Winter lovin...had me a blast.
I want a Winter Love.
From this point onward it shall be referred to as "WL".
I know Grease made the idea of Summer Love seem wonderous and makes one "have a blast" but I want a WL, I want it to be sweet, pensive, slightly melancholy, but at the same time warming and beautiful and tragic and messy and just....ahhhh, I want a WL!
Side Note: My elbow keeps sticking to my desk because of some residue or something either on my shirt or on my desk, it's really pissing me off.
Now...WL, I want one. I've got all the cliches prepared. We'd meet at a coffee shop on a rainy day, strike up a quirky conversation resulting in one of us shyly asking the other out to a movie, one of the few places to go where it can be warm, the movie will be horrible, we'll spend a good hour complaining about it afterwards and at the end of the date we'll nervously kiss before he drives me back to my house where I will come straight onto LJ and blog about it, his name will be something wintery... something that reminds you of bare branches on trees and snow and rain and he'll be slightly husky, facial hair, a little rough around the edges but he'll have a smile that i won't be able to stop thinking about and brown shaggy hair, the hair must be shaggy. We'll enjoy similar music and he'll get me into one band or another and i'll get him into one as well, we'll go out to plays and gallery openings but we won't introduce each other to our friends, we'll want to keep it a private thing, he'll come over to my house on cold nights and we'll fall asleep watching TV together, we'll go to his house and he'll cook my a really amazing dinner, something hearty that I would never have expected to like until he makes it for me, he'll lend me his jacket at some point and I'll go home and just smell it because it smells like him, and he'll have some cologne that's impossible to find in Australia so that it's completely unique to him.
Then of course, winter will come to an end, university will start again, he'll go back to his architecture or urban planning course and I'll return to design, we won't talk of each other to our friends but when everyone is talking about their boyfriends or girlfriends we'll both quietly smile and reserve our thoughts for our minds.
Of course, a WL cannot last forever, we'll barely see each other anymore because of university, our friends will complain that we don't hang out with them anymore and demand we see them more often, we attempt to do stuff more inclusive, feebly introducing each other to our friends and doing things less wintery than we did before, we'll attempt to club together but find the whole experience too much, we see each other less and less and less until eventually we realise what we had was merely what it was, a Winter Love, we'll both return to that coffee shop, hoping to rekindle that little spark that we still have for one another, but we'll never be there at the same time as each other, missing one another by maybe a few minutes, maybe an hour, but soon we would understand that our love was simple one of the seasons, and it can only be that and nothing else....
*sigh* So that's what I want, in all it's cliched glory.... it would be nice if I actually liked coffee too...so i could meet someone at a coffee shop.
P.S I'm SUCH a woman.
From this point onward it shall be referred to as "WL".
I know Grease made the idea of Summer Love seem wonderous and makes one "have a blast" but I want a WL, I want it to be sweet, pensive, slightly melancholy, but at the same time warming and beautiful and tragic and messy and just....ahhhh, I want a WL!
Side Note: My elbow keeps sticking to my desk because of some residue or something either on my shirt or on my desk, it's really pissing me off.
Now...WL, I want one. I've got all the cliches prepared. We'd meet at a coffee shop on a rainy day, strike up a quirky conversation resulting in one of us shyly asking the other out to a movie, one of the few places to go where it can be warm, the movie will be horrible, we'll spend a good hour complaining about it afterwards and at the end of the date we'll nervously kiss before he drives me back to my house where I will come straight onto LJ and blog about it, his name will be something wintery... something that reminds you of bare branches on trees and snow and rain and he'll be slightly husky, facial hair, a little rough around the edges but he'll have a smile that i won't be able to stop thinking about and brown shaggy hair, the hair must be shaggy. We'll enjoy similar music and he'll get me into one band or another and i'll get him into one as well, we'll go out to plays and gallery openings but we won't introduce each other to our friends, we'll want to keep it a private thing, he'll come over to my house on cold nights and we'll fall asleep watching TV together, we'll go to his house and he'll cook my a really amazing dinner, something hearty that I would never have expected to like until he makes it for me, he'll lend me his jacket at some point and I'll go home and just smell it because it smells like him, and he'll have some cologne that's impossible to find in Australia so that it's completely unique to him.
Then of course, winter will come to an end, university will start again, he'll go back to his architecture or urban planning course and I'll return to design, we won't talk of each other to our friends but when everyone is talking about their boyfriends or girlfriends we'll both quietly smile and reserve our thoughts for our minds.
Of course, a WL cannot last forever, we'll barely see each other anymore because of university, our friends will complain that we don't hang out with them anymore and demand we see them more often, we attempt to do stuff more inclusive, feebly introducing each other to our friends and doing things less wintery than we did before, we'll attempt to club together but find the whole experience too much, we see each other less and less and less until eventually we realise what we had was merely what it was, a Winter Love, we'll both return to that coffee shop, hoping to rekindle that little spark that we still have for one another, but we'll never be there at the same time as each other, missing one another by maybe a few minutes, maybe an hour, but soon we would understand that our love was simple one of the seasons, and it can only be that and nothing else....
*sigh* So that's what I want, in all it's cliched glory.... it would be nice if I actually liked coffee too...so i could meet someone at a coffee shop.
P.S I'm SUCH a woman.