To Ved
Will you ever feel the same?
My dearest Ved,
I am scared for all I feel for you. It is like a tidal wave of emotions and I don't know how to control them. I only know that I want you and only you. No amount of money, prizes, or acknowldgement can change that. My only fear is that you don't feel the same for me. And that, I fear, would break me. Yet still I wish for you. Every 11:11, every dandelion, every shooting star, every wishing well, will forever be yours. Forever is a funny word, isn't it? How can a mere mortal like myself promise anyone a forever? Yet still I do because it is one of the only hopes I have left.
Ved, even if you don't remember my middle name or my favorite flower, I will always know yours. Don't talk to anyone else in that Google doc. That is ours. And don't you let anyone steal our joke about your Spanish homework.
I will wish for you until forever loses its name, until 11:11 never comes again, until my bones decompose into flowers yet then still I will still watch for shooting stars.
Please feel the same about me.
The flowers bloom in the darkest places of our soul.
Until the universe intertwines with a lonely star,
Gianna
I am scared for all I feel for you. It is like a tidal wave of emotions and I don't know how to control them. I only know that I want you and only you. No amount of money, prizes, or acknowldgement can change that. My only fear is that you don't feel the same for me. And that, I fear, would break me. Yet still I wish for you. Every 11:11, every dandelion, every shooting star, every wishing well, will forever be yours. Forever is a funny word, isn't it? How can a mere mortal like myself promise anyone a forever? Yet still I do because it is one of the only hopes I have left.
Ved, even if you don't remember my middle name or my favorite flower, I will always know yours. Don't talk to anyone else in that Google doc. That is ours. And don't you let anyone steal our joke about your Spanish homework.
I will wish for you until forever loses its name, until 11:11 never comes again, until my bones decompose into flowers yet then still I will still watch for shooting stars.
Please feel the same about me.
The flowers bloom in the darkest places of our soul.
Until the universe intertwines with a lonely star,
Gianna
