Letter Number Twenty-Seven

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12/30/10

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

Hey there Handsome, (:

I just want to start off by saying that this font, waiting for the sunrise, is total cuteness. (: But, then again, this will look totally normal in your book, so you can’t appreciate this like I can. This picture really kind of reminds me of us, or moreso what I hope we will be or look like, or however you would like to phrase this whole ordeal. Some people say that I can be somewhat dramatic, so I’m totally trying to mellow out for you. I don’t want you to have to be with a drama queen. (; You know what I want to see? I want to wake up to see what your hair looks like in the morning, or to see whether or not your mouth is open, or if you drool in your sleep.

I want to get to know you Av. Problems and all. And I hope like giant jellybeans that you don’t mind me calling you Av. It was the name of a story character, a character that I hope is a lot like you in a lot of ways. But then again, I hope is nothing like you in a lot of ways. I want to get to know you in your truest form, sweetie. Even the rough stuff. I want to know your problems. I want to know all the things that you think is so darn horrible about yourself. The things you think make you weird beyond belief. Because trust me darling, those will probably be one of the things that I love most about you. I hate the way my hair curls, or straightens the complete wrong way. I hate the way I wake up in a complete grouch mood. I hate how long it takes me to get going in the mornings. I hate how long I tend to spend fretting. I hate a lot of things about myself right now. Like my weight. But, as of now, I plan on changing that. My motivation?

YOU(: our wedding, that wonderful dress that I’ve already picked out. (: I know I don’t have to drop 100 pounds for you to love me, but it is something that I want to do for you.

I hope that you don’t mind me not wanting to wear white. I hope that you understand why I have come to this decision in my life, but I want you to be a part of it too, so I promise not to make any permanent decisions until you are here to argue your side (:

New year’s is only hours away, and I will probably be here at this computer tomorrow at the same time (5am) writing out my resolutions. (: I can’t wait to get started. (: I can’t wait to get my life on the right track.

Want to know something Av?

I love you.

I love you so darn much.

I want to know what it’s like to melt under your smile.

And to see you holding our babies. (:

I can’t wait to start my life with you Avvian.

p.s. there’s 20 days until my birthday.

I’m wishing for you.