Best Love

I can’t say you’re my first love
But life moves on in its way
I can declare you’re my best love
Because you prove it every day

Sometimes I get kinda moody
I’m not the girl that you love
Nature by nature is tricky
But you’re here when push comes to shove

I’ll never stop all my love for you
I feel it pound through my chest
How can I keep all of this inside?
You weren’t the first, you’re the best

Oh Brunhilda, you’re so lovely!

“Yes I know it, I can’t help it.”
I spent a lot of time with this kid the past couple of days, and I’m really happy that I did. I was afraid our summer would be spent too busy for each other, but instead we managed to hang out all day! We went for a long bike ride to our downtown area, walked the beach, walked around, and generally just enjoyed each other’s company. We also went on a really fun picnic with his Dad’s college roommate and family (which I was invited too, kindly enough).

I can’t wait for the rest of the summer. I’m going to enjoy it.
Work tomorrow, Thursday off, work again Friday, and then off to Washington D.C. for a week. I’m excited to have a wonderful wonderful summer.

Happiness in This

I don’t know why this picture makes me so happy. There’s nothing exceedingly special about it. It is not of a faraway place (that I know of), it is not full of beautiful scenery. It is a dresser with a fan on it, a shirt hanging up, and a plant.
I think the happy part is the story behind this picture. What’s happening out of the frame?
I’d like to think that it’s in a villa in Italy, and the couple is laying in bed being lazy, murmuring about how they need to get up but just kissing instead. Then the young woman gets up and pulls the shirt off the hook and tosses it on over her pajama shirt and leaves, forcing the young man to get up an follow her.
Maybe it’s a still of some single man’s room in the too-big house his parents left him. It’s plain because he doesn’t want the hassle of “stuff” getting in the way. He just leaves his shirt there because he can, because why not?
I don’t know the story. I just like the picture. It makes me happy.

Stirrings (Prom 2014)

Prom with Daniel was amazing, to say the least. Dancing with him, being close to him, just being with him and having fun was a fantastic experience. My junior year has been amazing with him in it. These past (almost) three months have been beyond compare. But my mind wants to get all philosophical today…
Have you ever met someone who moved you with a single look? It doesn’t have to be romantic. Maybe something about them stirs a feeling in you, a purpose you didn’t know before. An idea, a simple thought, a sort of drive.
Daniel does that to me. He holds me close and looks at me, REALLY looks at me, and suddenly I have choices and options and life is so big and grand and strangely close. I love him, my naive teenage brain wants to be with him, but even then I know that there are so many things I can do now that I never thought of before and it’s all his fault.
This boy, this brilliant, beautiful, splendid boy looked up how far away our intended colleges are going to be from each other. Not only does he want a potential future with me, but he’s looked into it. He’s offered to help find me a school because the initial one wasn’t going to work out. He has done so much for me and asks for nothing in return.
I guess that’s why I write about him so much. I just have so many words (and there aren’t enough in all the global languages combined) to explain just how much he means or just how beautiful I find him.

Daniel, my gorgeous boyfriend!

May I introduce you to the cutest human male to have ever walked the planet (in my own personal opinion)? Too late, I already did. It’s Daniel, my boyfriend!
We are going to prom tomorrow and I’m very excited! Getting the dress and the shoes and stuff…it’s exciting. I’ve never seen him all dressed up (except once across a parking lot, which totally doesn’t count because it was dimly lit and I saw very little). And he’s never really seen me all fancy. I want to make him proud.
He is so intelligent and sweet, I really don’t deserve him at all. He never fails to make me proud to be around him. I feel extremely lucky to even have him talk to me and be my friend, much less tell me he loves me every night on the phone before bed. I am truly a lucky, lucky girl.
He just makes me so happy. I hope, pray, and wish that I do the same for him because he deserves the world. I love him so very much.

Wonderful

I want to hold you close to me
I’m going to whisper into your hair
“Darling, you’re wonderful.”
While you are resting there

Close your eyes against the light
Let me whisper into your ear
“My love, you’re wonderful.”
Just while you’re lying here

Take a breath and heave a sigh
And I’ll whisper against your smile
“Sweetheart, you’re wonderful.”
Please say you’ll stay awhile

Nuzzle up against my side
And I’ll mumble into your chest
“My everything, you’re wonderful.”
And you’re the very best

The Return of Ferdinand

It’s almost Tuesday! To those of you who watch Supernatural this means that oh dear a time loop.
To the rest of you it’s a normal Tuesday, maybe with an event, maybe with plans, maybe you’re travelling somewhere for Spring Break…but for me it means the return of my love from Hawaii!
I probably won’t get to see Dan until Wednesday or Thursday, but HE’LL BE HOME. In the city where we live in his little house down the road. He will be three minutes away. In this timezone. Close enough to bike to if I wanted. I’m so happy I could just explode.
I’m going to run to him and jump on him and kiss him till he yells at me to stop because I missed him so terribly much.
Soon.

Take On Me

I cannot even describe the feelings that burst through my entire chest cavity when I first watched A-Ha’s “Take On Me” music video. I was just sitting there innocently, watching some 80’s music videos (I really love Duran Duran’s creativity so I was surfing around trying to find others) and I came across Take On Me. I love the song and its quirky lyrics and vocal styling. So I clicked the button and let myself cry for a good three minutes.
Just the concept and the heroism of the guy and the romantic plot-line. Plus the epic ending that made me tear up. I seriously haven’t been so moved by a video in a long time, and it inspired me to write a story. My first REAL story since my breakup three months ago.

My Boy

This is Sebastian. He’s one of the most kind, handsome, sweet, talented, intelligent, adoring, loving, loyal, brave, perfect people I have ever met in my life or probably ever will. I love him with all of my heart and he is the best friend I’ve ever had or will ever had. Sadly, though, we will never be together in the way we would do so well to be.
Sebastian and I have an undeniable connection that has lasted through many years of friendship. He was the first guy I was ever brave enough to kiss on the cheek. We spent countless hours together being silly and talking on skype over the summers. He stayed the night after our Freshman homecoming and ate brownies and ice cream and watched Howl’s Moving Castle with me until the early morning hours.
He was the only guy to come to my 14th birthday party, during which we rode in a car for an hour with two other girls to my grandparent’s house to swim and eat. In fact I’ve never met a guy with such a good appetite.
Sebastian writes beautifully. He’s witty, sharp, and knows when to verbally bitch-slap me when I’m being stupid or dramatic. Yet he’s there with a shoulder for me to cry on if I need him. He never lets me hurt by myself and cares about everyone he meets. Sebby knows how to deal out tough love in the right amounts. “Two parts love and one part abuse!”
I was the first person he came out to. “I figured if I couldn’t like you, I couldn’t like girls at all.”
Sebastian is one of the best friends I will ever have, and I love him more than anything. If I want to keep in touch with anyone after high school, it’s this boy. My best friend. My brother. The man I would marry if he liked women, no doubt. My boy.