Candy Bar

[Ramona]

I really don’t know how to start this off, because I never really know what I want to say to you. The best thing to do, I think, is to just be honest. Though that may sound corny, it’s just something you gotta do if you want to figure out something to do. Not just stutter or stare at your mossy green eyes. Thought I would love to stare at those eyes forever, I know I have to stop sometime. But only because I need to live, so I can see them again.
And I want to let you know, that you’re really, really radical, and that I’ve never met anyone like you. Never met anyone so unfazed or anyone who made me laugh so much my stomach was sore. I miss that.
I miss the way you looked at me, and the way you spoke. You know what I’m talking about. How no matter what you said, it always came out as a challenge. Challenging you to…challenge you. Back.
I just wanted you to know, that I’ve never loved before, and I think I may love you. It’s just…I’m a little bit afraid. Caught up in the swirling, pearlescent shimmer that I think might be love.
Loving you is like a candy bar, if what I’m feeling is love. I know that might sound strange. A lot of what I have to say does.
I miss your marshmallow laughter.
So sweet and so cunning, and infectious. A lot of this sounds really cheesy. Does that mean that this is love? Because it sounds like everything everyone has written about for centuries, does that mean that this feeling is true? That I love you?
I don’t know what it means, and I’m not sure I want to, because if I knew, I wouldn’t. Wouldn’t what, you ask? I don’t know, maybe it’s that I wouldn’t tell you. Wouldn’t act it. They say ignorance is bliss, by they I mean them. I guess in some cases it is. Not knowing what’s going to happen next is half the fun. Not knowing what’s going to happen makes it better. Risking your integrity and your feelings for the sake of telling someone what you think-I think-is worth it.
Because maybe they feel the same.
Or maybe they don’t.
Not knowing, is, half the fun.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that, none of this makes sense to me right now, but I think what I think of you might be more than a crush. It might be love.


---Ramona the Karma Chameleon has spoken.---

[tervie]

i must admit i don't write much prose stuff but with the little bit of it i've soaked in, i must say i rather like this one. i like the way that love was said to be like a candy bar. very cool

[Ramona]

Thank you, I myself didn't think it was that great.

[louise]

nice, but you might wanna check your spelling.
'cause I don't think this is compleetly correct:
"I’ve never meant anyone like you"

[Ramona]

Yeah, sorry about htat, like I said, I wrote it on the spur of the moment.

[ciel]

I like the sincerity and overall simplicity. It was easy to feel the questions that were asked.

"Does that mean that this is love? Because it sounds like everything everyone has writtine about for centuries, does that mean that this feeling is true? That I love you?
I don’t know what it means, and I’m not sure I want to, because if I knew, I wouldn’t. Wouldn’t what, you ask? I don’t know. . ."

It seems more than half the battle of understanding is asking the right questions.

[Ramona]

Yeah, it reminds me of a quote in this book I read once, Stargirl, where this guys says "You'll know her more by your questions than by her answers..." Anyways, thanks a lot for that. It heightened my self-esteem a bit.

[ciel]

no problem! ;D