had a chance from the start. You’re capable of doing so much better, so much overall. I will probably end up being jealous of every guy you like in some way for a little bit. Silently of course, but I will be just a little bit, jealous. I wanted to love you like Carl loved Ellie in "Up". I don’t know how much emphasis I can put into what I’m trying to say. If I had to use eight words though, to sum it up?
Tres Belle, Mon Cher, I'll miss you.
