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Oct. 25th, 2002 12:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bzarcher*sigh*
Nothing more frustrating than being torn asunder by the fickle internet....especially when vaguely nervous about my words to you.
I know I shouldn't be. I know our love is clear.
And yet...
I'm taught to write, and to communicate most effectively when my fingers place my soul to a page. But somehow, when I talk to you, it's so hard to find the right words to express how wonderful you are.
I cannot put enough meaning into the words 'I love you'. No matter how deeply I feel it, no matter how intense my heart is. I want to write you books. I want to craft sonnets to your beauty. I want to pen a sestina on the joy I take just by listening to you, and understanding your thoughts. I want to say so many things...and yet I can never find words that seem to fill the void correctly.
I cannot find the right (I originally typoed that 'write'. How our bodies betray...) words to spread across the ether, and reach your eyes, bearing just how deeply you fascinate and revitalize me just by telling me how your day went, or how much I enjoy you leading me through design shops and catalogues to show me the things you've found that day.
I can never express quite how good it feels just to sit down with you and say nothing, just holding each other for a bit.
I want to cook you dinner while you tell me about the book you're reading.
I want to get you a drink of something while you talk about work.
I want to play video games with you, or watch TV, and laugh, or joke, and smile.
I want to hunt through the shops with you because we decide to go on another damnfool crusade for -something-, and it doesn't matter if we find it or not.
I want to draw the blanket up around your body, and tell you a story before we close our eyes.
I want to kiss you on the forehead before I leave in the morning, or be awake so I can help you on your early mornings.
I want to go to a movie and snuggle, and share popcorn, and leave the theatre after the credits and talk about what we think.
I want to sit on your bed and read comic books.
I want to lay on a hill at night, and watch a meteor shower together.
I want to get a blanket and watch fireworks with you.
I want to say so many things to you....I want to do so much.
Why can't I ever tell this to your face? Why can't I find the words when I need them?
Abscence makes the heart grow fonder.
Come back to me, my Beauty. My heart is full to bursting.
We have been apart far overlong.
Nothing more frustrating than being torn asunder by the fickle internet....especially when vaguely nervous about my words to you.
I know I shouldn't be. I know our love is clear.
And yet...
I'm taught to write, and to communicate most effectively when my fingers place my soul to a page. But somehow, when I talk to you, it's so hard to find the right words to express how wonderful you are.
I cannot put enough meaning into the words 'I love you'. No matter how deeply I feel it, no matter how intense my heart is. I want to write you books. I want to craft sonnets to your beauty. I want to pen a sestina on the joy I take just by listening to you, and understanding your thoughts. I want to say so many things...and yet I can never find words that seem to fill the void correctly.
I cannot find the right (I originally typoed that 'write'. How our bodies betray...) words to spread across the ether, and reach your eyes, bearing just how deeply you fascinate and revitalize me just by telling me how your day went, or how much I enjoy you leading me through design shops and catalogues to show me the things you've found that day.
I can never express quite how good it feels just to sit down with you and say nothing, just holding each other for a bit.
I want to cook you dinner while you tell me about the book you're reading.
I want to get you a drink of something while you talk about work.
I want to play video games with you, or watch TV, and laugh, or joke, and smile.
I want to hunt through the shops with you because we decide to go on another damnfool crusade for -something-, and it doesn't matter if we find it or not.
I want to draw the blanket up around your body, and tell you a story before we close our eyes.
I want to kiss you on the forehead before I leave in the morning, or be awake so I can help you on your early mornings.
I want to go to a movie and snuggle, and share popcorn, and leave the theatre after the credits and talk about what we think.
I want to sit on your bed and read comic books.
I want to lay on a hill at night, and watch a meteor shower together.
I want to get a blanket and watch fireworks with you.
I want to say so many things to you....I want to do so much.
Why can't I ever tell this to your face? Why can't I find the words when I need them?
Abscence makes the heart grow fonder.
Come back to me, my Beauty. My heart is full to bursting.
We have been apart far overlong.
