Nonetheless, I’m blessed to experience those things, those romantic times, those sunsets, those sun lights. And they were beautiful and warmed up my soul. I want more. I want it forever. I want it with you, my future for life who, well, umm, I haven’t met. LOL.
Those beautiful things are:
- Night and Early morning silence, except the sound of bugs here and there.
- Yawns, yawns and yawns I lazily made each morning.
- Cold breeze I felt when I woke up.
- Soft light made its way through the pinhole of the wooden room to warm up the cold and to let us know, it’s time to get up.
- Rain and dew on the grass. I thought if water was cocktails, and I was the grass, I’d be sooo drunk and died to heaven right there.
- Weird feeling while walking with my bare feet on the wet morning grass and smelt the flowers. Oh, glistering with joy, except it itched me a little after walking back and forth for too long.
- Ooohh and aaahh with those beautiful creatures. Flowers and natures. The birds and the bees. The dragonflies and the butterflies. The excitement was jumping in and out of my bones.
- Kids. I could have died to have them with me when I was in those moments. Bee & Belle, of course. MissMissMiss.
- Laying on our back under the tall trees in the thick and dense forest, near the coolest and calmest lake, listening to the cricket’s songs, talking nothing but swapping our childhood stories and how our days went by. Once in a while the leaves fell, by dancing slowly in the air, while the sunlight making its way through the trees to touch our faces, then we laughed quietly.
- Beyond the top of the tree that marked the end of the woods, I could see the sunlight, and the blue sky. The birds sang, the crickets chirped and we played with the waters fissure. Stones were here and there. We massaged and we shampooed each other, we sang, we joked, we laughed, and we sank ourselves deepen right there in the water, and once in a while, we choked. I was absorbed with love and fun.
- Upon the sky, there’s the moon. The biggest and brightest one of the whole time. She only showed her pretty and charming face once every 20 years. Sweet sun, thank for sending me the moon. I glowed with love.
- Before putting ourselves into a peaceful rest, we give ourselves to best treat by rolling in under blanket with each other to watch those romantic yet funny movies until we fell asleep like the kids whom their mum warned not to watch late night cartoons, because it’s not good.
- On 2am, we woke up, doing nothing, but swapping again. Here we go, every-boys-we-met and how-the-love-went stories to tell to put ourselves back to sleep. And of course, I was always a good listener, but given that I got to understand deeply how it really felt by love, why not?
And I’m so soaked up with love just thinking about this dreamy moment, which made me think a lot about City of Romance, PARIS and City of Love, ITALY. How can I reach out to there?
We always made the best partners on trip. And perhaps, we’re made of PEACE, LOVE and HAPPINESS. LOL. Well, in fact, I got it from PINK, sugar scrub product. LOL.
P.S. Foolishly, I wish my big heart and pretty cousin was a guy I love, really. (Alright, I’m definitely not lesbian, in case, you worry about it. LOL)
Those beautiful things are:
- Night and Early morning silence, except the sound of bugs here and there.
- Yawns, yawns and yawns I lazily made each morning.
- Cold breeze I felt when I woke up.
- Soft light made its way through the pinhole of the wooden room to warm up the cold and to let us know, it’s time to get up.
- Rain and dew on the grass. I thought if water was cocktails, and I was the grass, I’d be sooo drunk and died to heaven right there.
- Weird feeling while walking with my bare feet on the wet morning grass and smelt the flowers. Oh, glistering with joy, except it itched me a little after walking back and forth for too long.
- Ooohh and aaahh with those beautiful creatures. Flowers and natures. The birds and the bees. The dragonflies and the butterflies. The excitement was jumping in and out of my bones.
- Kids. I could have died to have them with me when I was in those moments. Bee & Belle, of course. MissMissMiss.
- Laying on our back under the tall trees in the thick and dense forest, near the coolest and calmest lake, listening to the cricket’s songs, talking nothing but swapping our childhood stories and how our days went by. Once in a while the leaves fell, by dancing slowly in the air, while the sunlight making its way through the trees to touch our faces, then we laughed quietly.
- Beyond the top of the tree that marked the end of the woods, I could see the sunlight, and the blue sky. The birds sang, the crickets chirped and we played with the waters fissure. Stones were here and there. We massaged and we shampooed each other, we sang, we joked, we laughed, and we sank ourselves deepen right there in the water, and once in a while, we choked. I was absorbed with love and fun.
- Upon the sky, there’s the moon. The biggest and brightest one of the whole time. She only showed her pretty and charming face once every 20 years. Sweet sun, thank for sending me the moon. I glowed with love.
- Before putting ourselves into a peaceful rest, we give ourselves to best treat by rolling in under blanket with each other to watch those romantic yet funny movies until we fell asleep like the kids whom their mum warned not to watch late night cartoons, because it’s not good.
- On 2am, we woke up, doing nothing, but swapping again. Here we go, every-boys-we-met and how-the-love-went stories to tell to put ourselves back to sleep. And of course, I was always a good listener, but given that I got to understand deeply how it really felt by love, why not?
And I’m so soaked up with love just thinking about this dreamy moment, which made me think a lot about City of Romance, PARIS and City of Love, ITALY. How can I reach out to there?
We always made the best partners on trip. And perhaps, we’re made of PEACE, LOVE and HAPPINESS. LOL. Well, in fact, I got it from PINK, sugar scrub product. LOL.
P.S. Foolishly, I wish my big heart and pretty cousin was a guy I love, really. (Alright, I’m definitely not lesbian, in case, you worry about it. LOL)
8 comments:
Hey hey hey! Nice to read from you again, and it seems like you're one step closer to becoming poet or a novelist these days. I'm glad you have your moment of time.
Oh, I love the pictures, esp the heart-shape hole, awesome job! I wonder who is so romantic enough to dig it, and where did you take them? It looks so fresh and colorful. Boy, I wish I could own a pro-cam someday.
PS: I thought you said you've never been in love. Well, I found it quit amusing when you use the L-word with yourself, don't worry, nobody thinks you're a homo, it takes a lot of courage to be one, lol!
wow, i like the 2nd picture very much!
LOL It’s flattering to hear you say this, but hey don’t you think you like them? I mean poem and all. Those things just warm you heart and soul, you just can forget about foolish world and dream about what’s sentimental. It sound unpractical, but why do I care?
I found this heart-shape hold by accident. It’s on top of BouSra waterfall. I don’t think someone dug it or else. I must happen naturally. Because there are a lot of holes out there, but all are the round ones. I wish I could own a pro-cam too. But since it’s not on top of my priority, forget it. You know I planned to have it when I have kids. LOL. Insane, eh?
Well, you’re right, but I’m popular out there about I’m a homo. LOL. Especially, my mum asked me seriously last time if I happen to be one. LOL. God! Super-duper electric SHOCK!
Thank you oudatedpenanguncle.
Oh wow, the hole is natural? I guess, the nature is more romantic than humans then. Lol..Well I used to have a poetry course at school, my American prof made us recite poems in class, it was challenging but also amazing, I learned a lot and started to love poems ever since. And when you wrote stuff like that, you sounded as sentimental as a writer, I told you many times, you have talent for writing emotions, it would be awesome if you write something like poems or novels.
Seriously?! How come your mom asked you that? I meant if she really did ask you about it, it must be that you start acting weird around her, do you? Well, I like you as a straight girl, but if you're a homo, I like you more. hehehe jkd :D
Yes! Human is cruel. Unlike un-living creature, or i might say living creature that cannot speak! jkd. For sure i’ll write something sentimental and all, but not this time being. You know what? To my astonishment, I’ve never read books for a big while now. Bummer, eh?l
Seriously! When she wants to say something to me, before being straight-forwarded, she always brings up some stories related to what she means to say first, and then there she goes, it’s always about me. Like this homo thing, she brought up a story about her adopted daughter of her friend who finally turned out to be lesbian, because she always rejected every man and every marriage proposals. Tadah! That’s the point. Before she finished, I looked at her and asked: “Don’t tell me you doubt me that I’m a lesbian also?” She answered: “YES!” Oh my goodness, I couldn’t believe my ears you know.
Well hey, like me more???? thank you for supporting homo. LOL
Mark your own words, I'll be waiting to read your something sentimental until spiders make web on me! Did you read my post titled, "You Have The Write To Shine" yet? I guess I had answered your want-to-read and want-to-write question better.
Well, sound familiar, my lady also approaches things that way, she always bring up various cases from other people but the point is she only want to lecture me...*sigh* old people.
What? Are you telling me that you're a homo now? You said thank for supporting homo and stuff, whatcha say?
Arrgghhhh... Did I just make some promise? lol Well, I hope i can make it. I didn't read it through, but I sure will do.
Seem like our ladies have a hard time of approaching us? lolz But I like it that way though.
Everyone think I'm homo, so you can think this way too, but i'm not gonna be happy with that! LOL JKD.
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