This is what I wrote the other day in class, when I saw the cards. It isn't for anyone in particular; I mean, how could it be? I have no one.
But I wrote it anyway because it was too hard to keep my emotions sealed so tight during that class. And maybe someday, I can give this to someone.
52 Things I Would Love About You (if I had you)
1. Your eyes. Yeah, I know it's super cliche and all, but it's true. Eyes are the most beautiful things about a person to me. I mean, anyone can potentially be attractive when they're wearing sunglasses, but as soon as they take them off its the moment of truth. The eyes make them or break them. So, I would love your eyes, would have to. Or else I probably wouldn't have fallen for you in the first place. Shallow huh? You're right. I don't deserve to be so choosy.
2. Your laugh. Again, cliche. I know. Sorry. But it's important. I mean, if I had you, I'd hope I'd make you laugh. Like really, really hard. So hard you can't breathe and your gut feels like it's gonna burst. And everyone around us would stare as if we were too circus freaks who'd been separated from the rest of the carneys. Your laugh would be so loud and happy and cute, I'd hope. I wouldn't care if you snorted occasionally. I'd just want to hear your wonderful laugh, everyday. And I'd want to laugh with you, till we'd lose our voices. Everything would be ok. It wouldn't matter if we looked like loony carneys, it wouldn't matter who judged us because we'd be together, and that'd cancel out everything else. I'm tired of laughing alone.
3. Your smile. Sorry. Ok, I promise this is the last overused cliche one. But yeah. I'd hope your smile would put the sun, glaring white hospital lights, and the stars all to shame. And I hope you'd flash it at me around five hundred times a day because I'd make you that happy. I really wonder what it's like to make someone happy, truly insanely happy, for more than a snippet of time. I hope you can show me what that's like, whoever you will be. I really do.
4. Your touch. I hope it's gentle. I hope it's kind. I hope you won't use me. I hope you won't hurt me. I never want to feel a stinging pain from your touch, I only want to feel love. I don't want to be manipulated, by your touch. Though the thought of it terrifies me, I want you to touch me, someday, but for once, I want it to feel okay.
5. Your kiss. Please make it sweet. Make it soft, make it slow. Make it everything a glamorous pop princess sings about. If its just like that, sweet, slow, soft, and irresistible, I will love it. I'll want it. And maybe, I won't be afraid of where it'll take us. After all, it'll only be a kiss. It's only a kiss.
6. Your mind. I hope it thinks kind thoughts. I hope its logic is twisted in a way that's different and unique and just so you, whoever you'll be. I hope it's smart, yet down to earth. I hope it's full of songs I know and jokes I'll love. I hope it'll think about me day in and day out, not just when I'm there beside you. And most of all, I hope it will allow you to miss me when I'm gone.
7. Your humor. To me, the first feeling in the world is the one you get when you tell a joke or make a funny comment and it's dead silent after and not even crickets are chirping. Most of the time it's not because the person doesn't get your joke, it's because they don't get your humor. So I need you to have a sense of humor I'm on par with. One I totally and utterly get without a doubt. I can't fall in love with you if I'm not in love with your sense of humor.
8. Your hugs. I need them to be firm, but not too tight. I need to feel like I can be in your arms forever. I want to never want to let go. I want to feel like I cannot go more than a day without a hug from you, as if your hugs give me a jolt of energy like nothing else does. Maybe give me some kind of high even. They need to be soft, not bony. I need to feel like there's enough of you to hug, yet not too much that I feel overwhelmed or suffocated. Your arms, I hope they're strong. I hope you will be there to hug me, to hold me, when I need it most, and for as long as I could possibly stand.
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How to Love Claire Mason
Teen FictionThe walls were red. His room was dark. Her heart was pounding. His voice was soft. But she said stop. She was recovered. She was healthy. She was desired. Just like she wanted. Until she broke.