Last Kiss

I still remember the look on your face as it lit through the darkness at 1:58. The words you whispered for just us to know, you told me you loved me. So why did you go away.

I do recall now the smell of the rain, fresh on the pavement. I ran off the plane, that July 9th. The beat of your heart, it jumps through your shirt. I can still feel your arms, but now I'll go sit on the floor, wearing your clothes. All that I know is I don't know how to be something you miss.

I never thought we'd have a last kiss. I never imagined we'd end like this, your name forever on my lips. I do remember the swing of your step, the life of the party. You're showing off again and I'd roll my eyes then you'd pull me in. I'm not much for dancing, but for you I did. Because I love your handshake, meeting my father. I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets, how you'd kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something. There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions, and I'll go sit on the floor, wearing your clothes. All that I know is I don't know how to be something you miss.


So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep and I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe. I'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are, hope it's nice where you are. I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day, and something reminds you you wish you had stayed.

You can plan for a change in the weather and time, but I never planned on you changing your mind. So I'll go sit on the floor, wearing your clothes. All that I know is I don't know how to be something you miss.


I never thought we'd have a last kiss. I never imagined we'd end like this. Your name, forever on my lips. Just like our last kiss- forever the names on my lips.


Forever.

- taylor swift, last kiss.

Carried Through the Night

That smile.
That laugh.
That smirk,
and that snicker.

The sarcasm.
The late night talks.
The bullies,
and the high school hallways.

Through tears.
Through joy.
Through sadness,
and through hardship.

You were there, to hold me through the storm.

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the lvoe letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

(Derek Walcott)

An Exerpt from House Rules (Jodi Picoult)

"Don't you wish love was so strong it could come back to haunt you?"
I told him the story of my mother, who one night had woken up at 3:14 a.m. with a mouth full of violet petals and the scent of roses so thick in the air that she could not breathe. An hour later she was roused by a phone call: her own mother, a florist by trade, had died of a heart attack at 3:14 a.m. "Science can't answer everything," I told Henry. "It doesn't explain love."
"Actually it does," he told me. "There have been all kinds of studies done. People are more attracted to people with symmetrical features, for example. And symmetrical men smell better to women. Also, people who have similar genetic traits are attracted to each other. It probably has something to do with evolution."
I burst out laughing. "That is awful," I said. "That is the most unromantic thing I've ever heard."
"I don't think so . . ."
"Oh, really. Say something that will sweep me off my feet," I demanded.
Henry looked at me for a long moment, until I could feel my head growing lighter and dizzier. "I think you might be perfectly symmetrical," he said.

Bigger than dreams.

A Cute Little Tale :)

A boy and girl used to be best friends but suddenly the began to not get along, they tease and harass each other all the time at school. One day the teacher had enough so she sent them to the school psychologist, he looked at the boy.“I think the problem here is trust so let me ask you this, if the school were on fire and you got out but she was still inside would you go back for her?” the psycologist asked.“No” the boy said simply. The girl got a look on her face as if she was going to cry. The boy looked to her sadly, without taking his eyes off of her he continued “I wouldn’t go back because I would have never left without her.