Comment.
Oh Richard, you're marvelous.
Movies:
(Don't forget to fly)
Dear Richard,
Letters are hard to write. I just totally realized that
as soon as I sat down to write this, after reviewing
pictures of my haircut, which, by the time you get
this, you'll know what it looks like and you'll think
it's friggin' fraggin' fabulous.
I just got off the phone with you; I miss your voice
already. Did I ever tell you that you have like, the
sexiest voice ever? You do. I'm not even kidding.
Everyone is asleep. The clock is ticking, and the walls
creak; those are the only things I hear. You're
still winning our bet.
This is going to sound extremely cheesy, I can feel it
in my bones. You always say I have no idea how much you
like me, right? I think I have an idea more than anyone
else, considering I like you just as much. I
promise. My self-confidence is at an all time
high because of you. The only reason I beat you at arm
wresteling, is because you give me strength. I cannot
really explain it. You make me feel healthy and
exuberant; To my, feeling healthy is better than
feeling like the "prettiest girl int the world."
From experience, I've learned that every
relationship has different aspects on why two people
like and dislike each other. I've never liked someone
because they listen, like I do you. I love the feeling
of security, and how you give me that. I do not want a
tough guy, like you say I do, I just want you, tough or
not. You never question my intellect; you make me feel
like I'm teaching you something, not showing my
opinions and facts upon you. You absorb what I'm
saying, not shoving it off like everyone else, even my
family and friends.
I'm not sure if you know it, but you've been with me
through part of one of the toughest years of my life.
I've grown acostumed to my mom's monstrous drug
addiction. I've lost a best friend over distance;
everyone thought we were made for each other. You
helped me finish out one of the toughest years of
school, socially and mentally. I still can't believe
you're acting the same way when we first met. I
Love that about you.
I honestly can say this, my love, whatever
happens in the next few years, I'll never forget you.
You are sincerely the kindest, humblest person I have
ever met in my entire fifteen years. I don't
care how good-looking anyone is, how smart anyone is;
being compassionate beats them both to
the
ground.
And that you have, boy.
You are not only my love; you are my bestest friend.
Love always,
Elise Marie
Books:
The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Speak.
