Dear Zach,
This morning I woke you up by shifting around in bed (I think I even accidentally kicked you - SORRY! But seriously, blame the cramps.) Anyway after all that, the real time I meant to get you up with the kiss and marker in hand, that's what this is really about.
Really, this is what you get for telling me to make this my Valentines - that I could do pretty much anything I wanted to, as long as it made me happy. I've been dying to write our story on you since the first time you hugged me. While I completely understand that that would have been much sooner had I been out here sooner, I feel like you still understand the significance of that first glimpse of true safety.
Originally I was going to write in magenta lipstick. I was going to turn you into a work of art, one of my wordy designs that says those words like watered down coke-a-cola or "You have the most beautiful soul"; but I ended up deciding that it would tickle too much so the words would get all smudged before you even got to the mirror. Then I figured lipstick would be too difficult to get off - believe me I would know. I drew on myself for It's About Love the second year with a gorgeous shade of ruby and even though it came off on my Benton High uniform it wouldn't come off of my skin for nearly a week.
Yes, I'm going off on a tangent because that is the only real way to learn someone. You let their story come out through casual conversation and natural correlations. At least, that is what I like to believe more than anything else. Because what good is having an open book in front of you when you know that you're an avid reader who will turn the pages too fast, thus forgetting everything you've just read. You know me, there is no description more accurate than that one. Not for me at least.
Once I had the marker in my hand I changed my mind on what to write with every letter I put down. In the end I feel like there are so many better things I could have etched out, so I will gather them into a poem and post it later. Or maybe I'll try again tonight. . .
You have no idea how much I enjoy knowing you trust me enough to do things like this whenever the inspiration hits. And something tells me you like it more than you're letting on to - because the way you kissed me when you thought I had fallen back to sleep was unforgettable. Truly one to rival Buttercup and Westly.
Since we stayed up til four in the morning you're asleep again now. I like to imagine that you are having the best dreams of your life knowing that I'm right here next to you and I tell myself that when you wake up again (for real) your smile will outshine the sun streaming in for around the curtains. (Well, okay, they aren't really curtains, but you get the point.) I hope you're enjoying the warmth of my super soft purple blanket that's even too big for giants.
Happy Valentines Day, Darling!
With all my love,
M. Rene'
This morning I woke you up by shifting around in bed (I think I even accidentally kicked you - SORRY! But seriously, blame the cramps.) Anyway after all that, the real time I meant to get you up with the kiss and marker in hand, that's what this is really about.
Really, this is what you get for telling me to make this my Valentines - that I could do pretty much anything I wanted to, as long as it made me happy. I've been dying to write our story on you since the first time you hugged me. While I completely understand that that would have been much sooner had I been out here sooner, I feel like you still understand the significance of that first glimpse of true safety.
Originally I was going to write in magenta lipstick. I was going to turn you into a work of art, one of my wordy designs that says those words like watered down coke-a-cola or "You have the most beautiful soul"; but I ended up deciding that it would tickle too much so the words would get all smudged before you even got to the mirror. Then I figured lipstick would be too difficult to get off - believe me I would know. I drew on myself for It's About Love the second year with a gorgeous shade of ruby and even though it came off on my Benton High uniform it wouldn't come off of my skin for nearly a week.
Yes, I'm going off on a tangent because that is the only real way to learn someone. You let their story come out through casual conversation and natural correlations. At least, that is what I like to believe more than anything else. Because what good is having an open book in front of you when you know that you're an avid reader who will turn the pages too fast, thus forgetting everything you've just read. You know me, there is no description more accurate than that one. Not for me at least.
Once I had the marker in my hand I changed my mind on what to write with every letter I put down. In the end I feel like there are so many better things I could have etched out, so I will gather them into a poem and post it later. Or maybe I'll try again tonight. . .
You have no idea how much I enjoy knowing you trust me enough to do things like this whenever the inspiration hits. And something tells me you like it more than you're letting on to - because the way you kissed me when you thought I had fallen back to sleep was unforgettable. Truly one to rival Buttercup and Westly.
Since we stayed up til four in the morning you're asleep again now. I like to imagine that you are having the best dreams of your life knowing that I'm right here next to you and I tell myself that when you wake up again (for real) your smile will outshine the sun streaming in for around the curtains. (Well, okay, they aren't really curtains, but you get the point.) I hope you're enjoying the warmth of my super soft purple blanket that's even too big for giants.
Happy Valentines Day, Darling!
With all my love,
M. Rene'
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