As I sit at the counter, my head of hair wet and my face red from the steam of my supper hitting my face(although most of it's because I was overthinking this and started to cry over my own anxious thoughts), my heart begins to swell with all of the things that you've helped me through.
Like that one time at school when I was upset because, once again, I was overthinking everything, and you wrote me that sweet note that explained how beautiful I was and how happy you were to have met me. Believe it or not, I still have that looseleaf piece of paper filled with your loving words, on my desk in a box, and I look at it when I'm feeling down, reading the comforting words sinking in as I read them over and over, finding myself feeling better.
Or that time when it was late at night and my mind was wandering off to dark corners and you talked with me, telling me how much you loved me, bringing my mind back to the light. I really appreciate that by the way.
You remember the necklace you gave me for Valentine's Day? I still have that, too, and I've never taken it off since the second I put it on.
Or maybe the absolutely stunning(not to mention expensive) bouquet of roses you got me for my birthday, the one with the small teddy bear in it? I still have that said bear sitting on my bed, and I glance at it every night before I go to sleep.
What about your jacket? Do you remember that,too? Along with our matching shmegs, yours red and black and mine in purple and black? Or the sword and posters? And the perfume that you got me for Christmas? I wear it everyday... What about that laptop you gave me and the Huion drawing tablet that's covered in scratch marks because I use it so frequently?
There's a lot more that I can go on about, but I'm quite positive you're getting tired of reading. There's one more thing I want to say just in case you want the blunt explanation:
I love you with all my heart and just glancing at you brightens my day. So, I hope you like this year's Christmas present!
YOU ARE READING
Poem Book or some shit
PoetryThis is a book for all of my poetry...go ahead and interpret it how you want... I won't be explaining the true meanings behind these... if you want, you can discuss it in the comments...
