||[Oct. 2nd, 2006|01:17 pm]
anonymous love letters.
i miss how excited you get to try all of the silly food-stuffs i make.
i miss how when we touch it's electric, or perfect, as you like to put it.
i miss how we'd accidentally catch the same train home; it was like a chance meeting with my soulmate, except we'd get off at the same stop.
you'll hold my hand through my mittens.
and kiss my pink cheeks.
i'll just grin.
and you'll come home.
we'll sleep in and i'll make french toast, with vanilla, while you make espresso, extra foam.
all of our friends will come over, and we'll host friday-afternoon thanksgiving.
i can't wait,
the only one you've ever loved