Of Fries And the Man I Can’t Write About Part I

For the first time, I’m finding it difficult to write.

I don’t think there are words in the English dictionary to describe the magic I experienced during these past two weeks. See, I just used the word magic but it’s still not the right word to capture what I want to say.

But it was magical. A dream. A fantasy. Alice in Wonderland without the scary bits. Narnia without the killing or dying.

In fact, I don’t even know if I want to write about it. I am afraid it might lose its magic if I reduce it to words on a computer screen. I am afraid I might kill its purity by attaching it to adjectives. It’s like a special place that I can escape to whenever I want – a sanctuary for my head. I don’t know if I am ready to bring it out of my head and into the world.

And even if I did want to write about it, I still don’t know if I could find the words. How would I describe his soft blonde hair. Or those curious blue eyes and how they turned grey sometimes. Or that playful smile. Or how his eyes light up whenever he saw me. Or how adorable it was when he struggled to find the correct English word. Or how he hated it when I call him le mignon, which made him even more mignon.

Then, as if it’s not already difficult to write about him, I also have to find a way to relate this whole experience back to fries?! I’m completely at a lost for words and metaphors here!

BUT for the love of this blog, and for all my readers, I promise to try and put the words together and share my experience with you guys in the next post.

Come back here for more Fries and Men 😉


21 thoughts on “Of Fries And the Man I Can’t Write About Part I

  1. I know exactly what you mean. Exactly. That ‘something’ too sacred to try and put into words, for fear it will lose…….something. Something so beautiful inside your head that, if it came into the real world, it would seem different somehow. It’s indescribable, yet the most wonderful thing, like……something that just wells up inside of you every time you think about him.
    I know exactly what you mean.

  2. Sounds like you are in love! Don’t ever give up on love! You’ll find Mr. Right, he’ll come to you 🙂

  3. Pingback: Of Fries And the Man I Can’t Write About Part II | Of Fries And Men

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