The Looking Glass Volume 36 | Page 22

Love Letter to Drawing

Gracelda Neri

My Deepest Love,

I know it has not been long since I have been with you, but you always seem to find a way to be on my mind. I see you in little ways. In the margins of my papers or in the tracings of my finger along the walls. It is never the same as when I’m truly with you. I long for the way that the curves of my hand will align with yours. I long to outline your body with my eyes. I long for the way that I get lost in my thoughts when I am with you. Most days, I drift between classes, carried by ideas and plans for what I can do with you when I get home. I get so excited thinking about you because you truly make me happier than anything in this world.

You truly are beautiful. Although we’ve known each other since I was young, the intense feelings I have for you are as strong as they've ever been. My passion for you is as unending and tireless as ever. But your appearance is not why I love you. You make me feel like nothing else ever can. I know that I can go to you whenever I need you, no matter what mood I’m in, no matter the time of day, no matter the situation. And even when I feel like I have seen everything good that you have to offer, after all this time, you still constantly manage to surprise me. When I feel like I have seen the best of us together, the ideas and life that come next continue to be bigger and better than ever. You add color to my life. You bring ideas to my mind that I never would’ve thought of if I weren’t with you. You are my escape from this world and have always been. There is a special place in my heart reserved for you.