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i wrote this a while back when i was wanting to put my memories with logan down on paper so that i would never forget them. i meant to put it on my livejournal, cause i was so proud of what i had written, but i guess i just never did. so here it is, for the first time, something i've trully written and poured my heart and soul into:
"You're so cute, Emilay" you said as you put your arm around me. "I know." I looked up to see a wide open, blue sky. The world was ours for a day, and we knew it.
We crossed the gardens to the spot favored by us both, only to find that it was closed -- but we didn't care. We were happy to be there. Alone. With each other.
I had never been to the rose gardens before, but had heard that they were beautiful. We approached a garden full of pink, red, white, and yellow flowers. A place that could be considered therapeutic with the fragrance so thick in the dense Texas spring air. A place where people fall in love.
There was a perfect little arch in the middle of the sea of roses. We held hands the whole time. We stood under that little archway and kissed on the mouth.
We walked down the long covered archway. Hand in hand we passed the climbing roses that were making their way up the strong stone columns. There were more archways -- we kissed under them, too. You could see the stars in our eyes, and our bodies fit like clockwork.
On a rock under a small weeping willow we sat overlooking a city of turtles. Gazing into each others eyes we memorized each others faces by heart. Something had caught your attention in the water: a small bumblebee trying desperately to escape his watery fate. "Climb aboard Mr. Bumblebee!" We both said as you held a stick in the water.
After such an emotionally strenuous rescue, we decided to take a walk -- neither of us like sitting for too long. We saw a young couple running and dancing with interlocked fingers in the grass with their pants rolled up and their shoes amiss. We smiled. "Silly kids."
We chose a good spot to lay down in an area where there was not a person in sight. We put your jacket on the ground. I laid down with you on top of me and we kissed. We kissed and caressed and breathed as one. The bugs were biting us but we didn't care. We had each other, and that was all that mattered. The sun was shooting through the trees, and the beams of light spread as they spilled through your hair. It was beautiful. You were beautiful. "You have to see this, baby, you have to!" We switched spots, but you couldn't keep your eyes open long enough to see it. I just smiled and kissed your nose.
We got up -- it was getting late, and we had places to go. We walked past a large rose bush full of small pink roses. I smiled. "This day had been amazing" and again, I kissed you on the mouth. We walked back up to the walkway, but the entrance was blocked by a beautiful bride with tan skin and long brown hair. We stood and watched her get her picture taken, smiling at her with admiration in our eyes and our arms tightly around each other.
"Oh! Look! A squirrel!" You ran over to the base of an ancient oak tree, and I joined to watch the bushy-tailed creature scamper up the tree.
"Let's dance!" I said, grabbing your hands. "I'll stomp on your feet..." With heavy looks you danced with me. I taught you how to swing dance, and we danced in the middle of a feild.
On the walk back we got sidetracked by a quaint little footbridge. You acted like you had fallen. I screamed and almost cried. I hugged and kissed you, hit you in the arm, and hugged and kissed you again. "I would rather die than you die and me live with the guilt of not being able to help you."
"Shh, dear, it's all okay now."
"It's all okay, baby."
"You're so cute, Emilay" you said as you put your arm around me. "I know." I looked up to see a wide open, blue sky. The world was ours for a day, and we knew it.
We crossed the gardens to the spot favored by us both, only to find that it was closed -- but we didn't care. We were happy to be there. Alone. With each other.
I had never been to the rose gardens before, but had heard that they were beautiful. We approached a garden full of pink, red, white, and yellow flowers. A place that could be considered therapeutic with the fragrance so thick in the dense Texas spring air. A place where people fall in love.
There was a perfect little arch in the middle of the sea of roses. We held hands the whole time. We stood under that little archway and kissed on the mouth.
We walked down the long covered archway. Hand in hand we passed the climbing roses that were making their way up the strong stone columns. There were more archways -- we kissed under them, too. You could see the stars in our eyes, and our bodies fit like clockwork.
On a rock under a small weeping willow we sat overlooking a city of turtles. Gazing into each others eyes we memorized each others faces by heart. Something had caught your attention in the water: a small bumblebee trying desperately to escape his watery fate. "Climb aboard Mr. Bumblebee!" We both said as you held a stick in the water.
After such an emotionally strenuous rescue, we decided to take a walk -- neither of us like sitting for too long. We saw a young couple running and dancing with interlocked fingers in the grass with their pants rolled up and their shoes amiss. We smiled. "Silly kids."
We chose a good spot to lay down in an area where there was not a person in sight. We put your jacket on the ground. I laid down with you on top of me and we kissed. We kissed and caressed and breathed as one. The bugs were biting us but we didn't care. We had each other, and that was all that mattered. The sun was shooting through the trees, and the beams of light spread as they spilled through your hair. It was beautiful. You were beautiful. "You have to see this, baby, you have to!" We switched spots, but you couldn't keep your eyes open long enough to see it. I just smiled and kissed your nose.
We got up -- it was getting late, and we had places to go. We walked past a large rose bush full of small pink roses. I smiled. "This day had been amazing" and again, I kissed you on the mouth. We walked back up to the walkway, but the entrance was blocked by a beautiful bride with tan skin and long brown hair. We stood and watched her get her picture taken, smiling at her with admiration in our eyes and our arms tightly around each other.
"Oh! Look! A squirrel!" You ran over to the base of an ancient oak tree, and I joined to watch the bushy-tailed creature scamper up the tree.
"Let's dance!" I said, grabbing your hands. "I'll stomp on your feet..." With heavy looks you danced with me. I taught you how to swing dance, and we danced in the middle of a feild.
On the walk back we got sidetracked by a quaint little footbridge. You acted like you had fallen. I screamed and almost cried. I hugged and kissed you, hit you in the arm, and hugged and kissed you again. "I would rather die than you die and me live with the guilt of not being able to help you."
"Shh, dear, it's all okay now."
"It's all okay, baby."