You don't know that as I text you, I hold the latest pillow or toy you gave me. You don't know that when I go to sleep, I hold that heart pillow that may have cost you $5 at Woolworths. You don't know that when I break, its your gifts that make their way into my arms. You don't know that when I cry, I cry with the stuffed toys you've given me. You don't know this, but those gifts that made others scorn you, made my life easier. I only wish I could tell you this. I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me, but I can't even utter I love you without looking down, my cheeks bright red.
So here it is because you'll probably never see it:
I love you. I love you to the ends of the earth and back. I love your hugs, when you bundle me into your arms and hold me there while your friends laugh at us. I love the nervous smile you get when I make eye contact with you from two tables away during lunch. I love your laugh. I love how you make everyone around you smile. I love the quick, shy kisses you give me before I go to class or before we go home. I love that you don't know what you're doing half the time. I love that you care. I love you for your quirks, your personality, the way your eyes light up when you talk about the things you're passionate about. But mostly, I love you for being you.
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RandomA Book Full of The Randomness That is my Life. :P It's full of crap, rants, more crap, and some stuff that really should not be posted anywhere! XD Zahra!
