“Let me get this straight.” He took in a deep breath and turned on his side so that he was gazing into her beautiful stormy eyes. “You think that things have changed because I haven’t put any moves on you.” He paused. “When I thought that you didn’t want me to put the moves on you.”
A smile graced her lips. “You make it sound…”
“Do you think that I don’t want to?”
She opened her mouth then clamped it shut. “Because that is the furthest from the truth. I have to take a cold shower every night because I am always overheating whenever I’m around you.” He pulled a careless hand through his hair although his eyes never left hers. And then he was moving closer. To his surprise as well as delight she did not back off but stood her ground. “I’m going to…”
Victoria didn’t give him time to finish that sentence as she pressed her lips to his in order to receive his kiss. At the last possible second, she closed her eyes as Nick thoroughly explored her mouth with a hunger that could no longer be contained.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Fall Out
We can sit here and rehash every damned thing we ever said or done but what will that change? Not a damned thing. I’ve been searching my whole life for the answers and they simply elude me. I haven’t given up hope but I’m sitting back and taking a breather. The heart is a funny thing. One minute it can be as tough as nails and then just as quickly a sharp word can cause a gash that can actually bleed out. We are all guilty of opening our mouths without thinking of the fallout. I’ve come to the conclusion that no matter how you slice it that sometimes the truth is a bitter pill to swallow and facing it is ten times worse. My days of walking on eggshells are gone forever. Sure, I think about what I’m going to say before I say it but sometimes when someone hurts us we lash out wanting to hurt them back.
When I was in my twenties, I must have been delusional. Thirties, just getting the falling in love forever thing and the forties... Well, the forties have me rethinking everything I have ever said and everything I have ever done in my life. I think the realization hit me when I recognized the real reason I may have started writing to begin with. It makes perfect sense to some degree. I was hurting deeply when it all began and felt the need to let the pain flow from my heart to the paper, the pen being the medium from which it flowed. And I must admit it helped to some degree. It never eased the pain in my heart from losing that special someone I had loved so dearly. It had only made it more bearable. And that is the most sense that I can make out of it, almost twenty-five years after the fact.
If I ever decided to sit down and write my life story it would never make the first cut, either that or my heart may bleed out before I even hit the teenage years. Yet, I have gotten through it and know that God had always been there, always had his hand on my life, even when I had walked away from him.
In the last year or so I find that I am finally seeing people for who they are. I’m looking at how life is but a drop in the bucket while I also feel like I am running out of time. I seem to be racing against this unknown force, which I gather might be time and I feel as though I am falling so far behind.
We need to do the best with what we have. I have always been a survivor and I know I will continue to be. I also strive for bigger and better goals. Quitting is/was never an option. Sometimes you need to move on from the point that you are at. You can’t go back so you need to go on from exactly where you are. I know they say that tomorrow is another day, but sometimes tomorrow never comes. Morbid, no! Reality, yes!
So, maybe we should do the following:
Sing like no one can hear you.
Dance like no one is watching.
Laugh out loud.
Look around at God’s masterpiece in awe.
Love without conditions.
Never, go to bed angry.
Life is too short so get out there and create some new memories!
When I was in my twenties, I must have been delusional. Thirties, just getting the falling in love forever thing and the forties... Well, the forties have me rethinking everything I have ever said and everything I have ever done in my life. I think the realization hit me when I recognized the real reason I may have started writing to begin with. It makes perfect sense to some degree. I was hurting deeply when it all began and felt the need to let the pain flow from my heart to the paper, the pen being the medium from which it flowed. And I must admit it helped to some degree. It never eased the pain in my heart from losing that special someone I had loved so dearly. It had only made it more bearable. And that is the most sense that I can make out of it, almost twenty-five years after the fact.
If I ever decided to sit down and write my life story it would never make the first cut, either that or my heart may bleed out before I even hit the teenage years. Yet, I have gotten through it and know that God had always been there, always had his hand on my life, even when I had walked away from him.
In the last year or so I find that I am finally seeing people for who they are. I’m looking at how life is but a drop in the bucket while I also feel like I am running out of time. I seem to be racing against this unknown force, which I gather might be time and I feel as though I am falling so far behind.
We need to do the best with what we have. I have always been a survivor and I know I will continue to be. I also strive for bigger and better goals. Quitting is/was never an option. Sometimes you need to move on from the point that you are at. You can’t go back so you need to go on from exactly where you are. I know they say that tomorrow is another day, but sometimes tomorrow never comes. Morbid, no! Reality, yes!
So, maybe we should do the following:
Sing like no one can hear you.
Dance like no one is watching.
Laugh out loud.
Look around at God’s masterpiece in awe.
Love without conditions.
Never, go to bed angry.
Life is too short so get out there and create some new memories!
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