Few Words, Many Loves.

A list. Because I can.

Things I love, in no particular and non-comprehensive.

Google.
Sunny, hot days full of nothing but sleep and tanning.
The ocean.
Day dreaming.
The Boy.

His charms
His arms
His voice
His masculine desire to protect me
His quietness
His playfulness
Blushing.
New school supplies.
Literature in general.
Hand sanitizer.
Cafe Mochas.
Sleep.
Endless Summers.
Very hot, very long, very bubbly Baths.
Parties. Specifically tea parties.
Cheesy pop music.

A Big Change Happening in Small Steps.

"Benny- Tomorrow is a big day for you, I suppose?" She leaned over her work, squinting in the dark light of the kitchen, afraid to get up and turn on the light should she risk forgetting how to read.

"What?" Dazzed, as usual.

"Tomorrow. The case. You go to settlement tomorrow, right?"

"Correct."

She shook her head at an imaginary question and then forgot to finish her work because she was thinking and obsessing and wondering. Will tomorrow be the answer Benny has waited two and a half years for, or will tomorrow just be another tomorrow in this string of endlessly dreamy days? Days when reality is replaced by what she has done, what she is running from, and what she is forgetting.

Oh Benny, what has this journey come to- an end, or simply a plot twist?

The Uncertain Adventures of a Certain Lady

The Boy and I have been talking lately about love and life and things we want and need from eachother.

We have decided that things between us are amazing. The Boy and I don't agree on everything. We don't have every detail figured out. But, if things continue on in this quiet, blissful way, we will certainly be headed towards a finite decision. An end and a begining. An answer.

Is that why we date? Do we date to answer some cosmic question of loneliness and and vulnerablity? Are we just simply pack animals in need of others of our likeness to fend off the wolves?

I think we are here to be in love.
To find love.
To learn how to communicate in love.

But maybe we just need someone to make the cold nights warmer.
That is ok with me too.

The Earth is not entirely dry nor entirely pointy, My Prince.

After an amazing week with you, I thought I would write you a little personal note about why I love you. I figured you could stand to read a few words, see a few thoughts, hear a few whispers. And here they are.

Thank you. Thank you for always making me comfortable. This vacation wasn't our speed- Vegas has far too many lights and sounds and sights and it is too dry. but with you, everything seemed more comfortable, more like home, more life like. You gave water to dry land, sun to artificial trees, and a voice to the howling wind.

I love the fact that you told me you love me over 100 times. It is so nice to hear it out loud. That isn't to say that you don't tell me often enough typically, it just made for a lot of special moments.

You look like someone I would be with. There was something in your smile, in the way your shirt fell on your shoulders, in you stature that made me thankful to be out with such a handsome fellow.

Waking up with you is always a special treat. Every time I have ever woken up near you, you have seemed to have been waiting for me with sweet anticipation. Laying there, propped up on your hand, smiling down at me while you wipe stray hairs from my face, I felt like I was in a bright, white washed scene from a movie.

And I am sorry. I am sorry you're not dating a single girl. I am sorry we could not just up and get married in Vegas. I am sorry The Ex called and ruined our quiet stillness. Our game of House. I am sorry for everything I cannot make better with just a click of my heels.

But it will all work out.

And Lord willin' the crick don't run dry....