Two down one to go.
We met Kiera on Monday and she was an absolute sweetheart! We were 209 and 210 on a line of 600 people and she was smiling and being always kind and sweet to everyone.
Kiera, it was so worth wait almost 9 hours for you! Thank you so much!
He held up the envelope, thick with folded papers. “I can’t believe I’m actually giving this to you, and you have to wait to look at them until I’m not here, but … it’s for you to keep.” - The One, Kiera Cass
The best people all have some kind of scar.
America and Maxon
I’ve been thinking of first kiss. I suppose I should say first kisses, but what I mean is the second, the one I was actually invited to give you. Did I ever tell you how I felt that night? It wasn’t just getting my first kiss ever, it was getting to have that first kiss with you. I’ve seen so much, America, had access to the corners of our planet. But never have I come across anything so painfully beautiful as that kiss. I wish it was something I could catch with a net or place in a book. I wish it was something I could save and share with the world so I could tell the universe: this is what it’s like; this is how it feels when you fall.
These letters are so embarrassing. I’ll have to burn them before you get home.
My Dear America,
I’ve never written a love letter, so forgive me if I fail now…
The simple thing would be to say that I love you. But, in truth, it’s so much more than that. I want you, America. I need you.
I’ve held back so much from you out of fear. I’m afraid that if I show you everything at once, it will overwhelm you, and you’ll run away. I’m afraid that somewhere in the back of your heart is a love for someone else that will never die. I’m afraid that I will make a mistake again, something huge that you retreat into that silent world of yours.
I love you, America.
Yours forever, Maxon
Isn’t aspen just so sweet^_^
Hamda Al Fahim fall 2012