“There was a feeling, not sudden, but complete, as though I had been given a small object to hold unseen in my hands. Precious as opal, smooth as jade, weighty as a river stone, more fragile than a bird’s egg. Infinitely still, live as the root of Creation. Not a gift, but a trust. Fiercely to cherish, softly to guard. The words spoke themselves and disappeared into the groined shadows of the roof.”
I can’t wait to be in a relationship and do stupid shit like dance in malls while trying on clothes. Or running out late at night to go get ice cream. Or waking up way too early, her looking absolutely adorable in her sleepy, pouting state, to watch the sunrise. I can’t wait to spend the day at the beach, and put goldfish on her while she naps, so she has fish tans on her body. I can’t wait to go to Disneyland, or watch fireworks on the beach with her on the Fourth of July. I can’t even wait for the fights, and the make ups. I can’t wait to give my all to someone, and though that terrifies me in many ways, I’m ready now. So, to my future girlfriend, take care of yourself. And I guess, I’ll see you soon?