Ingwaz
02-15-2007, 10:47 PM
Today, I wore perfume.
I sat all day anxiously awaiting my beloved and my energy was just haywire. I was a cocktail of exuberation, excitement, fear, and hair-combing. I couldn't wait until he came home. My home. My parents home, where I was raised and loved these past few years we lived in this house.
I wanted different love. When Juan walked in and surprised me with this huge, beautiful off-pink and cream white roses, I bloomed up like a flower. I mean, my face just split and my eyes just watered and Man, I was finally there! I've never been lady enough to receive roses before.
So I take him to the couch and he takes his gifts from my open hands. We were late on Valentines; but that doesn't mean a holiday can tell me when and what to do. "Don't open the card yet...” I said through my stuffy nose. I really wanted to give him a kiss. I haven't kissed him in a while; I'm sick with the flu.
"Oh? What's up with the card?" he asks, so I take his hand and lead him to my room. It's the first time he's really sat on my bed, especially for that long of time period. I gave him the card and shrunk into myself, my energy turning into a ******* of butterflies stuck in a hurricane flying over a whirlpool of excited exhaustion. My shoulders squared. My toes made "Cee's" on the floor and my knees were all pigeon toed. He read it and looked up at me with an expression I've never seen anyone have--especially towards me!
I love you. I love you. I love you. It said so in the letter. I hope you're not mad, oh oh, I've been trying to say it for so long but but but I have problems saying what I--
Then Juan took me in his arms and cried.
Today was an amazing day. I'm not sure why he cried and I didn't mean to make him sad, but then we fell back on the bed and looked into another’s eyes and I knew it. I knew it.
"I love you too, Katie."
I know it I know it.
But what do I know? :)
I sat all day anxiously awaiting my beloved and my energy was just haywire. I was a cocktail of exuberation, excitement, fear, and hair-combing. I couldn't wait until he came home. My home. My parents home, where I was raised and loved these past few years we lived in this house.
I wanted different love. When Juan walked in and surprised me with this huge, beautiful off-pink and cream white roses, I bloomed up like a flower. I mean, my face just split and my eyes just watered and Man, I was finally there! I've never been lady enough to receive roses before.
So I take him to the couch and he takes his gifts from my open hands. We were late on Valentines; but that doesn't mean a holiday can tell me when and what to do. "Don't open the card yet...” I said through my stuffy nose. I really wanted to give him a kiss. I haven't kissed him in a while; I'm sick with the flu.
"Oh? What's up with the card?" he asks, so I take his hand and lead him to my room. It's the first time he's really sat on my bed, especially for that long of time period. I gave him the card and shrunk into myself, my energy turning into a ******* of butterflies stuck in a hurricane flying over a whirlpool of excited exhaustion. My shoulders squared. My toes made "Cee's" on the floor and my knees were all pigeon toed. He read it and looked up at me with an expression I've never seen anyone have--especially towards me!
I love you. I love you. I love you. It said so in the letter. I hope you're not mad, oh oh, I've been trying to say it for so long but but but I have problems saying what I--
Then Juan took me in his arms and cried.
Today was an amazing day. I'm not sure why he cried and I didn't mean to make him sad, but then we fell back on the bed and looked into another’s eyes and I knew it. I knew it.
"I love you too, Katie."
I know it I know it.
But what do I know? :)