of storms and love and matters of consequence
were having the most wonderful storm right now. i wish you could all see it. and sorry cause i know you all hate when i type as i think.
the sky lights up a most beautiful and indescribable purple, quick and excited slashes of white cutting through the air. and the rain just pours down, like a deluge of tears from the saddest of angels. an inky night sky brought to life by a flood of emotions. and the thunder claps, leaving my ears ringing and i remember how you laughed when i was playing with the bubble wrap and decided it would be okay to pop it right by my ear, even though it really wasnt and i whined about it for the longest time. and i think of all my tears youve stopped, and all the ones youve yet to wipe away and i just get caught up in it all. the love of it, and oh, my god. peals of laughter and peals of thunder. lights in the sky and lights in those wonderful blue eyes. and everything so beautiful. a flash and on the back of my eyelids, i see us lying in bed with the lights off and the windows open, just watching and listening in our perfect silence. and the lightning fades and drifts further away and i grab you by the hand and lead you out of doors to play in the rain. to play, and to splash, and to love. to laugh and to smile. such a perfect dream and an even more perfect reality. and i simply cannot wait and im driving myself crazy as the days go by. and im hoping the weather will be nice, but im hoping it rains, so we can do this every day. and i still think ill just stay hiding under the bed and make friends with the dust bunnies and name them all individually, until enough time has passed that i can come out from hiding and ill ask you if we can keep them with such child-like innocence that you cant help but say yes. and youll be thinking that sometimes, i can be such a little girl. and yes, i can. i sit here, sleep evading me, and i wish for nothing more than to be held tight in your arms, as youd hold a lover, lying close and being reminded how beautiful the world is. and and smile softly to myself because as much as i look forward to everything, im still particularly excited about sharing my favourite book with you. and all my days are sweeter because i know ill soon be with you, as i should. and this is a matter of great consequence.
the sky lights up a most beautiful and indescribable purple, quick and excited slashes of white cutting through the air. and the rain just pours down, like a deluge of tears from the saddest of angels. an inky night sky brought to life by a flood of emotions. and the thunder claps, leaving my ears ringing and i remember how you laughed when i was playing with the bubble wrap and decided it would be okay to pop it right by my ear, even though it really wasnt and i whined about it for the longest time. and i think of all my tears youve stopped, and all the ones youve yet to wipe away and i just get caught up in it all. the love of it, and oh, my god. peals of laughter and peals of thunder. lights in the sky and lights in those wonderful blue eyes. and everything so beautiful. a flash and on the back of my eyelids, i see us lying in bed with the lights off and the windows open, just watching and listening in our perfect silence. and the lightning fades and drifts further away and i grab you by the hand and lead you out of doors to play in the rain. to play, and to splash, and to love. to laugh and to smile. such a perfect dream and an even more perfect reality. and i simply cannot wait and im driving myself crazy as the days go by. and im hoping the weather will be nice, but im hoping it rains, so we can do this every day. and i still think ill just stay hiding under the bed and make friends with the dust bunnies and name them all individually, until enough time has passed that i can come out from hiding and ill ask you if we can keep them with such child-like innocence that you cant help but say yes. and youll be thinking that sometimes, i can be such a little girl. and yes, i can. i sit here, sleep evading me, and i wish for nothing more than to be held tight in your arms, as youd hold a lover, lying close and being reminded how beautiful the world is. and and smile softly to myself because as much as i look forward to everything, im still particularly excited about sharing my favourite book with you. and all my days are sweeter because i know ill soon be with you, as i should. and this is a matter of great consequence.