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Edited by
TiffaIrishGirl
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Tue 12/11/07 12:35 PM
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So I like to call myself an amateur writer...but I am having a serious writer's block and was randomly typing the other day, just saying what came to my mind...and well heart. This is original work...just having fun, but still its from my heart and while its long and wordy, hope someone has fun reading it...
Its icy out…well at least raining and yucky…who wants to be outside. I want to be sitting in front of a fire…with the glow from the fire the only light…in a cabin, secluded with the one that I love and he loves me in return. Snuggling under one very large blanket, enjoying the fire…kissing…touching…looking into each other’s eyes and just knowing that we love each other. Maybe it goes farther or maybe it doesn’t…we’ve just come inside from a fun snowball fight enjoying a each other’s laughter, having fun. Now we are listening to music…as it softly plays in the back ground…Rascal Flatts…”Bless the Broken Road” comes on and we know we are right for each other. He hasn’t asked yet…and no we haven’t said the three word phrase that we both hold sacred and dear to our hearts…though our eyes say it every time we look at each other…his touch tells me he never wants me to go…and I try to tell him with my touch…We haven’t said those words…we’re scared…why???…because its life changing, because our hearts have been broken before…maybe, in my case, not really by someone from the opposite sex…in that way…but I’ve learn…I’ve learn to hold my heart securely…but haven’t I also learned to love freely, to give my heart freely, because life is short and don’t I want it to be sweet too… But do I say those words first? Is the time right? Are we really in love…or is it just the idea of it? We’re both good people, we both care about the same basic values and we want the same thing… So on our weird mix of music comes “We are the Champions” and we laugh because its so random, just like we are and I get up, grab his arms and swing them with laughter, bringing him into dancing with me as the song plays. He spins me around in circles…more to go along then him really wanting to…because he enjoys seeing me smile…laugh in joy…I love seeing his eyes sparkle with return laughter as the song ends and “Higher” by Creed comes on… “You do love the craziest of music, sweet,” he says and I laugh… “Yep, I do,” and being the brat I am…and to lighten the mood because I we both are feeling strange and I know it will come back again…I put my hands on my hips, sass the hips and give him a look… “You got a problem with it buddy?” He laughs, doesn’t say a word, but grabs for me…not making it that easy for him, I dart away…mischief in my eyes, giggling as he tries again, makes a success at tickling me for a second but I’m too quick and I move away…quickly…the song is calming down…but we don’t pay attention, we’re too busy tumbling around the house…enjoying life…having fun…enjoying each other… Then Oklahoma-Texas Line comes on and we both look at each other and we dance…fun at first…I tease him that he better be saying… ‘long blonde hair and big GREEN eyes’ …he’s a brat and sings as it is singing it. We dance crazy like…with some country two stepping involved…not too much because we both just enjoy ourselves when dance and don’t really care what the steps are called or really, even, how they’re done. He and I have way too much fun and we are out of breath by the time the short song is done and we know what’s coming and he gathers me closely because he knows the song means a lot to me…though I hope it doesn’t mean anything…THAT personally to me ever in my life…he gathers me closely, doesn’t say a word, I wrap my arms tightly around him, lay my head against his shoulder, and he wraps his arms around me, laying his chin on my hair and we just rock and I enjoy this moment of love and comfort I feel from him. My eyes have moisture in them, though I make sure he doesn’t see it…luckily the song is done quickly… and laughing…Irene comes next…and I enjoy just dancing and playing, moving to the beat…a Christian song it has a good beat, and he’s enjoying the view…hopefully of me just being silly. And laughing, because as I type this I’m watching the browns game and listening to the music I’ve been typing about and well since we began playing we’ve put on the tv and we turned on the game quietly…we both cheer when the Browns score…yeah you bet your buttons my love is going to love the Browns…I’ll make him, if he doesn’t…No just kidding… So its grown less tense…the moment of truth has passed for now…we didn’t say the words…though we speak with actions. We sit down and watch the last thirty-two seconds of the game…and laugh as the Jets create one last ditch effort to get closer to trying to beat us because they did a field goal being the score 24 to 19...or 18. LOL its 24 to 18...hoping hoping…come on…WE WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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wow thats a story my gosh what a great mind
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why thank you, you two...it was fun to write, and it has my juices flowing for a story....
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