time o' the month
And I'm not talking about my period :)
So the last few days have been nice. Even though today was a sunday and sundays usually mean we hardly get to talk. Much less with your dad around. But today was nice. I was actually okay with not being able to talk aside from 4 or 5 text messages. I was even more okay when my phone went "ding-dong" and an invite to Starbucks was what I saw. I love just sitting in your car, be it cruising around or speeding by along everyone else. There's a smile on my face and it's not going away.
I talked to my sister today. "we're eleven months tomorrow ate Kris." and she said "yay!" hahahaha.
"i guess time flies when you're having fun." and all I can do is smile in agreement.
It's been an entire year since the tallest boy in our batch rolled up to me in his fancy-pants BMW in the gym and asked me to the prom.
This time last year I was just trying to catch you staring at me (and I almost always did hee ;) )
This time last year you were driving me crazy with your silence. But at the same time I was having a blast trying to interpret what it was you were trying to tell me that one time I caught you staring at me and you looked away and didn't look at me for the rest of the day.
"I have a smile on my face and it'll be here till tomorrow."
In context to how young we are and how much we still have ahead of us, 11 months is just a tiny speck. But that just makes me even more excited. Maybe a little scared (cos who's not scared of the unknown right?) but in the words of Denise Leverton:
That our love for each other, if need be, give way to absence, and the unknown.
That we endure absence, if need be, without losing our love for each other.
Without closing our doors to the unknown.
-Prayer for a Revolutionary Love, Denise Leverton
(look at me, quoting poetry. fek now I'm even rhyming in my sentences.)
So here's to our prayers for our revolutionary love.
Happy 11 months babe. Eleven and it just keeps getting better. :)
So the last few days have been nice. Even though today was a sunday and sundays usually mean we hardly get to talk. Much less with your dad around. But today was nice. I was actually okay with not being able to talk aside from 4 or 5 text messages. I was even more okay when my phone went "ding-dong" and an invite to Starbucks was what I saw. I love just sitting in your car, be it cruising around or speeding by along everyone else. There's a smile on my face and it's not going away.
I talked to my sister today. "we're eleven months tomorrow ate Kris." and she said "yay!" hahahaha.
"i guess time flies when you're having fun." and all I can do is smile in agreement.
It's been an entire year since the tallest boy in our batch rolled up to me in his fancy-pants BMW in the gym and asked me to the prom.
This time last year I was just trying to catch you staring at me (and I almost always did hee ;) )
This time last year you were driving me crazy with your silence. But at the same time I was having a blast trying to interpret what it was you were trying to tell me that one time I caught you staring at me and you looked away and didn't look at me for the rest of the day.
"I have a smile on my face and it'll be here till tomorrow."
In context to how young we are and how much we still have ahead of us, 11 months is just a tiny speck. But that just makes me even more excited. Maybe a little scared (cos who's not scared of the unknown right?) but in the words of Denise Leverton:
That our love for each other, if need be, give way to absence, and the unknown.
That we endure absence, if need be, without losing our love for each other.
Without closing our doors to the unknown.
-Prayer for a Revolutionary Love, Denise Leverton
(look at me, quoting poetry. fek now I'm even rhyming in my sentences.)
So here's to our prayers for our revolutionary love.
Happy 11 months babe. Eleven and it just keeps getting better. :)