I'm starting to amass a collection (archive?) of beautiful things. I'll be posting them here every so often. None of them are mine unless otherwise stated. I shan't be attributing them unless it's necessary.
But with her...I can't even articulate my feelings. It's as if sunshine is warming [my] face, on a beautiful July day, and as long as she is there my face will always be warm, I will always be safe and in great health. That is an awful description but it is the best I can think of right now.
What these men saw was the Nevada wreathed in clouds of her own amber smoke, uprooting gun emplacements, scattering pillboxes, and smashing tank and troop concentrations, but what you, as the only newspaperman aboard this American battleship in this invasion, saw was men rather than a machine that did all of this.
This.
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I am quite touched by you quoting me! I kept re-reading it and going "I swear I've heard that before." XD Is it not a truely awful description though? ^_^
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It's awkward... but that's what makes it so important. It's almost that in failing to express it perfectly, you're acknowledging that your feelings for her are beyond your ability to put down in words. I don't know. It's like... photographs of old people, and urban decay, and crying. They're all very 'ugly' superficially, but their ugliness (or in your case, awkwardness) betrays something more beautiful than could be expressed directly.
Or something >_> Anyway! You'd better have not given up on msn! I'll have to wait another month now! :P
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