All I Know
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Rating: T
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"All I know is that it is you I want to see waiting for me at the altar,
it is you I want holding my hand in the delivery room,
and it is you I want to spend the rest of my life with."
Unknown.
College applications. College essays. Worthless; both are worthless. How can I explain me in a few pieces of paper? How can I explain what I want, what I hope to achieve, what I hope to learn, what I know? And in five hundred words. How can anyone? Sure, I've got accomplishments; I've got a list of accomplishments, but how does volunteering at an animal shelter tell anyone anything. I know, it's supposed to tell you, the dean of admissions, about my personality, that I'm interested in animals. But that's just it, these days, those things tell you nothing. It's common knowledge that colleges like to see community service on a transcript, that they take it into serious consideration when accepting or rejecting a student. So how do you know I do this? Really know? What does anyone know?
What do I know?
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing… except…
The feeling of the smile on my face as his spreads serenely across his.
The feeling of laughter echoing against my skin, caressing me warmly.
The feeling of my heart beating faster and slower at the same time.
The feeling of his arms embracing me as I float.
The feeling his lips pressed passionately, yet ever so softly to mine, just because.
The feeling of soft skin rubbing tenderly against me.
The feeling of disappearing into a world where only me and him exist.
The feeling of shivers down my spine as his hand gently tucks my hair back.
The feeling of comfort when his hand delicately bandages my every wound.
The absolute feeling of love I have for him.
And now all I know is clear.
All I know is that it is you I want to see waiting for me at the altar, it is you I want holding my hand in the delivery room, and it is you I want to spend the rest of my life with.
And although it says nothing about me, I think it also says everything. No, this is not the college essay that you want to see, so I won't show it to you, but maybe, eventually, to the you who needs to see this the most. This truth, this realization, has nothing to do with you, but everything to do with me. This is the only thing I'm certain about, the only future I can solidly envision in my mind. A future of me and you.
I guess this may be a bit confusing to others besides me, but I wanted to write this as if it was written in a hurry. That the words just kept spilling out because there is something she wants, needs, to say. And I hope you know exactly who she is going to give this to. In any order, thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it! Any reviews would be greatly appreciated… I do admit that I love getting them. :)