Alexa, 19. From Packers-ville, WI. Lover of tattoos, bread, books, and big plans. Athletic and introspective to a fault, this blog makes room for the words and places I wish I knew how to arrive at.
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"She told me that my eyes are the color of chocolate…"
I wanted the last letter I sent you to be just that, my last ever letter to you. Because with every fiber of my being I want to be able to introduce you as my friend and not want to say something else entirely. I want to be able to see you with her and truly mean it when I say that I’m happy for you. I want my stomach to stay in place as she puts her hands around your waist and you laugh despite your annoyance at the day or at whoever had the audacity to make you feel small.
But I don’t think I can.
Because something, something intangible and unconscious and so incredibly beautiful comes alive in my body and in my mind when I see you. I relax even as my heart begins to beat too quickly, and I smile even though we live in what has become a polar vortex and are studying for futures neither of us are fully prepared for. And no matter how much I want to beat that feeling down and shut it off and smile when she says that she loves you, I can’t find it in myself to hate something that makes me feel so wholly and so shockingly alive.
She told you that your eyes are the color of chocolate. But they are so much more than that my darling girl, and I wish that I could tell you why.