Le greetings, from le B.C.
Today is the day.
"Every new beginning comes from another new beginning's
end."
I suppose a welcome is in order.
Welcome.
My site is not spectatcular nor unbelievable.
It is simply me. Me me me
me me.
"Maybe
it is late. You know, I, I'll be honest with you, I had a really great time tonight. And I, I'd really love to kiss you, but,
I think that, if I kiss you, we'll end up kissing on the couch, and if we end up kissing on the couch then chances are we'll
end up kissing in the bedroom. And if we kiss in the bedroom, well you know, that's, that's the part I always rush into, and,
I, I just don't think it's a good idea; Rush into spending the night together."
"I wanna spend the night together."
"I
have no problem with that."
"I'm a sucker for war-stories in romance
languages."
Julia Roberts - Mona Lisa Smile
My Dreams are unlikely.
But nonetheless beautiful.
Pooh, promise you won't forget about me, ever. Not even when I'm a hundred."
Pooh thought
for a little while. "How old shall I be then?"
"Ninety-nine."
Pooh nodded. "I promise," he said.
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest
and it opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up these defenses, you build
this whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person,
wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They do something dumb one day, like
kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own any more. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you
out and leaves you crying in the darkness, working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination, not just
in the mind. It's a soul hurt, a body hurt... gets inside you and rips you apart pain. I hate love.
'Do you love me?' I asked him, seemingly out of the blue but in my own mind the question had
been rolling off my lips for some time. He just looked at me with his head cocked to one side as if to say 'what on earth
do you mean?'. I persisted 'Do you love me? It's a simple question.' He paused, took a deep breath drawing words into his
mouth. 'I do, yes. I love you.' I think in any other mindset I would have ran into his arms and told him that he'd made me
the happiest woman in the world, but it's a funny thing when the delusion wears off and you see someone in their truth for
the first time... I was hardened, he was lying, nobody was wrong or right at this point and no matter how many 'I love you's
would leave our lips, we had reached our end.
