So a couple of weeks ago, I ran into my childhood bff. She recently had her first kid and it just seemed so strange to me, even though I knew she was married and many of our peers were already married with children. She looked the same as she had since college, but somehow, it felt like we were light years apart. She's so ready for family life and here I am still single and restless. Sigh!
A few days ago, I met a nice young, but not too young gentleman. Unfortunately, I am terrible with names and faces. I sometimes remember one or the other but not both. Or rather, what they wore or liked, if it stood out. In this case, I absolutely cannot recall his name - not even the first letter. And I only have a vague recollection of his portrait. Sigh!
All I can say is that he is Asian, tanned, sensible, intelligent and attractive in a geeky way. I was at a market and he steered me away from a cart run amuck. It was nice to be in someone's arms again, even if it were brief and a stranger's. His face brushed against mine, and well, that's all I can think about since. I believe I did manage a, 'Thank you." Perhaps he'll remember my face when we do meet again. Sigh!
Monday, May 3, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Close Your Eyes
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And I'll Kiss You,
Tomorrow I'll Miss You,
Remember, I'll Always Be True.
Of course I still think about him. Maybe not as frequently nor as intensely as previous, but how can I forget?
I'll Pretend That I'm Kissing,
The Lips I Am Missing,
And Hope That My Dreams Will Come True.
I'm a romantic. Not hopeless. Just persistent. And unrelenting. Even if I know better. Even if the world says otherwise. For I cannot surrender. I've invested too much.
And While You're Away,
We'll Write Home Everyday,
And I'll Send All My Loving to You.
I will cherish the past and look forward, towards the future. And I'll miss him. Because I am missing him. And I still believe.
=(
And I'll Kiss You,
Tomorrow I'll Miss You,
Remember, I'll Always Be True.
Of course I still think about him. Maybe not as frequently nor as intensely as previous, but how can I forget?
I'll Pretend That I'm Kissing,
The Lips I Am Missing,
And Hope That My Dreams Will Come True.
I'm a romantic. Not hopeless. Just persistent. And unrelenting. Even if I know better. Even if the world says otherwise. For I cannot surrender. I've invested too much.
And While You're Away,
We'll Write Home Everyday,
And I'll Send All My Loving to You.
I will cherish the past and look forward, towards the future. And I'll miss him. Because I am missing him. And I still believe.
=(
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