Amazing Giveaway!

Amazing giveaway by Lena for a KINDLE! How lovely, right?
http://www.lenasledgeblog.com/2011/11/lenas-kindle-touch-1000-followers.html
I would share this kindle with my sister if I happen to be lucky enough to win.
Hoping hoping hoping I win! :)

"I think I'm scared. I think too much"

How is it possible? How can this be? Questions arise as these weeks pass by for naught one word, why, not even a reply. About it she has spoken, today and yesterday too, and if records are read, every other day before then as well. The message unclear, the reasons quite vague, but all she does know is the size of her wound.
A plane has brought him on home but not a call nor a message has she been granted this time. If he'd like to he would have asked, she reasons aloud. Hopeful no more, she thinks of the future, one were their odds have slowly withered.

"...there's a little bit of something in me,
In everything you do..."

"There ain’t nothin’ please me more than you"

Again alone, as a story unfolds. A while it has been since the she last dreamt of him. The gist of it went something like this...

In the lobby of the hall, there a girl fell flat on her bum. His face came into view as he watched her lying on the ground. He came bearing gifts for her; a pendant, a ring, and a third. To her taste they seemed to not be. Then the scene skipped a bit, and started playing again in the parking lot of a fair. It was plain and muddy, as most lots in the park might be. In attempts at conversation the sister asked if he could dance and a long list of accomplishments he recited to them. To prove his words, he asked her to dance and happily she accepted. 

The End. 

"...I’ll follow you into the park, through the jungle, through the dark
Girl, I’ve never loved one like you..."

"Yours was the first face that I saw"

A flicker of hope passes through her eyes; she looks right then back to the road ahead. "I feel like I'm gonna get some correspondence today," her gleeful smile plastered on. Questioning of feelings and such assurance, questioning of a recurring theme day after day. 

"No, I'm hopeful I'll get some every day...but today I feel like I will." Her eyes shrink a bit to widen her reasoning on the matter, "maybe I'm just superstitious but the last time it was on a Thursday." 

Her mind begins to drift off into lands of what he does, and why he does so, why Thursday could be The day. 

"...these things take forever, I especially am slow,

But I realized how I need you..."

"It's not supposed to feel this good"

Who knew? Not many, only two to be precise. How he kept it a secret? She'll never know. Chances and coincidences, days missed and hours flown by. Almost missed him she did, had it not been but for one text.

Day she doesn't go, day he shows up; day plans were made instead, day she sees his furry head.

Texts and squeals, urging and quarreling, hugging and eating, yet sadly leaving. 

"...its only been a week,

But I know that you are mine to keep..."

"It's funny how I find myself in love with you"

Nosey friends, lovely friends, well-meaning friends...they all may inhabit as one, yet love she does her. 

How would one feel if bracelets were to be taken off? What is the meaning of such things? Questions, questions...so many questions. 

She'd wondered, once upon a bit ago, if she should take off her bracelet for there seems to 'no longer be a link.' Wondering, wondering, asking if she should. "He's up there," she says. We make silly jokes of heaven and beyond. She smiles, she laughs, she giggles. Always plays along to everyones personal untuned songs. It seems that, from his latest words and messages, "if up there, a link no longer remains." Sad face, smiley face, twinkly eyes, hidden smile. 

"I don't care if he took it off," she plays with the strings of her heart...I mean, bracelet. "I'm keeping it on."

Does it hurt to think of him? Do you mind the questions? How does it feel? Hesitation, not one bit, but sure and confident: "I don't mind thinking about him," tugs at those strings again, lose and flying, "I love to, actually."

"...funny how I blind myself,
I never knew..."

"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..."