StirCrazed

happy thanks giving you guys. well i JUST woke up right now because i had a dream… and well… i wanted to write it out for you guys. so hopefully you all will enjoy my post as much as you did the last one. please play the music while you read it. lol its sort of a music score for this. lol : )

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I woke up to the imprint that she left before she went out for work. still a little warm, but i look over it feeling like shes there right when i wake up. Seeing her smile reek with the morning breathe yet unrelenting to give her a kiss not knowing whether it would be the first of the day or the last of my life. Wiping away the crust from her eyes because she could never get all of it. She gets up early since i have the day off, and she leaves with nothing but an ” i love you ” I’m just happy that i remember that today is a special day. Don’t women hate it when we forget special dates, but not today. Today i remembered. I clean the house from top to bottom knowing how much she hates it to vacuum and wash dishes, but she loves to wash, dry, and fold clothing. Something about the warmth that the clothing gives after taking them out of the dryer or the smell of the detergent that reminds her of the country side. Tide detergent with febreeze… she always loved to reenact the commercials that they put out. So i leave the dirty clothes for her :) As soon as i get the house clean i get to the grocery store to pick up her ingredients for her favorite dishes, after all it was her night. Chicken breast because her stomach didn’t take in beef to well, a nice Alfredo sauce, and pasta for her favorite main course. Before heading home i stop by to grab a dozen daisies from the side of the road. She preferred hand picked daisies rather than store bought flowers. She felt they meant more because there normal, and handpicked by me. Saying that daises reminded her of how we began. So as I set the table with the daises in a vase we made together in a pottery class we were forced to take, while the food is cooking i glance at the clock every fifteen minutes. Anxiously waiting to hear the garage door open like a puppy waiting for there master, and it finally opens. Surprised by the candle lit dinner, the hand picked daisies, and the aroma of Chicken Alfredo she smiles. She sits next to me picks up her fork and starts to eat. She suddenly stops eating, and looks at me intently with her soft green eyes. She asked me a question that shes asked many times before… she was always a little insecure… you always are when your in love. ” Was it all worth it? falling in love with me? ” and i always responded with the same answer ” every single thing ” this meant the happy moments, the sad moments, the arguments, the i hate you, to the i love you, to where i can’t breathe without you. i look up to see the look on her face, but remembered that she is nothing but a painful yet an everlasting euphoric memory, and i now remember more clearly why i hand pick these flowers…

i walked into a cafe one early new york morning. just getting my daily dosage of coffee to get me threw the day. Then something caught the corner of my eye. hair tied up, reading glasses, sweat pants, but no coffee mug.. a very unlikely and peculiar sight since this city is filled with such constant metropolitan chaos that a female like her would allow anyone too view her in such a vulnerable sight. Hair tied up meaning she just got out of bed, but didn’t want to be home alone. empty homes can always be depressing? reading glasses but no book meaning she didn’t want anyone too see her puffy eyes or dark circles? maybe just a sudden break up or crying while watching a movie like a walk to remember or the notebook looking for a good cry to force these frustrated feelings, which this city can cause, out. I usually don’t approach women in any manner unless I’ve been properly introduced. This probably due to my incurable shyness that i developed during puberty, but something had drawn me to her… not the feeling of wanting to save a damsel in distress, but to know for my self knowledge if she was fine.. ok.. alright. I approached her with a hot chocolate not knowing wither or not if she liked caffeine, and a banana nut muffin. i choose this banana nut muffin simple because i thought it was delicious… as i came closer to her table i put down the hot chocolate, a banana nut muffin, and a napkin besides her and left without saying a word. I wrote on the napkin one sentence that would hopefully make her smile ” somebody loves somebody “