| i miss this journal, i miss those waffles and green eyes. |
[15 Jan 2008|08:49pm] |
four oclock in the morning i observed him with his nose pressed lightly against the window of my car, his scarf is black and grey and wrapped around his face, his hands are tucked tightly into his pockets and his eyes are squinty trying to look inside. he pulls his scarf down just enough to expose his mouth to huff some warm air onto the car window, slowly his left hand moves from his pocket to the window and he scribbles "i ♥ u."
i sigh.
i roll down the window, i inhale, i exhale, i inhale deeper, i exhale heavier, i breathe quietly why did you write that with a period? he takes his other hand out of his pocket and holds my face in the palm of his cold cold hands and leans his forhead against mine, "a period is put at the end of a sentence to show that the thought is at an end, what i mean is, in the end, i really just love you a lot. and a 'period' can also mean a large interval of time, and in which case, i want to spend it with you." i turn the car off and step back into the cold with my body press closely to his. it's my turn to hold his face in my hands now, and rub my face all over his and his scarf that smells like fresh laundry, okay, okay, okay. i'll stay, i'll stay if you make me waffles in the morning and promise to always write i love you with a period at the end. he promises, swears by it, crosses his heart with his index finger.
and i believe it,
and i woke up in the morning to warm waffles laying ontop my belly and a smiley bright eyed boy with brown hair and green eyes. my small tale of true romance.
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| the no matter of time |
[06 Jan 2006|08:55am] |
we share umbrellas on rainy days & hold hand through mittens on cold days. we have so many moments where our hearts are laid out openly to each other and there is nothing more pure than that in a relationship of any sort. i am so sorry for so many things, but no one seems to know or understand more than him.
i don't like holding up my own world cos of my own instabilities,
but everytime he breathes, there seems to be something that grows stronger and stronger in myself. something that is undamaging.
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[20 Sep 2005|12:47am] |
i made yummy spinach soup for us tonight. my belly is warm and full and i'm ready for a nice back rub and cuddle time with lovely. he bathe me earlier in pink pearly bubbles and talked easy about the likes of life in a way that made everything feel wrapped up in heavy glowing lovliness. (also, earlier in the night we sat in the grass and i somehow gotten so many many many bug bites all over my belly & back! nineteen!! i had him count for me. )
i genuinely feel bad for having these panic attacks about him not loving me because everything he does just breathes with love.
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| we sick little babies, send good thoughts our way! |
[06 Sep 2005|08:10am] |
i woke up really early today to call into work & left a short messege on the machine, i'm really happy no one answered i hate dealing with people. i ended up laying outside in the hammock for a couple of minutes before drifting off to sleep & being woken up by a sleepy and also sick george. it's so strange how we both got sick. he has a bad fever and breaks out into hot flashes and has a stuffy nose. i on the other hand have a sore throat, failing voice, and i coughed so much earlier i tasted what seemed like blood in my mouth, but i dont have a fever,
i sent him back to bed and went and bought some chicken soup.
& then made us some ginger tea, but we shared a teacup, i'm sure thats not helping either one of us get better. he had really bad hot flashes and i had to put an ice pack on his chest before he was going to explode.
i rubbed his back before he finally exhausted himself to a point where he just passed out. we have so many fans running in his room right now. i think im going to run a warm bath for myself & then see if he's up to a little doctors visit, poor boy. ♥
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| cupcake mornings, |
[27 Aug 2005|09:59am] |
my stomache hurts from eating too much pink icing.
today feels drowsy & soft. i apologise to george about the panic attack i had lastnight and he rubbed my back for me, i fell asleep for a few minutes and when i woke up he was wrapped up like a baby eskimoe in blankets. it was really a sweet moment. i'm going to cook him dinner tonight after work, he mentioned something about spring rolls & tofu soup. it seems like we're both never going to have the same days off of work. he promised to bring me boba milk tea today at work, but i hope he misses out & catches up on the sleep that i made him miss out on lastnight.
he's using my bathroom to take a shower in. the door is open & it smells like shampoo in my room.
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