(no subject)
It was seven years ago.
I arrived early to the bus stop because I wanted to do things slowly, to take my time combing my hair and rehearsing my false confident smile. I had stood in front of the mirror for ages, arranging the curls in all the right places and now the soft spring wind was making them fly around me. The sun was shinning. What was I doing? I was amazed at myself. This boy I never saw was traveling halfway across the country just to meet me. What if he didn't like me? It never occured to me that I might be the one not to like him, for I was too much in love with his words, his poems, his strong voice on the phone every night.
A bus pulled in. I froze. I hid behind a palm tree and waited. My heart was beating so strong I could hear it. People were coming out of the bus, large bags, entire families, a lonely boy with long curls. A whole minute passed before I realize it was him I was waiting and my first though was: All this for me? (I told him that later and he laughed) I rushed to him and the minute our eyes met I saw something I have never seen before. We fell into each others harms.
Later that day I took him to the castle, a special place for me. I remember most of the things we said to each other but I also remember the non-stop kissing... I don't understand how we managed to hold a decent conversation with all that saliva!
I'm still taking him to special places, but I know now that all places are special if he is there with me...
Come home soon, Highlander, or I'll start making pink posts like this everyday and you will have to die of shame!!!! :PPP
And Happy Anniversary to us!
I arrived early to the bus stop because I wanted to do things slowly, to take my time combing my hair and rehearsing my false confident smile. I had stood in front of the mirror for ages, arranging the curls in all the right places and now the soft spring wind was making them fly around me. The sun was shinning. What was I doing? I was amazed at myself. This boy I never saw was traveling halfway across the country just to meet me. What if he didn't like me? It never occured to me that I might be the one not to like him, for I was too much in love with his words, his poems, his strong voice on the phone every night.
A bus pulled in. I froze. I hid behind a palm tree and waited. My heart was beating so strong I could hear it. People were coming out of the bus, large bags, entire families, a lonely boy with long curls. A whole minute passed before I realize it was him I was waiting and my first though was: All this for me? (I told him that later and he laughed) I rushed to him and the minute our eyes met I saw something I have never seen before. We fell into each others harms.
Later that day I took him to the castle, a special place for me. I remember most of the things we said to each other but I also remember the non-stop kissing... I don't understand how we managed to hold a decent conversation with all that saliva!
I'm still taking him to special places, but I know now that all places are special if he is there with me...
Come home soon, Highlander, or I'll start making pink posts like this everyday and you will have to die of shame!!!! :PPP
And Happy Anniversary to us!