|
By JD Date: 2005 Aug 17 Comment on this Work [[2005.08.17.00.12.18531]] |
|
Dear Love, You're sneaky. Do you realize who you made me fall for? This man, who I'm deliriously in love with, gives me more than butterflies. He gives me wings. Wings! Isn't that concept completely ludicrous coming from a girl who is deathly afraid of anything with feathers? Yet when I am near him, or even when I think of him, I feel like I'm far off the ground. Not even David Blaine could pull this one off. Now, I'm going to try to describe him to you but this letter will do no justice. I'm in love with a man who eats my concoctions and has enough intelligence to say that I am a great cook. I'm in love with a man who can recite lines from Zoolander one moment then talk about Dragon wave radios in the next instant (whatever that is). I'm in love with a man who listens to my horrid singing and merely pats my hand. I can almost hear him say, "There. There. God can't give us everything." And when I'm being annoying, he thinks I'm cute. When I complain, he still thinks I'm cute. When I'm a boorish pig, he thinks I'm even cuter. Love, you're so sneaky. Anyway, I just wanted to say thanks. I don't know what I did to you or how much I'll owe you in the future, but you've really picked a good man this time. Thanks again. JD |