I want to get lost in your eyes, catch a foul ball at Dodgers Stadium, get Pink’s hot dogs at 2 AM driving with the windows down screaming the latest pop song at the top of our lungs down Sunset Blvd. I want to walk along the beach at 6 AM with the morning fog layer chasing us from above, I want to take a pottery class together somewhere obscure, in the middle of a huge forest, in one of those log cabins that I thought only existed in Abraham Lincoln’s time. I want to go furniture shopping, make the perfect chocolate brownies from scratch, play Jeopardy and see who gets the most answers correct. I want to take a bath in peach rose petals, test drive an Aston Martin, donate enough money so I can have one of those signs along Highway 395 that say “this portion of the freeway belongs to Erika Shao” or however the correct way they put it. I want to play tennis on grass just to know what it feels like, go paragliding in Hawaii, eat a perfectly seared blowfish in Japan. I want to know that the hand that is holding mine is steadfast and true, feel your heartbeat even through the phone when we’re 3,000 miles away, and fall asleep with you in a field of dandelions in the middle of the afternoon.
You will know that I hate snakes, fear them, detest them, wish everyone of them in the world would perish. You will know that it doesn’t work when you say, “Erika, you have too many pairs of shoes” because a girl can never have too many Charles David’s, BCBG’s, or even Pumas in every color. You will know that I like hot showers, yellow kiwis, and cute little notes left in my purse randomly. You will know that I am terribly indecisive and when I simply cannot make a decision, you’ll make one for me, for us, for the sake of finally appeasing me. You will know my love for raw oysters, medium rare steaks, and espresso in the morning and evenings. You will know that the only chocolate I like is that which is melted over strawberries or in the form of fondue. You will know that I am sensitive, a packrat, and scared to death of my future. You will know my strengths and weaknesses, my dreams of watching a fashion show in Milan, and my habit of drinking too much water before I sleep, so much that I have to keep getting up and going to the bathroom five times before actually sleeping. You will know that I like my face to be caressed when we kiss, and that the most sensitive part of my body is the back of my neck.
And you will know that I completely adore you, because I’ll throw tantrums when you have to leave when I don’t want you to, and I’ll spend hours searching for the perfect carving knife because I know your obsession with them.
And I will love you, so much, into the depths of my heart, piercing the inner workings of my soul, so much that it hurts. And you will love me back, unconditionally, for every flaw that you hate, for every wrong thing that comes out of my mouth, and for who I am, who I was, and who I hope to be.
You will know that I hate snakes, fear them, detest them, wish everyone of them in the world would perish. You will know that it doesn’t work when you say, “Erika, you have too many pairs of shoes” because a girl can never have too many Charles David’s, BCBG’s, or even Pumas in every color. You will know that I like hot showers, yellow kiwis, and cute little notes left in my purse randomly. You will know that I am terribly indecisive and when I simply cannot make a decision, you’ll make one for me, for us, for the sake of finally appeasing me. You will know my love for raw oysters, medium rare steaks, and espresso in the morning and evenings. You will know that the only chocolate I like is that which is melted over strawberries or in the form of fondue. You will know that I am sensitive, a packrat, and scared to death of my future. You will know my strengths and weaknesses, my dreams of watching a fashion show in Milan, and my habit of drinking too much water before I sleep, so much that I have to keep getting up and going to the bathroom five times before actually sleeping. You will know that I like my face to be caressed when we kiss, and that the most sensitive part of my body is the back of my neck.
And you will know that I completely adore you, because I’ll throw tantrums when you have to leave when I don’t want you to, and I’ll spend hours searching for the perfect carving knife because I know your obsession with them.
And I will love you, so much, into the depths of my heart, piercing the inner workings of my soul, so much that it hurts. And you will love me back, unconditionally, for every flaw that you hate, for every wrong thing that comes out of my mouth, and for who I am, who I was, and who I hope to be.
1 Comments:
they have yellow kiwis in america? hahaha that sounded so fobby! i love this post! i like the one about your friend jennifer too--you're such a great writer! hehe and dammit i want those damned pumas we've been talking about (you know the extra light ones that feel like gloves on your feet!) (ps it's amy)
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