I look at you. You are beautiful. You are funny. Graceful and charming. Your clothes are dazzling under the flashlights. You joke with your co-stars. You are so awesome.
You talk about your perfect man. How he should be smart and funny and caring. There is wistfulness in your voice when you talk of how you like listening to the sound of rain in the morning from your bed. I totally agree, that is the most beautiful sound. I have listened to it many times, ruminating on the mysteries of life. I am philosophical but I enjoy Lewis Black as well.
I hear you talking about your favorite books. You say Nicholas Sparks makes you cry. I agree, I wipe my tears in solitude when I think of his books.
You are nominated for an Oscar for a moving performance as a cancer patient. You say you are moved by the pain of the patients you visited. I hear you, my grandmother had throat cancer. I saw her suffer the last few months and every single moment was rough on all of the family.
You love gardening. Totally random co-incidence here. I have one pot of daisies that grew from a packet of seeds I found on the road. How weird is that!
I know we will have a lovely life together. We will have no dearth of topics to talk about. Even our silence will be companionable. Our kids will be beautiful like you, maybe goofy like me. We will grow old together and breathe our last with the assurance that we will miss each other.
Ours is the greatest love story.
But you don't know it yet. You don't know me yet, neither will you. But, ours could be the greatest love story..
You talk about your perfect man. How he should be smart and funny and caring. There is wistfulness in your voice when you talk of how you like listening to the sound of rain in the morning from your bed. I totally agree, that is the most beautiful sound. I have listened to it many times, ruminating on the mysteries of life. I am philosophical but I enjoy Lewis Black as well.
I hear you talking about your favorite books. You say Nicholas Sparks makes you cry. I agree, I wipe my tears in solitude when I think of his books.
You are nominated for an Oscar for a moving performance as a cancer patient. You say you are moved by the pain of the patients you visited. I hear you, my grandmother had throat cancer. I saw her suffer the last few months and every single moment was rough on all of the family.
You love gardening. Totally random co-incidence here. I have one pot of daisies that grew from a packet of seeds I found on the road. How weird is that!
I know we will have a lovely life together. We will have no dearth of topics to talk about. Even our silence will be companionable. Our kids will be beautiful like you, maybe goofy like me. We will grow old together and breathe our last with the assurance that we will miss each other.
Ours is the greatest love story.
But you don't know it yet. You don't know me yet, neither will you. But, ours could be the greatest love story..
