The Dreamer
She loves to dream. She likes wondering about what could have been, should have been, and may have been. She loves looking at the night-sky - who knows, a shooting star may just fly past one day and she will be able to make her wish. Her wish to be with you.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
you're coming back to haunt me . again.
♥Saturday, April 24, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Dear Knight-in-Shining-Armor-Lost-in-a-State-of-Ignorance,
This is crazy. This could turn into something unimaginable, so overwhelming special or it could turn into nothing but a vast open space of excruciating agony and confusion tangled together with absolutely no meaning. Yet, I take a chance baby. Maybe one day you would look my way. Maybe one day you would figure out why the sky is blue and why you haven’t decided to knock on my door just yet.
This is to you. The one whose presence I feel as I watch every sunrise and sunset. The one who fills my dreams with joys beyond description. The one who smiles as I wonder about mermaids and fairies and guardian angels. This is to you - the one who will bake brownies with me on Saturday mornings and laugh with me when it turns out burnt. The one who will snuggle up with me at night as I watch that horror flick that is not really horrifying but I pretend it is anyway just so you would hold me close.
See, I still cannot figure out what’s taking you so long to gather up your pretty white horse and trot along the hills and valleys just to find me. Actually, I don’t quite need a white horse. I don’t need to see the titanic or the milky way with all its glossy lights and magical mists. I don’t need a thousand red roses interspersed with the occasional pure white ones (my favorite) and I don’t need you to catch all the stars in the inky black sky and hide them in your palm for me. I don’t need you to bring me the rainbows I love so. I just need you to find your way to me. Somehow.
This is to you. The one I will write a thousand crazy love letters to even though you will never read them. This is to you, for the way you made me smile without even knowing you did. This is for the way you made me feel like Moses parted the blue, blue waters so that we can walk hand in hand to our destination of little cottages, flowers and lots of love. This is to you - the one who gave me pain like I’ve never felt before. This is for the hugs you will never give, the kisses I will never get.
Then again, it doesn’t bother me that you don’t know all this. Because your eyes, the way you smile makes me want to do a little dance in the craziest of all places on the busiest of all days. Maybe one day you would know. For that, I will wait. For as long as it takes. Right here.
Because maybe. Just maybe. You’re gonna be the one that saves me.
With lots of love,
The-Girl-who-Catches-Raindrops-so-They-Don’t-Fall
-anonymous.
♥Thursday, April 22, 2010