Dear You,
I've been missing too much of you these days. I think about you a lot, like it's some assignment that I have to do daily. I'm thinking right now, about the way you laugh like I'm the weirdest girl alive but ending it with a kiss like you still love me anyhow, the way you'd say "shhh" when everything was super quiet, the way your nose always got in the way and we would have a traffic jam before our lips took over the world, the way your pants kept falling down and ur apple butt would always say hi to me, the way you make the "eh" sound when you get cuddly with my face. Gosh, I miss you.
What about those times? Those weird times, that funny time, that cute time, that retarded time... remember? Like, the time we were cuddlying together on the curve, stealing kisses like they were free yummy snacks, having the time of my life when that begger came and not only took your money but decided to invite herself and sat next to us like we were a show .... remember? How about that hill, overlooking the city, guessing which car would turn where, getting freaked outta our whits when the house right next to us would make random sounds like they were spying on us....remember? How about the time I had alittle too much to drink and you kept telling me what was infront of me, what car was coming from which direction- just treating me like I was a dangerous bomb that would explode if I walked by myself without you holding my hand....remember? I definently wont forget those cops and the way you stuttered when they asked you what we were doing, "es...es....es mi...mi novia!!!"....now I know when you lie. I hope you'll remember like I will, cuz that was the funnest time I've ever had in one night.
It's not natural for a girl to act like nothing happened, not telling anyone about it, not thanking you over and over again how much it meant to me that you drove pretty far away, suffered the consequence of getting lost, getting a flat tire (did you really?), but all of that just to see ... me. I hope I'm not scaring you with this, in thinking that I'm one of those clingy girls who fall in love after just ONE kiss, naaaah. I know guys hate it so that's why I only want to show and say, thank you so much for giving me all the above and more. You really knew how to treat me like a queen, something that I honestly needed.
Thank you Mr. Apple Butt. I'll always think you're nice, no matter what.
Love, Joan
P.S I WANT SOME BROCOLI!!!!!!
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
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6 comments:
well...wow. Brave putting something like that on a blog for all to read.
holy shniz..i didn't read it..just got to the apple butt part.
.......tender. Never mind what the majority says, you have a right to express yourself.
And you should consider writing soft porn novels. Don't be offended it's a compliment.
haha theres more than one apple butt in town, so stop that bad thinking!!!
Im brave, si...brave is my middle name, but jesse comon! This letter was to you, HELLO!
hahaha, I'll shun that consideration and stick to writing love-letters on my blog, thank you very much.
Heeee.
NO JONIE NO.
This better be good.
Better than the last, way better than the first!
Your a natural romantic.
-loulou
Wat's going on zere?
apple butt? really? i always thought it was extra small. he he....it was cute, i liked it, tho it makes it so much better when i know who you're talking about. :D he's cute, im glad you had fun. kisses!
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