lovely loves

She's perfectly, redundantly beautiful. She gets all the blues for her eyeball color at once, far ocean and some sky and spring birds and berries and encyclopedia covers and new jeans. Like gels for a theater spotlight layered and layered. She is forever folding into another forever but never fading like a xerox. She makes you think of invincible capes of invisibility and forts and touching a boob for the first time and skylights and the complete Topps set from like 1989, or whenever there was that Billy Ripkin error card that said 'fuckface' on the bat that made you feel like the best mistakes can only be seen by you. She's got hair like threads from stars and she's smarter than you, so much smarter, but it gets your fingers hot and shaking in a good way instead of making you mad.

Go marry her. Marry her today, even if you are 11. Give her a ring made from your shoelace and take her to the fountain by the mall and say you'll grab up every penny at the bottom, that you'll -dive- until you get them all and not care if the fat security guy calls your mom, if you can just have her perfect forever heart as your very own. She loves you. She'll totally say yes. Ask!

fell on 2003-12-10 at 11:43 p.m.

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