I wanted to write something beautiful
for you on here before I left. I know you read these posts sometimes. I wanted to tell you, beautifully and eloquent
ly, how much I enjoyed the time
we spent together this summer. I wanted to tell you how much I will miss you, and how much I love
you. I can't though, certianly not in person, and even here not well, not in the way it deserves to be said. My brain has been dead
lately. I don't know why. So, I can't
be eloquent, and I can't be beautiful.
I like your brown eyes
. And your hair that my memory
always wants to tint more red than it really is. I will miss your smile
. I will miss breathing
in when you shift in the seat next to me, just so I can catch the faintest bit of your fragrance
. I love the way you bite
your lower lip sometimes, and the way you press the flat of your hand against your chest every once in a while when you talk. Your voice, I think, I will miss most of all. Hearing you speak and laugh
. The silence
of this digital
world we communicate in now is so miserably pathetic
compared to the sound of your voice.
Anyway, in short:
I love you
I miss you
A note to my fellow noders:
I wouln't have noded this if I didn't think some of you, could relate to it, in some sense or another. I'm not trying to use E2 for personal communication.