love-story

When I'm around you, it's like every dream I've ever had is standing right in front of me.

Love means not ever having to say you're sorry".

So, let__ make this a little interesting_ a race. If I win, then you have to polish every saddle and strap of leather of Byron__, including all brasses and buckles. Oh, and every one of my many pairs of boots.___nd if I win?_ I asked, already aware of what I wanted.__hat would you like Jack_ name it?___ kiss.__he flushed red. __ine. Count of three- one- two_.__he wouldn__ even give me that three. She was off.

Ok! So that's the spice. Typical gossips for or against a qualified newcomer!

Well damn, I guess I__e had a few threesomes and foursomes too. However, I don__ really think that having Ben and Jerry ice cream and umm...BOB, your battery operated boyfriend, constitute as a real threesome or foursome.

You're kind of... distracting.Am I?Yes. In the best way.

My inner voice told me at that point, __ou shouldn__ be caring about her, just move on! You have to improve your life and live apart from her__ut my absurd heart was pleading, __ou love her, you idiot. She is your life sphere, one more try at least for the sake of kindness.

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These kisses hurt--not from roughness, but because she could feel all his pain.

Maggie would want more from every guy she dated, every relationship she had, because she was using Jamie and Mukti__ love story as a template. And she__ always be disappointed. Neither love nor life is like a fairytale_

Sometimes, we miss the truth when it's right in front of us, she thought. Sometimes the closer we are, the harder it is to see.

It takes two to tango but It takes "ONE" to Love

After lunch four of us have our picture taken. Regn, myself, Fernus, and Sharon. I grip my brown lunch bag in hand, Fernus holds her soda can, Regn makes a funny expression. But what strikes me about this photograph is the shadow. We are standing in Group Reservations, the sun streaming in from above, through the skylight, and directly behind my head a giant starred reflection is cast on the wall. It is cast there as a pointed halo of sorts.I am next to Regn, she wears her sunglasses though we are still indoors. My face looks so young, my eyes do not betray any weariness. The pain is gradual. The pain is two years and more ahead. Is the star the crest of my youth? Does it suggest what I__e always known__hat something more, something far greater was in store for me? Looking back and all that__ come to pass, I can tell you yes. With a full and tired heart, I can tell you yes. I am not inclined to whimsy or overly-superstitious; however, there are signs and sometimes they must be noticed or you are a fool to dismiss them. I knew from an early age I was different. I sawthe world from a distance. I was born to suffer and endure, but in so doing, if I succeeded, I was born for distinction. It was not conceit, but the knowing of Self and sometimes the frustration, the tedious ache of patience, rendered me doubtful.

...I just don't see anything ever happening in this life that could make me not want you all over my skin

Male leads in love stories need to be devoted, need to chase trains, cross continents, give up fortunes and thrones, defy convention, face prosecution, take apart rooms and break the backs of angels, sketch the beloved all over the cement walls of their studios, build sculptures as homages. They don't flirt shamelessly with the likes of me when they have Transylvanian girlfriends. What an effing jerk.

Was there a person in your life, who touched your heart, like nobody else, ever did, whose letters or gifts are still safe in your secret closet, whose memories still bring the deepest of smiles and whose name still leaves your lips trembling and heart racing? At some point in time you might have thought, __t__ not love_, and you let go , but a part of you keeps telling , __ou shouldn__ have_, because deep down your heart, you feel the indelible presence of the one you still miss so badly. Well; what is it then_ __f it__ not love!!

They explored me high enough as mountain climbers reached the mountain tops.

It rained today. You sat with me. We listened to the pit-patter, felt the cold breeze and got drenched in countless emotions. We didn't say a word to each other. Today, 'words' were mute spectators of our growing love.