At first, Liesel could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.
the book thief- markus zusak

Friday, November 5, 2010

Letter Number Seventeen

{photocredit: unknown}
November 5, 2010
My darling,

This is not a wholehearted letter because, I want to tell you things later, well I’m working on a special letter. One that may take a couple of days to finish. And I’m really excited about that.. It’s just that I wanted to tell you that I want to go driving with you. :)


I don’t want to go anywhere in particular, well haha that’s a lie. :) we all know that we’re heading to the ocean :) But I want to hold your hand as we drive. I want to play silly things, I want to sing with you, and talk with you, and drive through finger-painted sunsets with you.

I don’t think you realize how much I just want to be with you, be around you, be doing things with you. Not because you’re cool or anything like that, but simply because I adore your company. I adore the fact that we’re made in the image of God Almighty and destined for each other.


:) And I just wanted to write you a little letter saying that at the end of this sentence, your letter is now 15,056 words and counting.

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