Guys, it's Valentine's day soon and I pondered for a little bit: isn't love wonderful?
There was a boy I had a crush on for years. We were friends, and we were both writers. Just before I cut him out of my life, I wrote a novel about how I wished things were - my delusions about events that happened and what would've been - and it's still my most popular novel.
I was in high school, and I used to sing when he played the guitar. I was the only one allowed to to strum it. I think of him everytime I ache to play my violin that broke, missing strumming strings - and everytime I listen to La Vie En Rose.
I loved a boy but we never met in person, his first language was Dutch and he wanted to study as many languages as he could. I started learning because when he got too tired on a call, he spoke almost exclusively Dutch. It's been 2 years, and I still learn Dutch, and added French recently.
I loved a boy I met in church, but my parents never approved. I think of him while reading the book of Psalms, and watch the shows he recommended. We still talk, but I'm scared of becoming vulnerable.
I still look at fanfart of the first show he told me about.
Love really is something beautiful, you don't even realize that you've soaked in the little bits you loved about someone - and that someone out there that loved you, soaked in all the good about you too.
