Sunday, June 5, 2011

hearts: part II

When I think of Japan I think of my friend, Nae. Not because she has any shred of Japanese blood in her or anything. She's as blond-haired-blue-eyed as they come. But there is someone in her life who is half Japanese, currently serving there for two years.

The day the earthquake hit, she thought for maybe three hours she had lost him forever.

She writes him every week. She waits. Sometimes patiently, and sometimes not patiently but oh, she waits. She's learned Japanese. She's going to Japan. She knows how to cook delicious Japanese magic in the form of food [the names of which are too beautiful for me to remember and slaughter here].

We were in the car, stopped at a red light with the now-summery air blowing through the sunroof when he decided: that is love.


[i loved the less-than-three once
i realized the cleverness behind it.
and what it represented.


emilia. said...

yes, the names are too beautiful.

Nae chan said...

I wish that I could admit to patience, but alas, I want that attractive man NOW! Nani mo shimasen. There is nothing I can do but wait. <3

I love that this post is about me and I love that it is about love. And I love that you and Parker are in love. I love love!

Brittany Erin said...

I've always disliked the less than three heart. But that's because I never thought of it as "less than three." It's always been just a heart. But now, I think it's clever and lovely.