Because I like

A friend of mine (how do I always start telling a story like this? I guess friends of mine pretty much make my world such a great place to be in, that the things I do myself aren't of much consequence anymore) sent me the most beautiful e-mail yesterday. I got it today. It began with the words "Hello, I'm... and I like" and continued with a listing of things she likes.

So I hit the "Re:"-button, and started writing an e-mail in answer. Here's what it was:

I'm Anna, and I love

stories, in books or otherwise
stories that make me cry
stories that make me laugh
writing, writing, writing in any form
warm places
new ideas and realisations
sunshine
green grass
hugs, random and not
poking things
laughter
smiles
languages
fire. Fire, fire, fire
music that makes me cry
music that makes me smile
music that makes me feel in a way I can't describe
soft toys
pretty pictures
doodling into notebooks when you're supposed to be doing math
thunder and lightning
imaginary creatures
imaginary people
chemistry
flowers
facebook
people who don't care that what they say may make them seem slightly strange
people who love
people who don't pretend
going anywhere with people you like
chatting idly
lying on your back in the grass outside when it's warm, and just being
dancing in the rain
singing in the shower
long car rides
cute avatars
forums
blogs
wonderful pictures
witty comments
playful insults and great comebacks
random conversations with random people on bus stops or elsewhere
bus trips
staying up late
sleeping in
having slightly philosophical discussions over the internet
rants
glomps
extremely bad jokes
extremely random things
colourful clothes
bright colours
lyrics
haircuts and dyes
silence
silent understanding
exchanging knowing looks
harmless flirting
honesty
descriptions
unhealthy food
running fast
and ... pretty much everybody else.