A memory can be a marvellous getaway, but you must never make home there. 

Everything is better with you 

- walks at sunsets / sunrises 

- morning coffee 

- tv marathons 

- breakfast 

- making snowmen 

- Christmas 

- baking cookies

- cuddling 

And I loved the wat you looked at me 

And I miss the way you made me feel 

When we were alone. 

Diary post #3 #2012

It was warm outside and so was the sky. It, it was a shade of my mothers favorite blue with a hint of pink in it. my eyes, my eyes watched the waves below cave in and out between each other, dancing beautifully along the boat. My hair, well it kept blewing across my face as I leaned over the edge. Trying to see my reflection. Then Feeling, feeling the salty air against my face. It whispering sweet words of yawnder. Sturred butterflies in my stomach. Made me feel anxious. Then so, I licked my lips and tasted the oceans salty wet kiss. And for awhile there, it made me think of him... of all people. 

My eyes locked on the horizon at this point.. and there it was, its liquid colors of gold and purple tones blended together so softly, a beautiful mess. these cydascop of colors I lost myself in. Thrown back in dim memories of those summer nights on 11th avenue. I remember the stage, brightly lite and so was his eyes. Swaying across the glowing haze of Augusts nights, he hummed sweet, sweet, oh sweet tunes to me. Pulling me in close against his chest, I lost my breath. He held me, like every girl dreams. He once was all and everything, the warmth I called home. It's true what the poets foretell... You'll never find the same love twice. 

The glitter of past lovers soon drifted off in the sea. Back to from shimmery thoughts. there I was still... now standing against the bars, head in hands, leaning over edge. He still, and somehow always will, stay a faint sunset in my daydreams. 

How long should it take for me to learn from my mistakes. - stop falling in love with boys with dreamy blue eyes and cute tilted grins, awkward shrugs and singer of love songs. 

Empty packs of cigarettes

By the side of the deck

Mugs in hand

full of the coffee made this morning

You look at me 

Both unable to speak 

Of what we felt that evening 

There may be questions in your head

As the new day is dawning  

But what things for us lie ahead?

I know every mark on your hand 

Perhaps you like me more 

If I was in a band

But you know crowds unsettle me

And you make it seem so easy 

I know there may be questions we yet

To unvail to each other 

But let's take this moment 

Cause we don't know how long 

This dawn will last 

 

Love, love, love, you know me better than most. Inspite of real distance, we'll always be close. 

Young love, i hope you are well. 

At least now we have a story to tell.

Been obsessed with having a bath almost twice a day now. Something about the warm water and steam feels so relaxing. I'm assuming I'm bathing more in my day due to exhaustion? I do have a lot on my plate now than I use too. And lifes been feeling a little overwhelming more than ever. I wish being an adult wasn't so hard.