Brian, Je T'aime
Brian,
I love how nervous you act when you first meet someone, yet always insist that you aren't nervous at all. I love how this little fact gives insight into the shy little boy you never grew up from.
I love how you curl up in a ball and stroke your hair with your hands when you're really upset, to re-enact how your mom would comfort you when you were a little boy.
I love how you'll let yourself cry just so you can run to the bathroom and examine what your grief-stricken face looks like.
I love how you love all types of junk food, and should really be 400lbs heavier.
I love how stubborn you can be, but can still admit that your friends' advices were on point after you go and give yourself a boo-boo anyway.
I love how you daydream about being a vampire, or a superhero, or an assassin whenever life gets a little too mundane/tedious/unbearable.
I love how you can light someone up with your laugh.
I love how you secretly wish you were goth.
I love how aloof and detached and assholey you pretend to be, to hide the fact that you're a big ball of sensitivity.
I love how sarcastic you are, and that your first sarcastic remark was made when you were 4. It was the reply "Yeah right" to your aunt's question of "Did you have fun at the park today sweetheart?"
I love how depressed you got when your mother sadistically laughed after catching the kitchen mouse, who you dubbed Mario, on one of those horrible sticky glue pads.
I love how you can cleanly pluck your eyebrows and shave without ever looking into a mirror.
I love that you can easily go a month or two without cleaning or rearranging your bedroom.
I love how demure and shocked you pretend to be whenever someone tells you that you kiss well.
I love how you just now realized this list resembles that goddamn 25 Things About Me list you made like a week ago.
I love how you don't care and continue to write anyway, cuz you can.
I love that you don't fall apart the way you used to when things end.
I love that you're really trying to make yourself believe that's true.
I love that you're a frustrated actor/dancer/writer/cat owner.
I love how you pluck the hairs off your goatee when you run out of nails to chew on.
I love that you're not moping right now.
And overall, I just love you.
With Love,
Brian
I love how nervous you act when you first meet someone, yet always insist that you aren't nervous at all. I love how this little fact gives insight into the shy little boy you never grew up from.
I love how you curl up in a ball and stroke your hair with your hands when you're really upset, to re-enact how your mom would comfort you when you were a little boy.
I love how you'll let yourself cry just so you can run to the bathroom and examine what your grief-stricken face looks like.
I love how you love all types of junk food, and should really be 400lbs heavier.
I love how stubborn you can be, but can still admit that your friends' advices were on point after you go and give yourself a boo-boo anyway.
I love how you daydream about being a vampire, or a superhero, or an assassin whenever life gets a little too mundane/tedious/unbearable.
I love how you can light someone up with your laugh.
I love how you secretly wish you were goth.
I love how aloof and detached and assholey you pretend to be, to hide the fact that you're a big ball of sensitivity.
I love how sarcastic you are, and that your first sarcastic remark was made when you were 4. It was the reply "Yeah right" to your aunt's question of "Did you have fun at the park today sweetheart?"
I love how depressed you got when your mother sadistically laughed after catching the kitchen mouse, who you dubbed Mario, on one of those horrible sticky glue pads.
I love how you can cleanly pluck your eyebrows and shave without ever looking into a mirror.
I love that you can easily go a month or two without cleaning or rearranging your bedroom.
I love how demure and shocked you pretend to be whenever someone tells you that you kiss well.
I love how you just now realized this list resembles that goddamn 25 Things About Me list you made like a week ago.
I love how you don't care and continue to write anyway, cuz you can.
I love that you don't fall apart the way you used to when things end.
I love that you're really trying to make yourself believe that's true.
I love that you're a frustrated actor/dancer/writer/cat owner.
I love how you pluck the hairs off your goatee when you run out of nails to chew on.
I love that you're not moping right now.
And overall, I just love you.
With Love,
Brian