he and she (cont.)

she thinks that he might like she... she's pretty much positive he likes she!

that should have made she happy, and it sorta did

but...

a texan cowboy came along and made she melt.

she still likes he

but now, she also loves the texan cowboy

Truly a Novel of Love and War

My Rating:  * * * * *

"It was inevitable, perhaps, that at that particular moment the little orchestra was overtaken by nostalgia and chose to play a waltz. It was very queer to see a bowl of fruit, birds, a cello, pierrots, pierrettes, and harlequins intermingling upon the floor, swaying and whirling to the music of a dead empire. But Amalia did not notice, and even Dietrich was forgotten for the moment.

"'How is it, Andrzej,' she asked, 'that music, more than anything else, can so eloquently call up the past?'

"His eyes, vividly green behind the mask that hid so little, locked with hers as the room turned around them.'Perhaps it's because music speaks to the heart, Amalia, and not the mind. The heart is ... unaware of the passage of time.'

"When the music was over, its magic was slow to recede, and Amalia was left with a heart pounding as though she had run a race. Would this be the last time she waltzed with Andrzej?"

he and she

he was there all along

as long as she could remember

but all this time that she knew he,

she never realized how much she truly enjoyed having he around;

she never realized how much she truly loved he--

until now

she struggles to regain her composure every time he comes around

but why was she just now discovering how much she loved he? 

the answer will always remain unknown

for now, i will continue telling you the stories of he and she-- until she no longer loves he. 

when will that day come? 

no one knows

be

I wanna be,

wanna feel free.

walk on the beach

no shoes, no cares

feel the wind blowing through my hair

i'll let the waves hit my feet

feel the warmth on my face,

feel the heat

i don't care if people stop and stare

i want to just take in that salty air

I wanna be,

just wanna feel free.

Je suis riche! Très Riches!

I think I have seen more

rain 

than 

snow

this winter.

Ugh.

I can't believe it! Christmas is in 2 days! 

Where did December go?

Oh my! 

Has it really been almost a week of Christmas Break?

Where did time go?

I have spent more time in my pajamas than in real people clothes.

I feel lazy.

But yet at the same time I don't. (Like lazy but not :) I have babysat so many times this week... it's AMAZING!

I actually have money in my wallet!

HA je suis riche! Très Riches! (mmBWAAHH I have approx. $200!! Yay ME!!)

Tomorrow I am going to participate in two Christmas Celebrations- goodie goodie!

Hopefully I will feel more Christmas spirit after that... It doesn't feel like Christmas is supposed to be here yet. Especially with all of this rain...

I was sad to see our Christmas Jar Tradition slowly die. That was one thing I truly looked forward to every Christmas. I have decided to have my own Christmas Jar next year. I am going to do it all by myself and hopefully it will be enough... I will try to keep this tradition alive with myself! (wish me luck!)

Here is some lyrics to help ya be ready for CHRISTMAS!!!

"When it snows, ain't it thrillin'

though your nose gets a chillin.

A beautiful sight

we're happy tonight

Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland!"

"Oh the weather outside is frightful

but the fire is so delightful.

And since we have no place to go

*LET IT SNOW*  *LET IT SNOW*  *LET IT SNOW*"

Seriously.

Just let it snow.

Lahve

Yeah.

I am in love.

Lahve, that is.

And it feels good.

I was reading in one of my favorite Christmas books, The Gift, when I came across something that describes what I call, the best kind of lahve! (Since it is written in the perspective of a man and I am a woman, I am going to change words to make it so the quote fits me, a woman.)

"[He is handsome]- not in a magazine cover way, but to my way of thinking, even better. [He is] comfortable."

The best kind of lahve makes one 

comfortable.

Comfortable as in the way two puzzle pieces come together, fitting perfectly. There is no question whether or not they actually fit- colors and shape- it all comes together comfortably.

"Just A Dream" by Nelly - Sam Tsui & Christina Grimmie