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Love is found in unexpected places. It is there in the quiet moment when we first discover a beautiful thing. when we watch a bird soar high against a pale blue sky. {fall in love with something new, every day}Twittering
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I have a dead heartbeat. It doesn’t go pitter patter, or tick tock. Just a hum, a dying hum, like I imagine trees make as the cackle of fire springs up around them. My heart isn’t on fire though, it’s dying from smoke inhalation because everything around me, everything in my life, is actually going up in flames.
I am reserved for him. Not betrothed or arranged, just reserved. I am yours if you’ll have me. You are not obligated, per say, but it would be nice. For me. So, please, consider it? I’m here…waiting for you. Just you.
Oscar Wilde first came to mind; the idea of sitting on a train, with a cup of tea getting cooler and cooler by the minute, and the cap of my pen being destroyed in my mouth; all the while gripping the pages of my journal, reading and rereading the scandal of my life.
I found his sandals under my bed while he was in the shower. I put them on, put on his beach hat, walked onto the balcony and breathed in the sea air. He came out in his towel, saw me and smiled. Walking over, I saw him pucker his lips and I thought, “This is funny. I’m in his shoes and he can’t help but kiss me.”
I’m journaling again. This is my way of regaining control. And perspective. I deserve champagne.
and I’ve missed about 4 words. Here they are: I am not sorry. :-P (laugh. please.)
In the event of our break-up, the following is expected of you: leave me alone, do not drunk-dial, drunk-text or drunk-show up at my house. Indifference is the true opposite of love and in this event, I will have stopped fighting for us and hence, the event of the break-up.
I am not like the “rest.” I am different. I do not nod my head, or shuffle my feet, or snake my hips like a piece of rope. I float and faint on the highest notes of my music. I wallow and rejoice with the string section and the mezzo alto. I am not like the rest, because opera is my thing.
good Lord, this whole time “preferably” was misspelt. *cringe*
I can’t believe I let him talk me into this. I’m here, completely naked, lying on these incredible sheets with my headband ribbon tied around my neck. I mean, it’s been the most incredible feeling since we’ve started, but this is so out of character. I really feel like since I like this while naked, I should use this “out of character thing” to make my life a bit more interesting.
