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.
Love, the boy a few tables away from yours
i'll tell you what the end of the world will be like.
it will be a final moment, both terrible and heartbreaking. absolute chaos. people running as fast as they ever have, cars filling every road and freeway, phone lines backed up trying to process millions of calls, fingers flying over keyboards, thumbs texting like rapid fire, long lines of people trying to cram themselves into subways and airplanes. all of them trying to tell someone else,
"i love you."
it's not the end of the world yet, but don't wait until then to tell them. the worst thing isn't the end of the world. it's what you didn't finish - what you didn't say when you had the chance.
Hi,
I'm trying to figure out where to begin.
I am 67 and have a grand daughter that likes this site. She doesn't believe in love though.
Well, I have been married to my wife since we were eighteen, but really time doesn't matter because what we have is eternal and I discover more things that are beautiful about her everyday.
I like the way her wrists are shaped, her hair is almost nearly askew in her bun, and how she breaths. I just want to feel her heartbeat and laugh at the ridiculous meals she prepares.
We're not perfect. Hell, no relationship is perfect. But, we're a bunch of haphazard pieces that make something so amazing. I would want to be with her everyday, regardless.
Just believe in initiation. Believe in yourself. Believe in the creases that form around the person you love's mouth as they smile.
And thanks, Laurie, for teaching me how to love. You're my forever crush.
-Ray, a grandfather that knows love exists.
beautiful,
whenever you explain something to me, whenever you tell me a story, whenever you talk non-stop for a minute or two, half of my consciousness just watch how your eyes sparkle, how your lips move, and how your cheeks blush.
and the rest of me just plays it cool.
love,
funny the way it is
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S,
I want to know what colour of paint is on your bedroom walls. I want to know whether you cross your legs when you watch your favourite show. I want to know what your fingers would feel like in mine. I want to know what your hair looks like when you wake up in the morning. I want to know what books made you cry. I want to know your favourite architect. I want to know how hard you can hug. But most of all I want to know if you want to know the same things about me.
— N
you,
i like when we sit next to each other and your leg fits perfectly against mine. i like when our feet bump and we don’t apologize. i like this comfort. i like this closeness. i like you.
— me
you,
when you called me last night my heart skipped a beat and my stomach filled with butterflies and when you said hello i could barely keep myself from sighing out loud and when you told me about your day i laughed so hard i almost fell off my bed and when you told me you loved my laugh i smiled so much my cheeks hurt and when we said goodbye i missed you immediately and now there’s nothing i want to do more in the world right now than kiss you.
— me
boy,
i was thinking this summer that maybe we could fall in love. you interested?
— girl
Smart girl,
I want to learn to paint so I can paint for you.
I want to learn to sing so I can sing for you.
I want to learn to write songs so they can be about you.
I want to hold art in my hand and control it just so I can create visual metaphors for your beauty.
For now, I will just write to you. We stare at paintings together in museums to find their meanings, and I wish I knew the meaning of us.
Do you think we’ll ever be in a painting? Do you think I will have painted it? I hope that some day you know this is how I feel. Until then, my brain creates hypothetical songs and watercolors for you.
— Silly boy
Dear Self,
You’re going to be fine.
Sure you’re a little moody, and a little crazy, and a little unsure of everything you want. (Being honest, who isn’t?) But you’re fine.
The answers will come. You will understand what you’re supposed to be doing. You’ll find someone to love. And you’ll figure it out eventually.
You will, and you know it.
In the meantime, keep smiling.
Love,
Self
boy,
A. best friend.
B. crush.
C. girlfriend.
I want to be your “D,” your “all of the above.”
— girl
you,
i don’t know what to say to you.
besides “hi, i like you, and you should like me back.”
— me
S,
sometimes i wonder how great we’d be if either of us had the courage to say something.
— a
dear ___,
i need that if one day the fancy should strike me to jump in my car, drive over to your place, and upon knocking on your door, see your surprised face, kiss you, and then with a smile, leave you standing there with a wave for goodbye, saying over my shoulder: “it’s because i felt like kissing you just now” - i need for you to be OK with that. with me. with this kind of girl, who loves spontaneity and sweet things and is hoping that you will like them too.
— me
T,
I was so distracted thinking about you this morning that I accidentally brushed my teeth with face wash. It was worth it.
— K
boy,
i really hope you think about me as much as i think about you, because i don’t want to be a creeper. also, it would really make me smile.
— girl
Everyone,
If they say no, you end up alone. If you say nothing, you end up alone. What have you got to lose?
— anonymous
homeboy,
you sorta have my heart. promise you’ll keep it safe? i like you more than breathing … and i like breathing a whole lot.
— homegirl
to That One,
You are cordially invited to my nap.
Location: my bed
Time: right now
My secret wish: that I’ll wake up next to you
— this one
boy on the subway,
I hope you don’t give everyone that smile. Even if you do, I will continue to believe it was just for me.
— anonymous
you,
I only allow you to mess up my hair because I like you. I only allow you to steal my french fries because I like you. I only allow you to make fun of me because I like you.
I like you. Too, too much.
Let’s cut paper snowflakes and play Jenga all night forever.
— me
pants,
i think i fell for you, and in case of a zombie attack, i hope i’m near you, and i hope it brings us close, and i hope we have to repopulate the earth just you and me. and i hope you’re up for it.
— anonymous
bret easton ellis,
just you being there, hugging me, listening to my deepest secret and not judging me meant the world. i love you more than anything. even though you’re the laziest person i know and sometimes i really want to punch you.
— chuck palahniuk
