What's the most beautiful thing on the planet? That's actually an intense question. The earth is packed full of exquisite beauty. How can someone possibly narrow it down to one thing?
Mountain ranges. Forests. Beaches. Jungles. Savannahs. Deserts. Oceans. Clouds. Sea creatures. Birds. Land animals. There is an endless list of things contained on this planet that hold incredible beauty, but only one stands above them. Only one puts them all to shame.
You.
The look on your face when I promise not to text you is priceless. A mix of shock and sorrow. My heart leaps in it's cage. I take the promise back and the relief in your eyes is astounding.
You blow me away.
A chill runs down my spine. You are almost too beautiful for me to handle. My heart leaps at the sight of you. Your smile is so bright. I see teeth from ear to ear as I walk up to your car. You get out and jump towards me, arms open wide. I reach you and we embrace. You hold me as tight as you can. I squeeze right back. We say things to each other in that moment but I don't remember what. And it really doesn't matter. Once I have you in my arms, once you have me in yours, everything feels right. There is a smile on my face that couldn't go away if I tried.
Your voice and your laugh are all I hear. Your eyes are all I see. You skin, your body is all I feel. I take you in. You instill a longing in me. A longing to simply hold you. Hold you until time itself falls away into nothing. Simply being here with you is enough to make every problem, every bit of stress just disappear. I could stay here with you forever.
But life must go on. We pull away and say our goodbyes. Parting is such sweet sorrow, of course. But as I walk away, smile still permanently stapled to my face, I can't help but remember that absence makes the heart grow fonder.
I think it's impossible for this heart to grow any more fond of you, my darling.
Take two bikes. Mix well with a nice trail. Stir in you and me and bake under the sun for three hours. Optional: drizzle on top a shady spot hidden in the trees and a blanket in the grass. Leaves an excellent aftertaste.
"What would you like to do?"
Never has such a simple question carried so much potential, so much freedom. With a full tank of gas and an entire day to ourselves, we set out to... Well, it didn't matter what we did. We were going to spend time together and that's what we really wanted to do.
Lake. Sun. Grass. Blanket. You. I had it all. As I lay there staring into the sky, my head resting on your stomach, your hand playing with my hair, I remembered what it felt like to be happy. Weeks had gone by without your touch, without your laugh, without the you I had come to love. But there you were. Right there on that blanket with me. Nothing could have ruined that moment.
And there was something more, too. For once, we had no clock ticking above our heads. No quickly approaching curfew. No time to be home with the car. Just us. We could lay there until we decided to move. IF we decided to move. I would be happy if we were still there, lying beneath the sun, happy just to be.
I think a part of me is still there. Still resting my head on your stomach, staring into the sky. A part of me still feels your hand on my face, in my hair. That's how I want us to be. Carefree and happy. Content in just being together.
Here's to finding more grass on which to lay our blanket.
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Do you know what reminds me of you? A lot of things, actually. But one thing in particular caught my attention today as I was driving. The clouds remind me of you. Yes. The clouds. You know why.
But it really made me think. I wish I could fly. I wish I could soar through the sky like a bird. I wish so I could pick you up and soar with you. Higher and higher, until we rise above the clouds and see them as the sun sees them. I wish you could see the beauty of them, just as I see the beauty of you.
The sky. It sits there, an ever present reminder of you, and yet, it pales in comparison. When I see you, the sky may as well not exist, for your beauty can never be matched.
I remember you walking in that day. It was cold outside and you were bundled up in your long black jacket and one of your many scarves. You looked stunning. We talked for a couple minutes before you left to start your work and I continued mine.
At the end of the day, I probably stared at that phone on the wall for a good six minutes before I found the courage to pick it up and call your extension.
Your voice. My heart jumped. Inside I was panicking, but somehow, outside I was calm and collected.
I did it. I asked you for your number. And you gave it! That astounded me. I got to the car and sent you a text so you'd have my number. We exchanged a couple joke texts before you went back to work and I went home to sleep.
Later that day, after I had slept, my phone rang. It was you. Our of the blue, and for no reason except to chat. I was soaring through the clouds. Talk about being blown away. You got my number and you sent me a text? You started the conversation? No girl has ever done that. Not with me. Not ever.
I was definitely smiling like a doofus that day.
You say you want to meet a guy like in the movies? Blow him away as soon as you meet him? Make him think about you day and night? Turn him into a blithering idiot when you're on his mind?
Well, scratch that off your bucket list. It already happened.
