Cheer up, love. I’m here.
You asked me to call you because your friend upset you at school today. When I heard your voice break over the phone, my heart did as well. Upset was a grave understatement. I knew all I could do was listen to you, and I did. I listened to your mellow, saccharine voice stained with the flame of anger and frustration. I’ve never heard you so mad at someone before. All I could do was stare at the varnished wood of my desk as you told me all about it. I knew the feeling of being betrayed. There was nothing more heartbreaking. I asked you to calm down and told you I love you so much and I will never ever betray you.
Never. Until the day I grow old and have wrinkles.
I was desperate to cheer you up; you were quite a mess, and I hate knowing you’re upset. And when I heard you laugh after my attempt on cheering you up, I was ecstatic. I loved being the person to put a smile on that lovely face of yours, even though I didn’t see it at the time. I wasn’t born a joker, but somehow, my sense of humor appealed to you. Thanks for laughing at my lame jokes, and laughing sincerely at that. Haha. That’s why I love you. >:D< and I loved the fact that I cheered you up. I felt like I was the one being cheered up when I heard the musical tinkle of your voice.
I really miss you, my love. I want to be with you so much, especially when you’re upset like that. I just wanted to hold you close to me and stroke your hair and kiss your cheek and tell you I’m always there for you. And when we meet again, I’m going to hold your hand, and sing you a song (even with my awful voice), and then I’ll hear your lovely laugh once more. :)
