Thirteen Reasons Why I Love You
By H.R.C. Stanley
The Letter
Dear Hannah, there are thirteen reasons why I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you.
One, your brains. Sometimes you might say the dumbest things I've ever heard. but that's what makes you the smartest girl I've ever seen. Sometimes, the most intelligent person don't need to show off how smart they are, but rather pretend to be dumb. They dare to be stupid.
Two, your eyes. Guardian eyes as blue as the sky and oceans. Sometimes I may even dream about swimming or flying in your eyes and they stare up at me. Whenever you look at me with those glittering eyes, I feel my heart burst, as if my body is a cage filled with fluttering canaries and butterflies.
Three, your hair. It never mattered to me how long or short your hair may be, as long as they keep that cute and naturally curly brunette texture. Something I believe I or anyone can never perfectly replicate, even with good enough reason.
Four, your lips. I'll be honest with you, your lips never really needed lipstick to show your beauty. Any lipstick you may choose are only a superfluous reminder of how smooth and kissable your lips are, especially whenever you smile.
Five, your skin. The way your pale skin tones shimmer against either artificial light or natural sunlight is often enough to catch my eyes and never let go again. The it feels against my fingers, lips, and tongue is as warm and smooth as beach sand, if not more so.
Six, your voice. Specifically, your accent, which I found rather unique, at least when compared to the other girls in class. I never was able to put a finger on it at first hearing. But the more I heard the dialect tones of your voice, I wondered if you were Australian, or had at least some ancestry there.
Seven, your breath. The hush shuddering gasps that manage to escape your parting lips are easily spotted by keen ears, my keen ears. At night, I recall those sounds in my head when I sleep softly. I picture you sleeping next to me, wrapped gently in my arms.
Eight, your scent. Just by being near you, I'm able to catch the sweet fragrance of honey and mint. I don't know if it's whatever your clothes were washed in, or some special kind of deodorant, or something you were born with. But I think, sometimes, something like that are better left a mystery for the fun of intrigue.
Nine, your clothes. No matter what clothes you may choose to wear any day, they're an extra benefactor to your unparalleled beauty. Especially if ever you dress more, shall I say, tomboyish. Your denim jacket, patterned scarf, blossoming skirt, and black jeans are among the first to spring to my mind whenever I think about you.
Ten, your heart. Whenever I'm close to you, I could hear and feel it beating, slowly yet remaining in rhythm. Compared to mine, which beats the more fast, the more near I am to you. However, your heart doesn't just pump blood, it also pumps your emotions, your feelings. Mine does the very same too.
Eleven, your touch. Feeling the bare and exposed parts of your cheeks, neck, and body, send signals from my fingertips, through my nerves, and into my brain. Positive signals that remind me of how smooth and perfect your skin alone is.
Twelve, your taste. When I let my tongue roam across your body, to observe and lick, I catch the flavour of pure vanilla, and that's more than enough to satisfy me, at first. Reaching down to your most sensitive areas is when things become more addictive, and the sweetness grows even more.
Thirteen, your orgasm. Be it with my tongue or fingers, making contact with your centre of sex, and indulging in it, is worth earning the reward of your responsive euphoria and ecstasy. Seeing your body arch and rise is like watching of a perfect marvel statue come to life. And when you inevitably come, the essence that bursts from your clit is the greatest thing I would ever feel or taste. Nothing would even come close by a mile.
Yours truly and forever, Courtney...
The End...?