The kind master (me) would like to thank her for her kind
regards.
It's a wonderful time to be alive, and my thoughts are
turning to the theme of love, tugging at my heartstrings and bringing them to
life. I keep thinking that there's someone we all need to hold, and for me,
that person was the dearest love of my life. My mind was filled with doubt, but
she appeared out of nowhere, giving me a reason to live a steady life and to
distinguish good from evil. Even in the long, dark tunnel where I was alone,
she was my nightlight. The perpetual twinkle in her eyes was like the unending
bliss of heaven, and I wish life could be everlasting so that I could surrender
to the moment and be happy forever. The search for constant happiness usually
ends with her, and with her by my side, I feel like I can chase time, tell her
all the stories I write in my head about us, take risks, and work hard to make
it all worthwhile.
It's magic, the way she came around. Whenever we got close,
she always wanted to preserve whatever ongoing attraction we had (considering
our long glances) and seek something interesting or just exchange a shy
"Hi." She waited for it to happen more than I could ever know.
I'm like a heatwave following her wherever she goes now,
drawn to her beatific smile that I've grown so used to that I can't settle for
anything else. Her voice brings me good luck, and I remember how seraphic she
looked when we first met as kids, and how excited I was to see her again as a
sophomore. I notice that she has incredibly narrow feet when I look at pictures
of her.
This morning, the sunshine is blinding her eyes, and I'm at
her place, trying to think of some cheesy pickup lines to share breakfast
together and playing a game of rolling a biscuit packet to get her to join me
for an informal bite. It was dumb, I know, but as a lonely soul, I was just
happy to spend time with her.
I also remember griping about the food, and she did the same
many other times, as if she cared and watched over me. When I talk, she listens
with her heart, sitting right in front of me. I can't forget the way her nails
were painted in faded red, even though my life is a perfect mess.
I want you to know that her friends seem to know me, or have
I become the subject of her gossip lately? Tell them I'm only worth a few
thousand; I don't mind. That's a lot of choco cookies for you and me.
I really don't know how to tell her, but I remember thinking
how the moonlight was shining on her face and thinking how pretty she was. Wait
a second while I take a mental picture of this moment, because it will fade
away, but I just want to remember the way the light hits her face. I have
feelings for her that will never change.
