Sunday, 2 September 2012
So Many Opportunities
I don’t think that we’ll end up getting married. I don’t think that will be our ending.
But between right now and that breakup we have so much to experience together and so
many opportunities, it’s pointless to think about the end right now
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The One
Head in her hands, through her muffled tears she told me 'If you meet the right one never let him go'.
This cheesy advice heard thousands of times in movies suddenly meant something coming from her. Panic coursed through me as my head filled with thousands of questions. But one burned brighter than the rest:
Was he the one?
A old fear I had buried deep away allowed its self time in the sun again. Being with him had made me happy, happier than with anyone else before him. But did that mean he was 'right'? Time suddenly felt like it was running out, and my palms were sweaty. Had I made a mistake?
Finally the sensible side of my consciousness gave me the shake I needed.
Paranoia, and myths.
He wasn't for me. It was just a fling.
After all, I don't think there is such thing as the perfect 'one'.
Drive
I watched Drive again today. It is better than I remember it- although I think the first time I was distracted by someone chatting the entire way through.
And on a side note I'd just like to point out that Mr. Gosling is one good looking chap.
Poems in fire alarms
I had a dream last night that I discovered a poem tucked away in a fire alarm. This poem was from the 1800's by a woman called Claire Dunn. I decided I needed to find out more about this Claire Dunn and so I found out where she used to live, an overgrown cottage in the English countryside where I found more of her poems stuffed behind a loose stone in the wall.
I have no idea why a poem of that age would be undiscovered in a fire alarm but it was. Dream me has no sense of historical accuracy.
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