[▶] for safekeeping.

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no, because
it's in the way I imagine
you standing in the kitchen, making something
while I try to help you with whatever you need
(I can't cook to save my life. you, on the other hand -)
and I think I'd spend everyday cooking with you if you asked me to.
(even if I can't always guarantee I'll crack an egg right 9 times out of 10.)

it's the way I imagine
my mother would love you
because she loves to cook and I'm sure
you'd talk about so many things.

it's the way I imagine
you'd laugh with my eldest brother
because both of you have been through so many of
the same things
he's lived alone overseas. so have you
I just think even though he's 3 years older than you
you'd get along so well.
(you should know he loves me the most out of everyone in the family. heh.)

it's the way I imagine
that however cynical my dad may be
you're so charming he'd welcome you all the same.
(not without embarrassing me first, though, of course...but well)
I think he'd love that you're so well-spoken and intelligent.
(I love that about you too.)

it's the way I imagine
you laughing at me
as I kick you out of my room
because I'm trying to show you a new outfit
but you have to get out first before I can change.
(I don't ever blush. but I feel like with you I just might)

it's the way I imagine
my second eldest brother
talking to you and getting to know you
(he was the first person I told about you, you know.)
and I think he'd look at me and he'd understand, without words
every reason exactly why I fell for you.

it's the way I simply
can't get you off my mind
it's ridiculous how often I think of you
or you pop into my mind to say hello
hell, the way I'm writing so much
after not having written anything in months
speaks more than I ever can out loud about you.

and I feel like my soul is calling to yours and
I wonder if you feel it too.
someday
maybe you'll come visit...?
I think they'd love you.