Monday, September 08, 2003
I coped this off dear Debbie's blog. I wish i was as eloquent as this, wish i could spout simple yet strikingly wonderful words of emotion when im with her, but somehow i fall short. So this is what i really wanted to say:
Harry: Well how does it work?
Sally: I don't know but not this way.
Harry: Well how about this way. I love that you get cold when it's seventy one degrees out, I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich, I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts, I love that after I spend a day with you I can still smell your perfume on my clothes and I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Years Eve. I came here tonight because when you realise you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of the life to start as soon as possible.
Sally: You see, that is just like you Harry. You say things like that and you make it impossible for me to hate you. And I hate you Harry... I really hate you. I hate you.
- from when harry met sally
Wow, is it even possible to talk to someone (even if it IS her) to be so overcome by emotion and to say something like that spontaneously without (and this is the tricky part) feeling all corny and mushy-fied?
Here's what I love: I love it that you're still willing to be with me despite all my imperfections, even though i'm not the "harry" that i want to be.
Oh screw being afraid of being corny/unoriginal. What else?
I love the way your voice changes with your mood, from the high soprano squeeks of indignation, to the low smooth vanilla coke soothings which only my soul can hear. I love how i hate to leave you at night and how i count down the hours till i see you again. I love how you charm my words right out of my mouth when you speak, rendering me speechless with just an insufficent "hmm." which crawls pathetically out and dribbles away.
i'll stop. Have a feeling you're all getting goose pimples by now.
Walking on clouds can be lonely too, but its a lovely kind of lonely, cause i know it'll be gone in a few hours.
he rocked the party at 10:50 AM |
