Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
For my friend Sarah,
and anyone else who has had these troubles.
Silence and Salacity
Prologue
No Recipient
It's hard for me to say these things in person. It's hard enough for me to write them out. Yet, even though your words are simply etched markings of a dulled stone, why do they make me feel this way? I ask myself this everyday, and I've come to a point where I'm in denial, and I know it, but I'm in denial of knowing that I am in denial.
I want to ask you if words like these are better written out or to be said face to face, but I'm too afraid to bring it up. Maybe I'll write it to you later.
Do you think if someone wrote so many words to someone else that they would run out of words to say in person? I hope not, because I want to say as many words aloud as I can to you. But do you think it's possible that if someone wrote so much, even more so than can be said in person and with so much intention that someday those words would actually come true? I don't know, but sometimes I wonder what it would be like if some of those words we write about became reality. I wonder if we would be happy, and if other people are thinking the same thing and whether or not they would be happy.
I know you probably don't think about these things, especially with me in mind, but I want to know out of all the words you've written to me so far, which one is your favorite? If I had to choose, I'd choose a word that is really meaningful. One that can be interpreted in so many good ways. One that fills the gap with lively light and beautiful aromas of flowering bliss that warms the body to a tingle. That's why if I had to choose, I'd say my favorite word you've written to me so far is blossom.
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