Here is the dreamer. One who created and played with the pen and the keys of a world soon unmade. She remembers the wind, water, earth and flame. She loved even shadows but knew naught of hate. With a heart too soft and a strength unseen, she loved the world and she lived a dream.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Little Notes

77. Communication is a vital part in keeping a relationship alive. Though we don't text each other every second of every minute of every hour of every day, I know we talk to each other enough throughout the years. Though I know it can get a bit boring at times for you, I find talking to you quite enjoyable. We have differing opinions about certain things, and I find that knowing an opposing view to be quite refreshing when it's not too hostile. It's better than silence I suppose. And your opinions are usually reliable because you apparently know more about the world than I do. It's a sad truth. But never mind me, I'd actually like to talk about communicating by passing notes in class. Remember when every time I'd get my hands on highlighter pencil shavings that I'd write little notes, roll them up and have it passed to you up front the class where you sat. You collected most of them and even wrote little notes of your own. I remember how it usually put a smile on my face even on inopportune times. Then you'd turn your head, you'd wink, and our eyes met, sharing a conspirator-like gleam. That's the kind of effect that you have on me. It was fun, these little things. It's kept things alive and interesting even after years of being together.

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