𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒃𝒖𝒗𝒆𝒍

act. i || scene ii || dionne

11 / 01

dear dionne,

If there’s one word that could suit you
best as described, it’s grace.

It’s not that I don’t like your name, but
I would like it even more if it had
Been your name too. Though it doesn’t
matter. What matters is that it’s you.

It’s you who make this group of letters
Turn into a meaningful word.

And that’s your personality that I like
Because of it.

I like you.

I also like your eyes, especially when
It illuminates every time you smile.
But, I like it even more when you laugh.
Because it becomes a spectacular of auburn and chocolates 
When the symphony of your happiness emits such fireworks.

I like you.

And I like all the things about you.
Your voice, your body, your height, your weight, and even your tiny feet.
I also like it when you get your nails done, all French tips. Your lips –
Red and daring yet still so innocent,
when you feel like you’re not beautiful enough in some days, then
pink and puckered when you remember that there’s actually
someone who finally sees you for who you are. Even your hair, straight
down your waist in all its ebony, cascading to its new, sleek length.
Though I liked it more when it was still untouched like before.

I like you.

It’s all in your personality,
You have that quiet spirit that coos into the crevices of my better judgement,
one that made me drawn to your soul.
So timid, yet bold and a gentle lady in the eyes of so many.
Mysterious yet surprising in ways that both girls and
Boys fall in love with your oddities.

I like you.

And that’s the truth. Believe me, I do.

Whatever happens, I guess what I can only hope is
that you remember the yesterdays.

Especially the ones during fifth grade...