letters in the box

for when you're alone

First off, you're not alone.

You know how I know that? Because I'm right here. We can be alone together. Lets talk for hours, lets let time pass by, lets loose track of the sun cycle. It's just you and me, you and I, and that's quite alright.

Tell me about your favorite color, why is it your favorite? I mean, sure, you can tell me it's red and you don't know why it's your favorite, but there HAS to be a reason deep deep deeep down inside.

Here, I'll tell you mine, it's brown. AND I'll tell you why...

I have brown eyes. OK, most people hate their brown eyes, because they're "not magical" or it's a "poop-ish color", which may be true, but in all honesty, it isn't true at all. Brown eyes are more magical then you can believe, and again, I'll tell you why.

It's a chocolate-y abyss, for one, I mean how could you not like chocolate?? (I really do apologize if you're someone allergic to chocolate, you're definitely missing out)

Brown is an under-appreciated eye color, but have you ever seen brown eyes in the sun? You don't always notice it at first but you'll see that 'brown' no longer describes them. They melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. They turn into a sunset of their own, and if you don't catch it, you're really missing out on something beautiful.

OK, let's move on...hmm, ok what's your favorite smell? Don't tell me you don't have one, because there's some kind of smell that flutters your nose, and makes you feel all warm & happy. I just know there's something.

Maybe you don't know, but I could give you some examples...how about Mom's homemade brownies ( Or Dad's homemade brownies, maybe he's the baker of the family, I'm not judging), OR it's the smell before rain, or the smell of the salt water from the ocean, or it's your favorite perfume...I know mine is the smell of fresh oranges

What else do I want to know about you?

I want to know everything. Tell me your life story. AND do not leave out ANY details, because how am I suppose to be there for you if I'm left in the dark? You're not alone, remember? I'm here for you, and I care, that's why I ask. So, go on...tell me everything. I'll sit here, my chin in the palm of my hand, focused on anything and everything you want to tell me.