Open when you need a reminder of all the things I love about you
Open when you need motivation/encouragement.
Open when you need to laugh.
Open when you’re bored.
Open when we’re fighting (and it’s your fault)
Open when we’re fighting (and it’s my fault)
Open when you need a kiss (which I added a candy kiss in the letter haha)
Open when you miss America (because he is also deployed and I love photography so, I added a lot of pictures I have taken of the beach and stuff)
Open when you need some lovin’ (take a piece of paper and lay it on a flat, hard surface and grab some lipstick; put A LOT of the lipstick on and kiss the paper as it lays flat; now they will have a bunch of kissies from you!)
You did not laugh. You never laugh. Sometimes I do not think you have a sense of humor”
Stopping dead, Rand rounded on them so suddenly that several reached for their veils and looked about for what had startled him. “An irascible old farmer named Hu discovered one morning that his best rooster had flown into a tall tree beside his farm pond and wouldn’t come down, so he went to his neighbor, Wil, and asked for help. The men had never gotten along, but Wil finally agreed, so the two men went to the pond and began to climb the tree, Hu first. They meant to frighten the rooster out, you see, but the bird only kept flying higher, branch by branch. Then, just as Hu and the rooster reached almost the very top of the tree, with Wil right behind, there was a loud crack, the branch under Hu’s feet broke away, and down he went into the pond, splashing water and mud everywhere. Wil scrambled down as fast as he could and reached out to Hu from the bank, but Hu just lay there on his back, sinking deeper into the mud until only his nose stuck out of the water. Another farmer had seen what happened, and he came running and pulled Hu out of the pond. ‘Why didn’t you take Wil’s hand?’ he asked Hu. ‘You could have drowned.’ ‘Why should I take his hand now?’ Hu grumped. ‘I passed him just a moment ago in broad daylight and he never spoke a word to me.’ ” He waited expectantly.
The Maidens exchanged blank looks. Finally Somara said, “What happened with the pond? Surely the water is the point of this story.”
Throwing up his hands, Rand started for the red-striped pavilion again. Behind him he heard Liah say, “I think it was supposed to be a joke.”
“How can we laugh when he doesn’t know what happened to the water?” Maira said.
“It was the rooster,” Enaila pt in. “Wetlander humor is strange. I think it was something about the rooster.”
He tried to stop listening.
Robert Jordan, Lord of Chaos, Chapter four, page one hundred and twenty six (via firesofheaven)