Love Letters

Dear Tabitha, When I feel like maybe I'm the last living soul that feels a certain way, you almost ALWAYS prove me wrong! Not because you purposely want me to feel vindicated for how I'm feeling but because we kinda run along the same lines mentally and emotionally! Thank you for being that for me! WHOO! Dear 25, tomorrow is the day, we should celebrate...bring it in with a bang! Dear muse, come out in full force...break a new day. Lets get crackin' Dear Dino-cake, you didn't turn out too stellar but everyone loved your flavor, guess you weren't a fail afterall!

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You know, I can't promise you everything and anything.
I can't pretend to be anything I'm not.
but who I am, is who I will be...and who I have been.
Take all of me or none of me.
Don't break my heart or make me cry.
Never break your word....or lie to me.
Hold my heart in your hands like you would your own.
I've kept it together as long as I could and the pieces you have are whats left.
It's fragile.
Tender.
So keep it safe.

or give it back.

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I'll hold your hand in public,
and run my hands through your hair.
I can write you a sonnet,
or a tale of deep despair.

I can brew you a cup of coffee,
or make your favorite tea.
I could stand and hug you forever,
or we could sail the open sea.

Let's run away tomorrow,
go off and hang our coats.
Forget  the world we knew,
and travel coast to coast.
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Amid the maple tree grove

The slightest breeze blew by, whipping her hair all around her face and then back in a flow so smooth, it seemed unreal. Light brown strands all around her, hiding her momentarily. Gina looked up and in her sharp hazel eyes, a deep moment of sadness resided. Her fingers gently pushed the hair from her face, then
wrapped it all up into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. Her back pressed into the maple tree shed grown so fond of during her time at her aunts house. Her face, towards the sky, eyes closed, hands in the soil. She relaxed, shoulders dropped, her chest rising and falling softly with every breath. "I can feel them", she thought, gaining a sense of peace. She'd never told a soul that she could feel clouds. At least, not until today.

Love Letters

Dear work, I have a half-day of you left and I can't say you'll be sorely missed. Dear Lindsey, although we've been apart for a bit. I love and appreciate everything you have every done for me. Every time you have hugged me when I cried and all those times you ever told me that you absolutely love me! You are really are the bestest! Dear Chris, I'm sorry about the video game situation BUT you get to watch your bromance flourish a little? Dear Bob, I cherish you, like no joke. I'm glad I get to spend thanksgiving with you and your family this year. (I'm a little nervous) Dear Rachel, you have the dorkiest, goofiest mannerisms but really, I think your perfect that way! Dear Kim and Adri, Could you guys get ANY cuter?! I mean, REALLY! DEAR FACEBOOK, Should we break up?


M'yes...I believe that is all. (:



oh wait....and this.

When you're happy as can be!

Dark Gravity

Feverishly she frantically searched the room for his face, his short brown shaggy hair, a glimmer of the green-brown eyes that she'd gazed into so many time before....to no avail. People flew past her in a rush paying no mind to the small-framed, black haired girl. They all looked so busy, in such a hurry, so detached from reality.

Who will love me for me?

"Don't you ever wonder?" she said....aloud of course as noone was around to listen but still, it was how she spoke when she got into the mood of thinking deeply. All afternoon she was wondering, trying to rack her brain and figure out who and how anyone would love her. How do you love the unlovable? The unwanted.
Running a figure-eight onto the back of her hand with her finger, she dreamed of what he would look like, the things he would say. How feeling someone's hand in yours must feel. The thought of a kiss was all too much, too dreamy for even her. Tousling her hair and rumpling up her forehead, she let out a deep sigh of relief.
You just don't see rusty old bikes and decide to fix them up and ride them. No one does that, except for crazy people and well....I'm pretty sure even a crazy man wouldn't love me.
Tia took a look in the mirror, perhaps hoping for a change. No such luck.
Two round blue, grey eyes, a narrow nose and a rosy complexion that has always kissed her skin. Her eyes fell upon her lips, the cleft one...and then onto her stance...crooked and awkward. Warm tears built up in her eyes because no matter how beautiful she felt inside, the outside would never reflect it.

She didn't see it yet.
but her beauty was just beginning.

Love Letters

Dear weekend, Thank you for being fabulous....even though you were cold and crazy, I enjoyed every bit of you. (: Dear stars, Thank you for shining so bright and being lovely to look up and gaze at. You are beautiful. Dear Mary and Jenette, Thank you for being so supportive and understanding, although you are both completely nutty...I wouldn't be me without you two. Dear Thanksgiving, thank you for being a reminder of what and why we are thankful for the beautiful things in our lives. Dear Black Friday, we're done. Dear Bob, Thank you for being my best friend and my handsome boyfriend. You grace my life with love and appreciation. Dear Monday, today I can TOTALLY handle you!

Sleepyhead Saturday.

I have got to be the luckiest lady in the universe. (:


Yep.
The luckiest. (:

Love Letters

Dear Bob, Thank you for loving and caring for me, and thank you for license plating my car. It's officially a real vehicle now (: Dear burn blister, if you could heal soon, I would really appreciate it. Dear Kim, you were so cooperative getting up and about this morning AND you make me so proud to be your mommy. Dear Jenette, thanks for all the laughs and dinner you treated us to last night! Dear Change, Sometimes I get scared when you become a reality. I have been learning to trust in the process and break loose from what's comfortable. I'm excited to see what the future holds for Bob and I!

These are my love letters for the week! Who knows...I may write some more before the week is up!