house-sitting my own house
I finally got my tape player/record player fixed.
I've been clearing out my desk so my folks can throw it out. This is a very long process because I have years worth of papers (letters, birthday/Easter/X-mas cards [some from my grandma who died hella long ago....I cried a little bit mourning her for the first time really since I've been mature enough to what it means in the long run], notes passed in class from 7th grade, cartoons, and everything in between.
One of these things was this: A "love letter" an ex-boyfriend from 7th grade wrote to me. It's the most cliche, unorigonal material I've ever seen, which is what makes it so great. Note: He never knew what my "silky skin" was like, and definately never touched my thigh. I broke up with him because he was a disgusting kisser.
Dear Chrissy,
You remind me of how a beautiful rose will never lose its beauty. You remind me that time will never pass its aging hand over your body. In the brightness of your eyes, I'm reminded of what great light shines from the stars each night. Your lips remind me of the sweetest sugar that's been isolated for too long. The slenderness of your soft gorgeous body, reminds me of the caress of each wave that comes to shore. Each beautiful syllable of your name rolls off my tongue so gracefully that it leaves me speechless. How is it that everytime your presence is known to me, my heart sores through the clouds? And why is it that the sound of your voice brings a choir of angels to my ears? If I wasn't reminded each day, I would think that I'd died and fallen into heaven's gates. We must be, because even while I sleep I'm reminded that I will always want you. How come I can't leave these reminders behind me, and be reminded by someone else? Or when can I be reminded that your skin is solfter than the finest silk, while I rub my fingers across your face and over your thigh? And when will the sweet taste of your lips remind me of what left me in the desert of my hearts despair?
Luv ya always,
_____ _. _.
Oh boy.
I've been clearing out my desk so my folks can throw it out. This is a very long process because I have years worth of papers (letters, birthday/Easter/X-mas cards [some from my grandma who died hella long ago....I cried a little bit mourning her for the first time really since I've been mature enough to what it means in the long run], notes passed in class from 7th grade, cartoons, and everything in between.
One of these things was this: A "love letter" an ex-boyfriend from 7th grade wrote to me. It's the most cliche, unorigonal material I've ever seen, which is what makes it so great. Note: He never knew what my "silky skin" was like, and definately never touched my thigh. I broke up with him because he was a disgusting kisser.
Dear Chrissy,
You remind me of how a beautiful rose will never lose its beauty. You remind me that time will never pass its aging hand over your body. In the brightness of your eyes, I'm reminded of what great light shines from the stars each night. Your lips remind me of the sweetest sugar that's been isolated for too long. The slenderness of your soft gorgeous body, reminds me of the caress of each wave that comes to shore. Each beautiful syllable of your name rolls off my tongue so gracefully that it leaves me speechless. How is it that everytime your presence is known to me, my heart sores through the clouds? And why is it that the sound of your voice brings a choir of angels to my ears? If I wasn't reminded each day, I would think that I'd died and fallen into heaven's gates. We must be, because even while I sleep I'm reminded that I will always want you. How come I can't leave these reminders behind me, and be reminded by someone else? Or when can I be reminded that your skin is solfter than the finest silk, while I rub my fingers across your face and over your thigh? And when will the sweet taste of your lips remind me of what left me in the desert of my hearts despair?
Luv ya always,
_____ _. _.
Oh boy.