who I have the honour of calling my best friend (:
I don't have a fancy pen and a notebook to write down words, and even if I did I wouldn't know what to put. I'd probably be fasinated by the pen and start writing about that. I can't pull the moon from the sky or catch the stars in my hands, and I can't paint a picture with a rainbow. I wish I could part the seas and have the swans sing to you. I wish I could give you every flower in the world to prove to you how beautiful you make my life, but then what would be left for the beauty in life? I can't take you to all these places in those books and I can't make the sunshine any brighter. But there is a place in my imagination and there it's perfect, where the only sound is laughter and the only feeling is love. Where we can sit by the seaside listening to Jimmy Robbins and Backseat Goodbye on repeat all night and warm by a campfire. We'd never have to leave because we wouldn't want to. The planes overhead would leave behind a package of warm feeling and joyment. I'd wrap you around in a blanket of my feelings and thoughts of happiness and that would be the only load on your shoulders you would ever need. The blanket is blue in case you're wondering. We could eat ice lollies in the day and warm up with hot chocolate at night and nothing would be out of place. Instead of any new mp3 or ipod in our pockets we'd have mix tapes we made over the years and play them daily.
On a canvas so white and new, I'd paint you what I see when I think about you and the things you've done for me. The beautiful night sky would dominate the page dotted with bright yellow stars and a rainbow would burst out of the darkness filled to the brim with clear happiness. And under a low mist of cloud, I'd paint two figures and only two. They'd be laying there simply star gazing and enjoying life. That would be me and you, enjoying the simple things in life. That's what you do, you make me appreciate the small things.
"my name is Coist and I'm your biggest fan" (:
Listening to: Anyone Else But You - Jake Germany
Name Drop: Rebekah Phillips (:
xo
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What everyone thinks are the small things: they're really the big things.
And what everyone thinks are the big things; they're really not that big after all.
And the girl who gets distracted by the pen, knows that it's important that I know what colour the blanket is, and neglects to mention the fact that it would take us at least an hour to figure out how to work the tape player or light the fire: I love her most of all.
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