Authors Note: ... I... Don't know. This is a very short drabble that I just kind of- wrote while I was waiting for a phone call.
Kenny's thoughts on Butters.
What would you say if you knew how I felt, or knew how hard my heart beat beneath this orange parka when I see you? Would you think I was crazy for feeling so much?
I wonder if you ever notice the way my eyes watch you from behind my bangs and the brown and orange material hiding them from the world. The windows to my soul. What would you see if you looked into them? Pain, confusion, misery? Happiness, pleasure, humor? I think whatever you would see, in my mind it will always be a reflection of you.
We're soul mates, from every last blonde hair on our heads to the bottom of our little, black snow boots. I compliment you and you compliment me in all the best ways. You make me want to be better, you make me feel love.
You are love. Love and sex, and happiness, and sex and love. It's all the same, it all runs into one continuous stream of affection. And my affection for you runs deeper than my veins. I would slice every one of them for you. I would die a thousand deaths for you.
You need to know I love you, more than anything else in the world. More than I'll ever be able to say, more than I'll ever be able to show. When you're near me, it's the only time I have ever truly been happy, and when you're not, I spend each minute missing you.
You are my heart, my soul, my world, my love, my life, the stars in my sky, my everything.
… Now how do I let you know?