Love Stories 7: Describe Her To Me
A friend challenged me to write a story a day for seven days, on love. I’m going to post one a day.
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I….
“Crap crap crap,” I say, screwing the paper up and throwing it into an ever growing pile.
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
When I look…
“Fccccccck.” This paper swiftly follows the last.
I look despairingly at the ceiling.
“Dan, what the hell am I going to do? I can’t finish it. I don’t know what to write. I just.. I just can’t.”
Dan looks at me, always so patient with my moods.
“Describe her to me,” he prompts, “what’s this girl like?”
I think. I connect. I feel her, see her right there before me.
“She’s flexible as a willow tree,” I say, “but moves like the wind.
Her hair is smooth as night and when she smiles at me, the sun dims by compare.”
I think a little more.
“Being with her is like lying in a field of spring flowers at dusk.
She melts my heart and excites me all at the same time.
When she turns around, it’s all I can do not to grab her to me.
All I want to do is touch her, hold her, love her, always.
And her heart?
Oh, her heart…”
I pause again, lost in my reverie.
“She’s the most peaceful, loving, supportive person I’ve ever met.
She’s a goddess, walking the earth.
Her very presence dissolves my fears and calms me completely.
I can’t believe it’s possible someone so deeply beautiful actually exists.”
Dan stares at me softly.
“Dude,” he says quietly, “write that.”
