letter
j.
they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, and while i don't doubt that this is true, i don't think it's as accurate as it could be. because if absence makes the heart grow fonder, why is it that when i'm beside you i feel as if every nerve in my body is crackling with electricity? the touch of your hand is enough to send my heart pounding into my throat. how could being away make me any fonder of you than i already am? the correct answer is, of course, that it couldn't.
do you know that when we're apart i count the seconds until i see you again? it's been nine days, six hours, some odd minutes,and some odd seconds since i saw you last. i think my longing is palpable. it feels as if it's an annoying friend, constantly jabbing me in the side with its wants and desires.
i am impatient for you. when i can't see you, my chest hurts. when you go away, the world is a little darker, my vision gets blurrier, and i ache for that smile of yours. i wonder if anyone has ever told you how beautiful you are. i have never met anyone like you before - your smile does something to me. it makes me happier than anything, but sadder, too. when i see you, i get this feeling in my chest - agonizingly sweet and sad. is that what love is?
when i look you in the eyes i'm lost - but with no desire to be found.
k.
they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, and while i don't doubt that this is true, i don't think it's as accurate as it could be. because if absence makes the heart grow fonder, why is it that when i'm beside you i feel as if every nerve in my body is crackling with electricity? the touch of your hand is enough to send my heart pounding into my throat. how could being away make me any fonder of you than i already am? the correct answer is, of course, that it couldn't.
do you know that when we're apart i count the seconds until i see you again? it's been nine days, six hours, some odd minutes,and some odd seconds since i saw you last. i think my longing is palpable. it feels as if it's an annoying friend, constantly jabbing me in the side with its wants and desires.
i am impatient for you. when i can't see you, my chest hurts. when you go away, the world is a little darker, my vision gets blurrier, and i ache for that smile of yours. i wonder if anyone has ever told you how beautiful you are. i have never met anyone like you before - your smile does something to me. it makes me happier than anything, but sadder, too. when i see you, i get this feeling in my chest - agonizingly sweet and sad. is that what love is?
when i look you in the eyes i'm lost - but with no desire to be found.
k.