( Love actually, the slide show the guy made )
( Serendipity, when they meet again on the icerink)
just to name a couple. I'll still say that the most romantic thing someone can say is
That may never happen in real life, but, well, it should damnit. We need more "awww' moments and less sad occurances in life.
I was asked last night if I knew, without a doubt, that I could accomplish one goal in my lifetime, before I die, with the full knowledge that it would be done, at the expense of myself. (thank you mr. szabo for the question). I thought about it, and I have one response. I would like to write the most romantic or passionate poem of our time. Thats kinda it. I want to be successful at work but at least right now, that feels like a given. I want a good marriage and I want to help people, but I also feel like those are things that are just going to happen during my lifetime. But THAT good of a poem? just something id like to do. show everyone that romance still exists and sex isnt just about "backing that ass up"
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Oh come on, 'backing that ass up'? Hehe. Course I always thought of it as 'getting some' or, well, there are several other terms but...
Proving romance isn't dead...I suppose someone wouldn't have to go too far to prove that to me. I believe in it, I know it's out there, but it's odd to 'see' it, for example, your blog and such postings as this. It's nice, it's refreshing, it's honest.
The slide show...god I think I cried through the whole thing. And you feel so bad for him, but you know you don't want to ruin the lives of the other two people, gawd, he was sweet.
Stay with it, just don't actually die after writing the poem...unless of course you're like 102 or something at the time, cause then I suppose it's okay...where the crap am I going with this? lol...ignore me...
It's not?! Fuck, Mike. I wish someone hadda told me that when I was... um... that age when I decided to find out what it was about for myself.
Kissing in the snow... ah, man. To me it doesn't feel like you're smack in the middle of the universe and the threads of time are woven around you, or each flake has a thousand little mirrors reflecting your perfect love, or anything like that. But it's very romantic indeed. Like kissing in the rain, only much softer. And everyone looks beautiful in white.
I would say you and I might engage each other in a friendly wager, as to who's going to write the most romantic poem of our time. Then I remembered that I don't 'do' romantic poems and wondered if maybe you ever write about really good sex, or perhaps how crazy your mother is?
Two years ago. 3:15 in the morning. My ass of a boyfriend was not home from 'work' yet. I was getting pretty damned tired of playing the stupid fool girlfriend.
So I got up and called my best friend (who at that time was teaching English in Japan) and cried my eyes out.
After we hung up the phone, she called another friend of ours and asked him to check up on me. I thought I heard something outside, but I ignored it because I was half asleep. Then I heard it again so I wrapped myself in blankets, went down the stairs, and opened the door.
He had given up by then and was walking back to his truck. I did not yell after him. Instead, I just sort of walked behind him until we were both on the street. He turned around and saw me. We didn't say anything at all. We just met each other out in the middle of the road.
He hugged me and kissed me on the top of my head. I looked up to him and kissed him. He kissed me back.
At some point during all this, it had started snowing. I remember thinking hey you don't see that every day in Texas. But I remember his face the most. All his features were simplified in that light. I had seen his face practically every day for years, but it always seemed so complicated. My guess is I thought it would be much harder to cross the line of friendship.
The snow that managed to fall on us melted away and we were getting wet. It wasn't rain. It shone differently from rain so we didn't mind it.
Anyway, the snow did give our kiss an element of romance. We hadn't experienced snow very often and we hadn't ever seen each other as anything other than friends so the snow and the situation just sort of enhanced our mutual sense of excitement.
I left for New York shortly after that. Now I see too much damned snow every day.
But you're right. There is something about a first snow. It makes you want to kiss someone and it makes you want that kiss mean something.
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