His socks are warm, cozy. I am in them now. He has big feet. Amazingly enough, Converse fit him very well. I find it so cute, too, how he wears his shoes. One lace is pink. He has a certain fondness for that color.
Like the color of the human heart... or a rose. For Valentine's Day, I received a white rose. It is my favorite flower, as well as Rose being my middle name. Along with it came poems upon red sheets of folded paper cranes. Amongst these were the words 'I Love You' written in every which way.
Put simply, my heart took flight. To a more extensive articulacy, my lips formed an irrevocable upturned curvature, my arms, like wings, bringing in a neck to rapture. I could feel our hearts beat in perfect synchronization.
My first taste of love in a way such as this, and I must say, it is a delicacy. That does not mean I am not wary, or...
Perhaps it does. As I said, I'm pretty hopeless.
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On top of it being Valentine's Day AND the Chinese New Year(Tiger, by the way. Rawr.) it's President's Day weekend.I'm sick. As in, the-temporary-goddamn-flu-but-I-can't-snowboard-so-fuck-it-all. So instead of being out in the snow, aHem, I've been at home this weekend. Four day weekend, mind you. Yes, I am in highschool.
I am saddened by this illness, seeing as it has caused me great weariness. Yawn. I sneeze in the face of slumber, before it overtakes me.
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