My Queen, you are a walking dream. The joy that the thought of you brings me is enough to lift me off the ground and take me to another place, away from this earth. You deserve better than the best thing this earth can give you. You deserve more than everything I could ever give you, and yet my selfless devotion to you, born out of pure selfishness, tells me I'm the right one for you. Your body and your mind yearn to be protected from the mundane ribaldry and its ineffectual perversions.
When I look at you, every fiber of my body tells me I exist only to admire your pure perfection. You are a carefully constructed collection of everything that is good and beautiful. You exist only to remind me that there is a heaven, and thanks to you I don't have to die to contemplate it.
Perhaps there could be others, I'm glad it's me. I'll thank fate, serendipity, I'll thank absurdity itself, for placing us together, at the same time.
You begin when I stop speaking, I can hear you when I'm silent. Your body is always right next to mine, I can feel you when I stop moving. You were before anything else, you will be after everything else ceases to exist.
I will see you again today, I can wait. The preamble kills me and delights me at the same time, the memory of your voice assails me and leaves me defenseless, your sweet laugh and playful giggles fill me with bliss and then increase my thirst for the sight of you. But I don't need to see you, I almost don't want to. Almost.
I can sense you moving, talking, smiling, laughing, on the same ground my feet are touching at this very moment. It would be a crime to keep you hidden, I want everyone to see you, I want everyone to enjoy you, to love you (almost) as much as I do. I am enamored with you, my Queen, my treasure, my wanderer, my time, my space, my anchor to this earthly plane, my portal to the land of dreams. My Lillie.
Elio opened the door of Kukui's house and went inside, unannounced, uninvited. He had done it many times before, they were close friends. It was a small, modest shack with only the bare necessities, and it was just as warm as it was outside, during the last days of summer. It was quiet and cozy, he was alone in there.
He went up the ladder that led directly into Lillie's room. Elio sensed a change of atmosphere, as if he were entering an entirely different place altogether with just some simple steps. He went over to her desk, her diary and a picture were on it. Elio took the picture with him and sat on her sofa bed. He laid his head down, extended his arm, and held the picture right above him. It showed him, Lillie, and Hau.
There she was, looking just like the Lillie he had dwelling in his mind, which held a complete mastery over his imagination. He stared at her. He remembered the day the picture was taken, they had just eaten some fresh berries. Elio couldn't remember which one was Lillie's favorite, he just remembered that he didn't like it.
He closed his eyes and imagined more of her. Her delicate green eyes, big and round, bright, tender, loving. Her small nose, a delicate curve ending in a whimsically sharp edge which barely surpassed the surface of her face. Her sweet and pliable mouth, capable of the warmest smiles. Her ivory skin, her neatly compact shoulders and gracefully long legs. Her hair. Elio kept his eyes closed, he had just fallen in love.