I don't know exactly how to describe you with words; you seem so indescribable. You are not boring or vain, or simple or mean. You're colorful, complex, and have a beauty that's all your own. And for the record, you are indefinately much more fascinating than they all give you credit for. You're impossible to forget; and you make me miss the way summertime used to feel with it's lone weightless beezes against my skin and it's exuberant colors that blind me.

You make me smile effortlessly and fill me with the nostalgic feeling of something that I can't quite put my finger on.

You remind me of those old lemonhead candies, but only when they are distinctively sweet. You remind me of rushing outside during a spring shower with a clear umbrella just to stand outside and listen to the raindrops kissing the canopy of plastic above me. You even remind me of hiding beneath the comforter on a bitter cold morning, only so that you may catch the reclusive bit of warmth left before you drag your feet out of bed to get ready for the coming day. You remind me of that sinking warm feeling that sits in your stomach and permeates beneath your skin and lingers at your fingertips and on your breath after taking a long swig of a steaming hot drink, after you have been chased by Old Man Winter's shaky coughing. You remind me of my long childhood days where I would pluck the petals off of crimson and blush roses and rub them between my fingers because they felt so much like soft skin.

You remind me of the epiphany you recieve when you suddenly discover a beat or lyric you've overlooked within a song you have listened to so many times that it lingers upon your rosen lips as you float into silent slumber. You remind me of searching for the first star of the night as the dusk sky descends upon me, only to sink into dismay as I discover that it was just a lone airplane flying late into the night. You remind me of that weightless hollow feeling you feel in the pit of your heart as the elevator begins to shift; that one that clings to the emptiness of your lungs just until the metallic doors slide open once more. You remind me of the singular moment when you step out of the door on a heavy autumn day and pause for a moment as the fall air attempts to coax your voice alongside the somber leaves; but then without warning, the moment is over and you jolt forward promptly to retrieve it before is lost among the remains of merry days long since past.

You remind me of those childhood days when I would break into a sprint towards the sea foam, ignoring the sparkling hot sand that bit at my heels, and jump into the salt water, only to hop back as the waves playfully tried to lick at my toes. You remind me of watching the wistfullness of a plump goldfish dancing alone within a translucent glass bowl as it tries to allure you with it's obsidian eyes and feather like fins to join in the lighthearted frolic, forgetting that you are human and it however, is not.

You remind me of so many things that make me happy.

Like I have said many many times before: I hope I do not bore you with my oddities and antics. I hope that I am not completely uninteresting to you. I hope that I am not the complete opposite of what you created within the confines of your mind; that mental picture and sculpture of who you believed me to be. I hope I am fascinating and mentally-stirring enough for you. And I hope I fit the ideals of the great person you constantly keep telling me that I am.

It is late. And I should retreat to bed.

Goodbye & goodnight.

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