thank you for holding me at my weakest. thank you for being there for me. thank you for telling me that things will be okay. thank you for believing in me when i didnt believe in myself. thank you for your support. thank you for sharing with me. thank you for making me smile and laugh until my stomach hurts. thank you for helping me. thank you for listening to me. thank you for staying with me even when im acting childish. thank you for calling me out. thank you for not being scared. thank you for the conversations we have. thank you for the energy. thank you for the love. thank you for showing me that part of your life that you dont share with anyone. thank you for being my best friend.
I suck at displaying my emotions with you. I do. And I hate it.
You know when you have a really really great dream, and you’re super happy, and then you kinda wake up halfway, and drift back off to sleep, hoping to keep the dream? You know the feeling when you get that awesome dream back immediately and continue with it? Yeah. That feeling.
When you have to take a walk, run or bike ride somewhere and the sun is shining, and it’s warm, but not too hot, and the grass is really green and the bees are buzzing? That happiness.
When it’s a cool night, and there is a huge storm brewing outside, and thunder clangs, and you snuggle deep down in the warm covers? That safeness.
When you’re in a crowded place, and you smile at a little kid, and their face lights up and they get a huge grin? THAT.
That is how you make me feel.
To the girl at the table near the back of the library -
I almost asked you what was wrong the first time I saw you crying. Then I saw the book you were reading, and realized that you were crying because of it. And I was interested, because I’d never read anything that moved me that much.
I checked out the book you were reading, and guess what? I cried - just a little - too. That’s how it started. Every time I go to the library, you’re almost always there, usually with a completely new book. Sometimes you smile, or laugh out loud, or cry again, and when you do, I check out the book you’re reading.
That was it, really, until I realized how gorgeous you are. You’re not pretty in the normal kind of way, but god, when you smile, it lights up your face in the best way.
I wish you’d notice me, sitting a few tables away from you, reading the book you were reading a few days ago. I wish you’d smile at me. I don’t have the guts to talk to you. I’m afraid you won’t be anything at all like I imagine.
One of these days, I’ll work up the courage and I’ll ask you about what you’re reading. And maybe you’ll smile that gorgeous smile and tell me all about it, and then we’ll talk about all the books we’ve read. But until then, thank you for the book recommendations. I love them.