Wednesday, March 30, 2011

"Happiness, it hurt like a train on a track"

Nostalgic memories washed over her little heart as she recalled conversations with ancianos of looking for signs before taking the plunge, before making decisions. Hints and clues of loveliness and helpfulness. "He cleans up, you know?" she says of him, smile plastered on her face. "All three times he came for dinner, he helped...he always does." Twinkle twinkle go her eyes as she finishes washing the dishes.
More memories flood over her, words coming slowly as she recalls moments and once upon those times. Memories such as of knocking on doors, together and alone, on their journey back...Lion sends them further and further away... "Not obvious at all," they agreed with humor. Such "happy days" she recalls.

"...leave all your love and your loving behind you,
Can't carry it with you if you want to survive..."

Wednesday, March 09, 2011

"Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer? "

He called their mutual Friend today, gave them some good news. She giggled and smiled, threw herself over that white couch. Once the longing had passed, she spoke... of him. So happy was she for him, so "wow." She loved that they had them as their mutual close friends, that they're "both on the same page about them." The Friend said 'he still likes you,' to her. She wondered giddily how The Friend could possibly know, did The Friend ask? *Happy worrying ensues*
Today she mentioned she dreams of him often, right before waking up. "Makes it hard to get up," she explained, "makes me want to stay in bed and keep on dreaming [about him]." Says she dreams about a lot of the things she worries about...guess that's why she dreams about him so often. 

"...I think about you nightly, 
Can you tell I'm losing sleep?..." 

Tuesday, March 08, 2011

"Old cement makes for a solid place to lay"

She spoke of him again today, claimed she'd dreamt of him. Then we walked the streets, talking and laughing...that's where she smelled his smell. "Not as pretty as him," she said, "he's wearing short shorts anyways." She'd wondered aloud if it had just been her heart and mind playing tricks on her. "It wasn't," we agreed. 

"...sun’s going down let’s get together on the bridge we’ll meet up tonight..."