a love letter
Dear Noelle,
I am pretty sure you are the only person who reads this so I am sharing my secret with you.
It's hard to admit but I realized today that there really isn't anything like the morning you realize you are absolutely crazy about someone (for you're not willing to admit its anything greater than sheer infatuation yet).
Early this morning, I walked the slush covered sidewalks-the world quiet and became infatuated with the chill on my cheeks, the snow on my boots, the shapes of fog that blew from my lips. I listened to my favorite song-the music filled my eyes and everything...just...was.
Tomorrow may break my heart but I dance. I smile. I care not about the paper that I haven't written or the caffeine induced stomach ache.
Love,
-w
I am pretty sure you are the only person who reads this so I am sharing my secret with you.
It's hard to admit but I realized today that there really isn't anything like the morning you realize you are absolutely crazy about someone (for you're not willing to admit its anything greater than sheer infatuation yet).
Early this morning, I walked the slush covered sidewalks-the world quiet and became infatuated with the chill on my cheeks, the snow on my boots, the shapes of fog that blew from my lips. I listened to my favorite song-the music filled my eyes and everything...just...was.
Tomorrow may break my heart but I dance. I smile. I care not about the paper that I haven't written or the caffeine induced stomach ache.
Love,
-w