Oh, Do I Wish...

Very, very corny. I'd never write anything like this in my current state.

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Oh, do I wish I was fatter…

 If we were stuck in a gloomy cave by a raging blizzard roaring across the mountains, I would hold you to me and wrap my arms around you, so you could have all my warmth and I could shield you from the frosty fangs of the bitter cold. But my hands are thin and my trunk has but a thin sheet of flesh stretched over my bones. There would be hardly any warmth I could give to you, hardly any cover I could offer you from the cold. But I’d try anyway.

Oh, do I wish I was fleshier...

 If a man, masked with a black sock with two holes on it, exposing a pair of bloodshot eyes filled with hate, pointed a weapon at you, cursing as he pulled he god forsaken trigger, I would jump between you and the projectile, not flinching as it tears through my organs. I would stand there, defiant; the strong need to protect you from harm resisting me from sprawling to the ground under that dazzling pain. I would remain unmoved as bullet after bullet tears through my flesh, splintering my bones, rupturing the members of my viscera, squandering my precious blood; for you. But look at me. My trunk is hardly fatter than a young stem. There is no fat to slow down the projectiles when they tear through me. I’m not even wide enough to shield you completely… But at least, I’ll shield you some. Even if my slender frame can’t shield you completely, it’ll block you most of the way, and even though my trunk is so slim, it’ll slow down the projectiles enough for them not to harm you, even if they pass clean through me.

Boy, do I wish I wasn’t this thin…

 If we had a long day in class, and I couldn’t as much as see you face so I could say hello, and I had to do with catching a few glimpses of you creasing your brows in exhaustion throughout the lecture that was to end the day, and suddenly, as we finally reached the end, we were asked to stand in line for an emergency attendance, and you walked up to me, all famished and sulky, and asked if you could lean on me, I’ll gladly give you my shoulder. I’ll let you abandon you weight on me, so that your crease can vanish and I can see that breath-taking smile once again. But my frame is slim and might not support so much extra weight. On top of that, the long class might have also worn me out, making me feel all the weaker. But I’ll still let you lean on me. I’ll spread my legs to give myself some extra balance. I mean it. I’ll take that awkward stance in front of all those students, even if their mocking gazes are burning into me. I’ll endure the pain, just so that you can be happy.

And I wonder why. Maybe it’s because I love you.

I wonder…

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