dear boy for me:

Apr 17, 2006 19:35

so i realize that i have a HUGE tendency to write this exact same entry... a couple of times a year...

but you know what?

i don't care WHAT you think... because it makes ME feel better.

not to be rude.

so yes...

Dear Boy For Me:::

there are a lot of things going on with my life right now.... and when i say a lot... i really mean it...

this is not to say that i'm not ready for you.... because i am.

i always have been... and i always will be ready for you.

i'm having this restless feeling inside of me... and i'm not quite sure what it means. the other night while i walked to work... the sun was setting straight in front of me... and the clouds around it were almost invisible... and the sky behind.. around... in front of it... was every color that could ever be imagined.... but what made it the most beautiful... was the street i was walking on.... in the middle of the street... there is this box.... this box of tulips.... and when i say tulips.. i don't mean like... three or four... i mean HUNDREDS.... THOUSANDS even.... red... and white.... tulips.

thousands of red and white tulips... a sun warming my face lowering right in front of me.... and the wind and clouds and colors....

and then i thought: "this is something that i want to share with someone... this is something that SHOULD be shared..." and i could think of DOZENS of people that i could call at that very moment.... and try to describe... in all the words i know... the awe that i was feeling... the beauty i was seeing.... and i reached for my phone....

and i realized.... i didn't know who to call.

dear boy for me:

when you do finally come forward.... be the one i can call.... at those moments.

be the one that will appreciate what i'm trying to say.... be the one who will drop EVERYTHING if i actually MAKE that call... and look out a window.... striving to see exactly what i'm seeing.

i don't feel that's too much to ask.

not in the least.

dear boy for me:

i'm here...

<3love<3
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