Me too, she whispered.

They were lying in bed, close to one another. Despite the movie playing in the T.V. and the loud sounds it made, all she could hear was her beating heart, which seemed to be beating at 100 m/h. All she could feel were his arms around her and his breath at her neck. All she could think was about him, together with her just as they were.

She tried to focus on the movie, Gosh, calm down. He'll notice. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. And just as she did, he whispered into her ear, ''I love you.'' And then it was just as if, the world had stopped. Everything went quiet, and that short phrase resonated in her mind. Her eyes widened and a broad smile appeared in her face.

She didn't hesitate to turn around and look at him. He looked nervous and anxious, waiting for a response. Just how hard did he try to be able to say that? It must have been scary. She looked into his eyes and asked, hoping to find some reassurance to what he said, which seemed too good to be true, ''R-Really?''

He smiled broadly as well, ''Yes, really. I love you.''

She could feel her eyes getting teary. Just how long did I wait to hear that? Just how hard did I try to be able to hear that? And now, he said it. He ... loves me back. Gosh, he loves me back. She wiped off the tears before they rolled down her cheeks and just kept on smiling. ''I love you, too.'' She buried her face in his chest, ''Gosh, I love you, too.''

She was the happiest she had ever been. And still is, because up to this day, he loves her back.

Missing you.

It's funny how just when I get to see you,
it feels as though I have to say goodbye.
Oh, how I loathe doing so.
If only, if only I could stay forever by your side.
There is nothing, absolutely nothing I want more than that.

I miss you when you are gone, I miss you when you are around.
Does that make sense? I simply miss you every time.
I struggle through each day, impatient, for that one time
when I get to see you, to talk to you.

There is nothing more soothing to me than the sound of your voice.
If I am ever feeling frustrated or lonely or sad or scared,
Listening to your voice saying ''Everything will be alright,''
Calms me down, as a warm embrace on a chilly night.

There is nothing more comforting to me than your arms around me.
Whenever I feel lost, whenever I feel stressed, whenever I feel down,
Your arms around me, your body's warmth, your beating heart -
They make me feel safe, with you I know I'll be okay.

And those things, those two little things -
Listening to you and touching you,
They are the things I wish for the most.
The things that I want the most.
The things that I miss the most.

Sometimes I start thinking, About us.
About everything we have gone through.
About everything we are going through.
And about everything we will live together in the future.

And those are the times, when I miss you the most.
When I remember our silly games or our random talks.
When I think about your caring touch.
And recall the sound of your lively laugh.

Oh, I miss you darling.
I miss you so very much.
And it kills me,
being so close yet so far apart.
I just can't wait for the days when
It's no longer a good bye, but a good night.

So, darling .... Good night!

And remember, I love you.
I love you, I love you, I love you.

To the moon and back.

Your forever is all that I need.

Stay for tonight
If you want to, I can show you
What my dreams are made of
as I'm dreaming of your face.
I've been away for a long time
Such a long time
And I miss you there.
I can't imagine being anywhere else.
I can't imagine being anywhere else but here.

How the hell did you ever pick me?
Honestly, 'cause I could sing you a song
But I don't think words can express your beauty.
It's singing to me.
How the hell did we end up like this?
You bring out the beast in me.
I fell in love from the moment we kissed.
Since then we've been history.

They say that love is forever.
Your forever is all that I need.
Please stay as long as you need.
Can't promise that things won't be broken,
but I swear that I will never leave.
Please stay forever with me.

It goes to show,
I hope that you know that you are
What my dreams are made of
And I can't fall asleep
I lay in my bed awake at night.

And I'll fall in love, you'll fall in love.
This could mean everything, everything to me.
Oooh, this could mean everything to me.

They say that love is forever.
Your forever is all that I need.
Please stay as long as you need.
Can't promise that things won't be broken,
but I swear that I will never leave.
Please stay forever

The way that we are
Is the reason I stay.
As long as you're here wth me,
I know I'll be okay.

They say that love is forever.
Your forever is all that I need.
Please stay, please stay as long as you need.
Can't promise that things won't be broken,
but I swear that I will never leave.
Please stay forever with me.

[... If I'm James Dean, you're Audrey Hepburn ... I simply love this song!]

I'll always be here for you.

I'll always be here for you, love.
If you ever need someone, I'm here.
Don't doubt to talk to me.
Anytime.
Wake me up at night and talk to me until sunrise.
Until you feel better.
Until you fall asleep.
Until you are calm.
Because, no matter what, I'll stay here.
I'll wait as long as I have to
For you to feel comfortable and tell me how you feel.
I'll stay because I want you to know
That it will be forever this way.
That no matter how tired I may be
Or the problems I may have,
I'll always lock those away
And concentrate on you.
On helping you.
On making you feel better and happy.
Because, if you are happy, so am I.
So please remember, love.
I'll always be here for you.

Change of plans.

We all have plans for our future. Plans regarding jobs or housing or even love. And most people get desperate when little changes appear, putting at risk each tiny, carefully planned thing. But in some cases, those small changes are the things we so long for. For something unexpected to occur, something that will make our destination even better.

Romantic love.

It seems to me that dancing has lost all the magic it possessed. It used to be romantic, to be whimsical, to be unreal. Nowadays, it's just another mere and casual thing we do with people with don't really know nor care to.

Even so, slow dancing is still alive somewhere. We find it in the memories of grown couples, of the elderly, of those who grew up with that romantic aura around relationships.

There are remnants of it in old movies and books, in those individuals who seem to prefer a deeper, more private and sincere love.

When I was smaller, I yearned for that type of romantic love. And it is not that it is no longer around, it is just that it has changed.

But, I wouldn't change what we have for that. Because our love, just as it is, is perfect.
With those unexpected, small tokens of affection that brighten my day.
With those conversations in which we say nothing but understand everything.
With those gestures that convey emotions which words can't.
All those looks, those hugs, those kisses.
With that distance that shortens a bit every day, bringing us even closer together.
With all those smiles we direct at each other and the voice that pronounce each other's name.

Just as it is, our love is romantic.
And just as we are, it is everything for me.

Stay positive.

''I guess, if anything, it's about taking chances, even when you think you're all out chances. It's about giving forgiveness and unconditional love, even when it seems like you should only do the opposite. It's about trusting that God puts people in your life at certain moments so that you can capitalize the opportunity. It's all about the possibility. It's all about what you do with those possibilities. Life is short, but it moves so fast. Hand on and enjoy the ride. And when someone comes along with whom you enjoy spending the ride with, hold on tight.''

Love and lanterns.

Chapter 2.

   It was not long before Laura was back with a big glass of water. She handed it to me and left. I drunk it all in one drink. I was still thirsty. I looked at my phone again, 10:40. I glanced at my food, and suddenly my appetite was back. I ate everything, even had an extra blueberry and lemon muffin. My stomach seemed to thank me.
  Just as I was about to get up and leave, I remembered Megan was supposed to come back. I kept on peeking inside the cafeteria to see if she was coming or if I should reschedule with her. After about five minutes, I took out my notebook again. I looked around, when I saw John clearing tables. Again, my heart skipped a beat. Unconsciously, I began drawing him. His broad shoulders, his long arms, his angular hands and jaw, his eyebrows, his deep brown eyes, his black and curly hair, his lips, his eyelashes, his ears, his back, his neck, everything - absolutely everything - about him seemed perfect to me.
  I was almost done, when I saw Megan heading out to the terrace, walking towards me with some scones and what seemed like a chocolate custard. I closed my notebook and shoved it in my bag, blushing. I hope she did not see me. She placed the tray with the scones on the table, pulled a chair closer to me, sat and stared intently at me as she smiled.
  ''What?'' I ask, giggling.
  ''Nothing.'' She backed off a bit. ''So, how are you doing? How's work?''
  ''Well, I'm fine. Nabyi's grown quite a bit. Work's nice, although I did not picture myself writing and illustrating kid's books when I came here.'' I sighed, but then smiled a bit. ''Still, I love fan mail.'' My smile broadened as I recalled all the letters I got from the children who liked my stories, how I laughed when I read them and how they included their own versions of my drawings.
  I looked at the scones Megan brought. ''What's with those?'' I asked.
  ''Oh,'' she smiled mischievously. ''They're ... a little experiment.''
  ''An experiment?'' I was curious.
  ''Yep. Try this,'' she said after she took one, cut it in half and smeared some of that custard, and handed it to me.
  I looked at her uncertainly, but reached for the scone anyway. I closed my eyes as I took a bite of the fluffy bread. Megan looked at me expectantly.
  ''Chocolate and ... raspberry?'' I looked up at her and smiled. ''It is raspberry, isn't it?'' I took another bite. At that instant, my eyes opened widely. ''Cinnamon! There's cinnamon in this as well!'' I said eagerly.
  Megan laughed. ''Yes. In fact, there is raspberry and cinnamon in the chocolate custard. It's my newest invention. Do you like it?''
  ''I love it!'' I said as I reached for another scone and smeared even more custard than Megan had. She looked pleased. ''But, tell me about you. How's Pennsylvania? Did you like it? Did people treat you well? Did you learn a lot? How ... ''
  ''Woah, woah. Calm down. One question at a time. Let me see ...  Well, Pennsylvania's nice. I visited Philadelphia. Go Philles!'' She laughed. ''I've kinda become a baseball fan. What else ... Everyone was really nice. People at the restaurant were so patient. They helped me with everything I needed. Oh, actually, that's where I met John. He was my roommate back there and also a waiter. He came back with me. He's a really nice guy. Very nice.''
  ''Yeah, he seems that way.'' I took another scone.
  ''Anyways, wanna go out tonight?'' She asked as she grabbed a scone herself.
  ''Sure, that sounds ... Oh, sorry. I just remembered I had plans. I'm having dinner with this guy ... Remember Robert?'' I asked quizzically.
  ''Your neighbor?'' She clapped her hands and smiled. She asked enthusiastically, ''Are you finally together?''
  Just when she said that, John approached the table and grabbed a scone.
  ''Mind if I seat here? Business a bit low.'' His voice resonated in my ears.
  ''Not at all, go ahead.'' Megan said, signaling a chair next to her. Then she turned back to me. ''So, you and this Robert guy ...'' She smirked at me. ''My little girl's grown up!''
  I blushed. ''That's not it. We're just friends. That's it.'' I kept on glancing at John. He wasn't looking at me. Again, he stared at the bird that posed near us. I turned to Megan. She was looking at John, too. ''Are you two ...'' I thoughtlessly began asking. I stopped when I realized what I was doing. Luckily, they didn't seem to hear me. Thank god for my low voice. ''Anyways, it's getting late. I have to go home.''
  They turned to look at me when I said that. I left the money in the table, plus Laura's tip. I grabbed my coat and put it on. The flowers I bought almost fell. It was John who grabbed them before they did.
  ''Oh,'' I said. ''Those are yours, Megan. Your welcome back present.''
  John looked at me. I nodded. He turned to Megan and handed her the flowers. She was thrilled. She kept on thanking me, saying how thoughtful I was and that they were her favorite flowers. I just smiled and waved as I left the cafeteria. I looked up to the terrace and saw John smiling and waving. I blushed and smiled back.
  It was after twelve thirty when I arrived home. Nabyi greeted me with his usual high-pitched meow. ''Did you enjoy yourself while I was gone?'' Another meow. I laughed. I started putting away the groceries. ''Guess what? ... I met this guy today. He was ... he was really cute.'' I smiled to myself. I tended to to that, talk to my kitten. When I was done, I headed to my studio. Well, I call it a studio but it is actually the living room. Half of it. The other half has couches and coffee tables and stuff like that, though they are completely covered with canvases, paint tubes, and brushes.
  Making children books was nice, but what I really wanted was to have my own art gallery. So, every chance I had, I spent it there, painting and sculpting. I remembered when I first moved to Charlotte. It was miles away from everything I knew, and I was only nineteen. Just a girl, well not quite, but being on my own so far away from my family was scary. Now that I think about it, it was Robert who helped me get by the first year. I would've been lost without him helping me.
  I decided to paint today's sketches on canvases. So, I took out my notebook and opened it, looking for the drawing of the bird. Instead, I stumbled upon the drawing of John. I looked at it for what seemed like ages. I was mesmerized by it. He really is handsome, I thought as the tips of my hand stroked the drawing. This is it. I picked a big canvas and rested it on the wall. I styled my hair into a ponytail and rolled up my sleeves. Then, I began painting him.  Again, every single feature about him seemed perfect. I was so at ease doing it, that time flew by real quick. When I realized, it was already 7:50 pm. Gosh, I've been hours here. And I'm not nearly done. I looked at the time again. 7:50 ... 7:50! Robert! All of a sudden I remembered that I had to go to Robert's for dinner. I've gotta change, I thought as I run frantically around my home.
  When I was ready, it was 8:05. I left my house. ''I'll be back in an hour,'' I told my kitten. I could hear him meow outside the door. I turned left and walked three steps, before I reached Robert's apartment. I knocked. He opened immediately.
  ''Hey,'' he said trying to look cool. He leaned on the door and almost fell.
  ''Hello.'' I laughed. ''What are you doing?''
  ''Nothing, nothing.'' He fixed his shirt. He sure had dressed formally.
  '' ... Are you gonna invite me in?'' I asked, peeking inside.
  ''Oh, yeah. Sorry. Come on in.''
  He seemed flustered. He always did. Once inside, he guided me to the dinner table and helped me arrange my seat. He was always very courteous and polite with me. He offered me wine, which I declined.
  ''I don't really like wine. I'd rather have ...''
  ''Cinnamon tea,'' he interrupted and smiled. ''I know. Which is why I prepared some.''
  ''Really?'' I smiled. How thoughtful of him.
  Dinner was very nice. He made lasagna and a simple salad. Delicious. We spoke all throughout dinner. About my work, the weather, our families, just about anything. When we were done I leaned over and began looking for something in a paper bag I brought. He seemed curious as to what was there.
  ''I said I was bringing the dessert, remember? Nothing too fancy or complicated though. I'll borrow your kitchen,'' I said as I stood up and headed towards it.
  I already knew my way around his house. I had been over some many times the past years. Whenever I was alone, he'd invite me over. I returned and he smiled when he saw what I was carrying - a tray of plates with sponge cake, whipped cream, strawberries and a bit of chocolate.
  ''My specialty, deconstructed strawberry shortcake.'' I said happily.
  He smiled at me and helped me place the tray in the table. I had just sat down when he stood up.
  ''Now, my present.'' He demanded that I covered my eyes. ''I know it's a bit early but ... Happy Birthday, Anna. Open up.'' When I opened my eyes, a small music box lay before me. I opened it and the sweetest melody begun playing.
  ''Robert this is ... this is perfect.'' I was speechless. Every single detail in it was exquisite. ''Thank you. Really.'' I looked up and catched a glimpse of the clock on the wall. It was almost midnight. I stood up and turned at him. ''It's late. I'll go back.''
  ''I'll walk you,''  he said quickly.
  ''It's three steps away,'' I laughed.
  ''Then I'll walk you three steps.''
  When we arrived at my door, I opened it and turned. ''I had a lovely time. And that present was perfect. Thank you, really. I'd like to repay you.''
  ''So did I. And don't worry about it, you don't have to.'' He looked down. ''Well ...''
  ''Yes?'' I asked eagerly.
  ''There's one thing ...'' He took my hand and looked at my eyes. ''Please go out with me.''

Love and lanterns.

Chapter 1. 

     I covered my eyes. Gosh, it was too bright. I turned and tossed in bed, below my hand-sewn quilt. I sat up and saw my kitten sleeping next to my feet. 
    ''Hey, little guy,'' I said as I stroked it gently. The small, fuzzy black ball looked up at me and meowed gladly. It came closer to me and began kneading my thighs as it purred. I laughed. ''Well, good morning to you, too!'' I stayed in bed petting the warm creature for a little while, before getting up and heading to the kitchen.
   I left the room, and it followed after me. He always did that. Sometimes, he was too excited to go after me and almost made me trip. I tiptoed my way to the kitchen. Spring was barely beginning and the cool morning from winter were still a bit present. I sneezed and sniffed. I was still a bit sick.
   I reached out for a kettle, filled it with water, placed it on the stove and dropped in a broken cinnamon stick. It wasn't long before the smell of cinnamon filled my small home. I sneezed again. I went to the bathroom and turned the tub's faucet on so it begun filling with warm water. I headed to the sink and washed my teeth and face. I heard the whistling of the kettle just when I was done. The tub was almost filled as well. Perfect timing, I thought as I turned off the running water.
    Back at the kitchen, I grabbed a cup with cats on it. It was my favorite, the first thing I had ever made. I poured the cinnamon tea in it, added a couple of teaspoons of sugar and mixed. Then, I opened the refrigerator and began looking for some milk. It was practically empty. ''I've ought to do some shopping today,'' I said. Finally, I found a small milk carton behind two boxes of blueberries. Just as I opened the carton, my little kitten began meowing. Swiftly, it climbed onto the counter top and meowed frantically at me until I served a small plate of milk for him. I then poured a small splash of cold milk in my tea. And mixed again, I tasted it, and it was just perfect.
   '' 'Kay, now, a bath.'' I went back to my room and got a towel, then headed back to the bathroom, my cup of tea in hand. The water was still very warm, so I slipped out of my clothes and got into it. I poured a bit of rose-scented salts into the water. It was Saturday, early in the morning, and I couldn't be more relaxed. I stayed resting in the water for about ten minutes, eyes closed, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. After that, I cleaned my body and washed my hair. When I got out, I wrapped my body in the towel and walked to my room.
   ''Nabyi,'' I called out. Then, from under the sheets, my kitten appeared. ''There you are. Do you think it will be cold today? What should I wear?'' I asked it as I stared intently at the bunch of clothes I had. I ended up with a pair of jeans, boots, a white t-shirt and a light green sweater. I turned to my cat again, ''How do I look?'' It just blinked at me. ''Well, that's good enough,'' I said as I giggled and pet it.
   I walked up to my dressing table, opened one of the drawers and took out a hair drier and well, used it. I couldn't go out with my hair wet and risk getting sick again. I'd leave my hair down. When I was done, I did my makeup. Nothing too heavy. All I ever wore was lotion, a bit of powder, maybe concealer, and this amazing cream blush I had bought a few weeks ago. That's it. Oh, and lip balm. No mascara, no lipstick. Nothing like that. My friends thought I was weird - a twenty-two year old who wore almost no makeup at all.
   I took my phone and checked the time. Fifteen to nine. Perfect. I took my bag, checked that everything I needed was there - wallet, gloves, hand cream, notebook, pens, and colors. Cell phone in hand, I put on my coat and scarf and began heading out.
   As I unlocked the door, I turned and watched the small mess my apartment was. It was so tiny, it was just me, and it still was very messy. I'll clean it when I get back. Yes, I'll do that. I glanced at my feet and saw Nabyi. ''Take care of the house, will you?'' I asked it as I smiled and closed the door after me.
   I took the stairs instead of the elevator, I just felt like walking. Then again, it was only three floors. I reached the main floor and walked towards the door. I noticed one of my neighbors was just coming in.
  ''Morning, Robert. '' I said with a smile.
  ''Morning, 24b.'' He teased, as he struggled with a box full of flower pots.
  ''Stop calling me that. The name's Anna.'' I hissed playfully. ''Need any help with that?''
  ''No, no. I'm fine. Oh, but I do have something for you.'' He smirked.
  ''Really?'' I asked, excited. ''Gimme gimme!''
   He looked up and down at me. ''It looks like you were about to go out. I'll give it to you when you get back, drop by my place. Let's have dinner. 8 o'clock?''
   ''Again with the dinner thing, Robert ...''
   ''It'll just be dinner, I promise. Can't you have dinner with a friend?'' He pouted. ''Plus, you'll love what I got for you.''
   ''Well ...'' I said hesitantly. ''Okay. I'll bring dessert then.''
   ''Sweet,'' he said. He had this huge grin on his face.
   He was cute, that I can't deny. ''See you later, then. Bye bye!'' I said as I left the building. I hurried out, and looked back after a while. He was still there, and when he saw me he waved. I smiled, and turned again to keep walking. 
   I walked for around half an hour until I reached the market. Things were just so fresh there, I loved it. It was  Robert who showed that place to me when I had first moved in and knew no one. I bought lots of vegetables, some fruits, even dairy products and a bit of meat. Rice and pasta as well. The good thing was, though it was a lot, it didn't feel like it. I could carry the bags by my own perfectly.
  I begun walking back home, when my stomach begun to grumble and make weird noises. I just had tea that morning. I looked at my phone. A quarter after ten. Great, I guess I'll drop by then. I smiled at myself and began walking again. I passed by a flower shop, and stopped to buy some daisies. Then, I kept on walking.
  After about ten minutes, I arrived at a small cafeteria called The Starry Night. I entered and wind chimes rung. I loved it there. It had a very rustic and homey feel, among the city. I sat on the terrace, a couple of people were there. I left the grocery bags in the seat next to me, along with my coat and the flowers. A few seconds later, a girl arrived with a notepad and a menu arrived. She smiled at me.
  ''Good morning, miss. I hadn't seen you in a while. Would you like the usual?'' She asked politely.
  The usual. I smiled. ''Absolutely. Oh, and could you tell Megan I'm here?''
  She smiled back. ''Sure. I'll be right back with your order, then.''
  I nodded and glanced at the menu. Some things were new, but I'll stick to ''the usual''. I laughed. How many times had I come here in the past three years? I noticed something next to me. I turned and saw a small bird. It had reddish feathers and a white belly. What type of bird is it ... ? I wondered. Well, it doesn't really matter. I reached my bag slowly, as to not scare it away, and took out my notebook and some sketching pencils. I begun drawing it, so my view shifted from it to my notebook to it again and so on and so forth. I drew and painted it with some aquarelle pencils I had. I was almost done when it flew away.
  ''Wait!'' I yelled at it, as I stood up. Disappointed, I sat again.
  ''Don't worry, it'll come back. Always does.''
  I turned and saw a red haired woman standing there. She smiled warmly at me.
  ''Megan!'' I hugged her with no second thoughts. ''I heard you had finally come back from Pennsylvania, so I thought I'd pay you a visit.'' I fixed my hair and tied it under my ear, blushing a bit. I backed off a bit when I saw a guy behind her.
  ''Cute as ever, Anna.'' She noticed my surprise and apologized. ''Sorry. Anna, this is John. He just begun working part-time here. I was giving him a tour when Laura said you were here.''
  ''Hi.'' John said in a deep voice.
  ''H-Hi ...'' I said, as I looked down. I was nervous for some reason.
  He smiled widely at me. ''Relax, I don't bite.''
  And in that moment, I relaxed. I dropped my shoulders and took a deep breath. I looked up at him and our eyes met. My heart skipped a beat. For a second, I couldn't hear or see anything else but his smile and his voice. What's this? 
  ''Well, Anna. I've got to finish giving John the tour. I'll be back in a moment.'' Megan said, bringing me back to reality.
  ''Oh, sure.'' I said and sat again. I glanced at John. He was still smiling, though he was not looking at me. I followed his gaze and realized he was watching the bird. ''It came back ...'' I said faintly.
  ''Told ya'.'' Megan said triumphantly. ''Well, later. Come on, John''
  John nodded and turned to me. ''It was a pleasure, Anna.'' He smiled again.
  ''Y-Yeah ... Later.'' My gaze was fixed on his back until he was no longer there. My heartbeat had gone crazy and my throat was dry. I remembered his deep voice and smiled to myself. John ... His name felt so good in my lips.
  ''Miss?'' The girl, Laura, I suppose - from what Megan had told me - looked at me. ''Here's your order.'' She placed a plate of scrambled eggs and sausages with parsley flakes before me, as well as some toast and a cup of green tea. ''Is this okay?''
  ''Could I have some water, too?'' I asked.
  ''Sure., I'll be right back.''
  She left. I stared at my food. My mind was blank. Well, except for one thought ...
  

Love and lanterns.

Anna is a twenty-two year old girl living on her own in Charlotte, North Carolina. Her passion as a painter and sculptor brought her there when she turned 19. Since then, she has somehow managed to get by. Friendships, though difficult at first, flourished. She's content with her life. Or so she thought, until she met him ...

''He entered my life with no warning. He turned the empty fields of my heart into colored flower carpets. The skies once filled with clouds cleared, and the sun shone brightly. He ... he stole my heart.''

Will her innocent heart be able to withstand heartbreak to reach love? Or will the pain force her to back off and leave, as she did once before?

Writing skills.

So apparently, I have great writing skills. Well, that's what my friends say. And my boyfriend's been encouraging me to write a book. I've been toying 'round with the idea lately, and it seems quite fun.

So, I suppose I'll give it a try. Wish me luck, I guess?

Time with you.

Time sure flies by.

It was just three months ago when you first whispered ''I love you'' to me.

But my feelings for you go way back before that.

They go back to our first time hanging out.

To your first smile directed at me.

To the first time I heard your voice and thought,

''Gosh, that's the most beautiful sound ever.''

These past few months have been amazing.

And it's all thanks to you.

I feel so incredibly grateful that you are a part of my life.

You have truly become the meaning of it.

Everything I do is because and for you.

You're the why of all my smiles. The one behind my sighs. And who makes me blush.

And what makes me smile the most is

every little comment you make,

every allusion to our future together.

There is nothing I want more, than to grow old next to you.

To wake up next you and greet you with a ''Good morning, handsome.''

And the best part of it is

we are only fifteen.

We have a whole life before us.

Years of being together,

if you'd let me stay by your side.

I do think we are able to do so.

We will get by together.

Despite the discussions we may have,

or fights between us,

we'll get through it.

Thank you for being who you are.

And thank you for loving me,

even if I may be a handful sometimes.

I love you, darling!

Todo esto pasó tan rápido.

Es divertido como todo esto pasó tan rápido.

Jamas creí que me enamoraría de alguien tan profundamente en tan poco tiempo.
¿Cuanto tiempo ha pasado desde que mi corazón fue tuyo por primera vez? ¿Seis, ocho meses? 
No lo se. Lo único que se es que tu existencia en mi corazón crece cada día más.

Recuerdo tu sonrisa. Siempre tan brillante. Creo que eso fue lo primero que me atrajo de ti.
Eso y tu sentido del humor. Toda una tarde contigo hizo que riera más de lo que lo había hecho toda esa semana.
No parece tan difícil, considerando el hecho de que soy muy risueña y que hasta las cosas más pequeñas pueden animarme, pero creo que fue simplemente el hecho de que fueses tú.

Es en serio. No sé como paso. Siempre estuviste ahí, pero jamás me había fijado. Te veía pasar pero no me era relevante. Ya había hablado contigo, hace uno o dos años, y mi corazón no latió como ahora lo hace. Ni éramos amigos. Simplemente conocidos.
Entonces, ¿Qué cambio? ¿Fui yo? ¿Tu? ¿Nuestro alrededor?
No lo sé. Y francamente no me importa. Solamente me alegra el hecho de que ese cambio ocurriera porque 
gracias a eso estamos juntos.

El tiempo que pasamos juntos es tan maravilloso que a veces me arrepiento de no haberme dado cuenta de que te amaba antes. Me refiero a darme cuenta de que siempre estuviste ahí, y de que si te amo como eres ahora es por ser la persona que eras antes.

Me hubiera gustado conocerte de pequeño. Me has mostrado fotos y te ves tan tierno. ¡Le agradezco a Dios que creciste para ser tan guapo! Y te lo seguiré diciendo cada vez que te vea, como lo hago ahora, siempre. No entiendo porque dudas de eso. Siempre he pensado que eres guapo. ¿Sera porque siempre te he visto con ojos de amor? Creo que sí. Los demás no concuerdan del todo conmigo. ¿Pero que importan ellos?

[First thing I ever wrote. Seems like such a long time ago.]

Si te vas a enamorar de mi.

"Si te vas a enamorar de mí, tienes que saber de lo que te estás enamorando, y es justo que lo hagas. Te estás enamorando de mis inseguridades, mis complejos, y mi obsesión por saber lo que todos piensan de mí, te estás enamorando de mis peleas, de mis dichos, y de mis Locuras. Te estás enamorando de mi inmadurez, mi constante necesidad de sentirme amada, y apreciada, mis lágrimas que salen solas, mi tendencia a ser una desordenada, y a veces maniática con mis libros. Te estás enamorando de mi problemático pasado, de mis esperanzas, mis ilusiones, y mis sueños. Soy una chica sin esperanza sobre lo romántico en mi corazón, y espero que puedas cambiarlo. Si te enamoras de mí, te enamoras de mi odio a mi persona a veces, de mis imperfecciones, y de mi percepción de que nadie podría amarme. Pero también, te estás enamorando de la forma en que mis ojos brillan cuando están contigo, la forma en que mi sonrisa se ensancha cuando te veo, mis mensajes deseándote buenos días/noches. Te estás enamorando de una persona que casi siempre tiene chistes que contar, por muy malos que sean. Que a todo le saca un lado bueno, o sólo un lado, y que acompaña a todo con una canción, te estás enamorando de la manera en que me sonrojo, y demás cuándo la gente me pregunta sobre ti. Pero para mí, lo mas importante, es que te estás enamorando de mí, cosa que nunca pensé que nadie haría."

Grow old with you.

I love you, I really do.
And I want to spend my life with you, I'm willing to.
I know I'm young. And may seem naive.
But despite what everyone says I still believe
that this love is real and everlasting,
and will always be breath-grasping.

I long to sleep by your side,
to hold you tight in the night.
To be the first thing you see when you awake,
and be the one who your breakfast makes.

We've been together for only a little while,
and talk of future always makes me smile.
The ''I want to grow old with you''
And ''I'll never leave your side, I'll never let you go''
They brighten my day.
They make me glad about today.

There are many things I want to do with you.
I want to hug you. And kiss you. And hold you.
But most of all,
I want to grow old with you. 

A Frantic Lovers Words.

We are not defined by skype or video calls
or texts messages or distance
and I won't let those things change us.
I miss you like hell
and I love you like heaven
but that doesn't change the fact that
this gets fucking difficult
or the fact that I get mad over nothing.
I know we are different and I know
this is worth it.
I know we seem crazy, insane , even unrealistic.
But I don't care.
I love you I love you I love you.
It's worth it because I know that someday
you will find the birthmarks that cover my torso and the scars
that cover my hips
and I will find out the way your spine curves and how your
voice sounds when you get out of the shower
and the way your lips part.
These frantic wishes fill me up
and swallow me whole.
My love for you saves me and sinks me
but when I'm down at the bottom, I find you
have not left me.
Despite the number of texts we send in a day or the
number of times I hear your voice
I will love you.
I will love you more than I hate the miles.
m.h.

[I remember reading this over and over again when you were gone. But now you are back. And now I'm all smiles. Thank you!]

Kisses.

Hand kisses. First kisses.

Cheek kisses. Second kisses.

Nose kisses. Hundredth kisses.

Forehead kisses. Car kisses.
Neck kisses. Summer kisses.
Shoulder kisses. Snowy kisses.
Collarbone kisses. Hot kisses.
Back kisses. Cold kisses.
Stomach kisses. Playful kisses.
Hipbone kisses. Sensual kisses.
Sad kisses. Public kisses.
Happy kisses. Private kisses.
Sweet kisses. Jealous kisses.
Angry kisses. Keep me kisses.
Good morning kisses. For now kisses.
Good night kisses. Forever kisses.
Hello kisses. Lazy kisses.
Goodbye kisses. Empty kisses.
I miss you kisses. Nervous kisses.
I love you kisses. Quick kisses.
I want you kisses. Long kisses.
I need you kisses. French kisses.
Rain kisses. Kisses in the light.
Beach kisses. Kisses in the dark.
Sunset kisses. Kisses that touch your lips.
Sunrise kisses. Kisses that touch your heart.
Party kisses. Your kisses.
Cuddle kisses. Kisses.

I want to ...

I want to wear your sweatshirt to bed, 

watch scary movies with you,

talk on the phone until sunrise,

sneak out at night to look at the stars with you,

play your favorite videogame,

make you watch chick flicks,

kiss you in the rain, go on walks with you,

laugh until I can't breath, hold hands.

I want to fall hopelessly in love with you.

I have, indeed, fallen hopelessly in love with you.

I love you!

El amor de tu vida.

"El amor de tu vida no es tu mejor

amigo, el chico más guapo, al que has

admirado en secreto o con quién

pasas día a día... El amor de tu vida es

aquel que cuando llega cambia todo

tu mundo y te das cuenta que sin

conocerlo bien él es el indicado,

basto con una sonrisa, una mirada, un

gesto y supiste que él es con quién

quieres estar."

¿Ves? ... solo una sonrisa tuya.

 {This couldn't be more true.}

I am in love with you.

I am in love with your smile

I am in love with your voice

I am in love with your body

I am in love with your laugh
I am in love with your eyes

I am in love with you.

Cozy, little room.

Do I have to leave my cozy, little room?

Do I have to suffer heat instead

of being able to stay cuddled in my bed?

Do I have to leave my cozy, little room?

Do I have to face the things

I so long to run from?

Do I have to leave my cozy, little room?

Do I have get dressed and look well

for a bunch of people who don't really care?

I indeed have to leave my cozy, little room.

For I realized that ever since you left,

it's cozy no more.

I indeed have to leave my cozy, little room.

For I need and want to go after you.

For I need you, too.

To the moon and back.

I think about you as many times as there are stars in the sky.

My world revolves around you. You're my sun.

I wish for you with every shooting star.

Without you, it's terribly cold.

So I just wish for your warm embrace.

I love you to the moon and back.

Remember?

In a year.

A lot can happen in a year.
A lot has happened in a year.
I fell in love.
And made new friends.
I learned new things.
And understood others.
I forgot things.
And remembered them.
I accomplished many things.
And failed on others.
I made mistakes.
And apologized  for them.
I regreted things.
I felt happy.
And sad.
And confused.
And peaceful.
And bored.
And crazy.
My perception changed.
My ideas did so, too.
I changed.
People around me did as well.

And I wouldn't have done anything differently.

One more week.

One more week.
I just have to endure missing you for one more week.
It seems easy but is so terribly hard.
I just wish I could be next to you.
I miss you.
But then again, it's just one more week.
I'll be strong.
I promised I would be.
So, one more week of faint smiles and reminiscing.
That's it.
I'll just keep on waiting, as I always have.
'Cause that's what I want to do.
Because, if it's not you, then it's not worth it.
I love you.
And I'm waiting for you, so you better hurry, darling!

Dear best friend.

Dear best friend,

     Thank you for the laughter, for the tears, for the sleepless nights, for all those endless talks, for all those silly things we did, for always sharing what you loved with me and making me love the world. I've known you since I was little, seven if I remember well. And there was not a time when you weren't by my side. If my cat ran away, we'd go hand in hand looking for it. When we couldn't find it, you'd dry my tears and comfort me. When we did, you'd skip around in joy, sighing gladly and giggling with me.

     I remember us buliding forts out of bed sheets and chairs, surrounding the TV, so we'd have our very own cinema. We'd lay on the floor with our bowls of popcorn and we'd watch a movie. We'd talk about anything - you've always been my confident. It was you who I talked to about boys and girly stuff. It was with you when I discovered makeup and tried it on. Remember all those colorful mascaras we used to wear?

     I remember us growing up. When we were little girls, with no notion of gender barriers, we'd play with my older brothers and their friends. We'd run around or  ride our bikes or skate a bit or play tag or football or soccer or videogames. It just all seems easier back then ... Then, we switched from sports to dolls. I can still recall all the plays and novelas and soap operas we'd make with our dolls. Remember Teddy and Teresa? I still have 'em. We sure were growing up, 'cause we'd even make love scenes and make them kiss. We were so childish. Then, we went from dolls to makeup. We were what, twelve? It all seems so long ago ...

    Then, boy troubles began. Luckily for me, I'd never actually fallen for a guy. My crushes were just the result of boredom and thus, ended quickly. But you, oh poor darling, you fell so hard and so fast at such a young age. I still remember all those days we spent thinking and talking about him (well, I was just listening and agreeing, but still). And, oh, you were so jealous at times, I remember. We'd fight over nothing. I kinda understood your point of view, but we were stubborn and childish and immature. Nonetheless, when things went wrong, we'd always be there for each other.

    Now that I finally know love, I get how you feel. It's such a wonderful emotion. I still think you're a bit too jealous, though.

   After so many years and so many things, we're still as close as we've always been. Thank you for never leaving my side and for always being understanding and caring as you are. I love you as a sister, as a part of me. And even though I know we've changed, that bond that ties us together never will. We'll overcome things just like we've done up until now.

    After all, we have already promised to be each other's maid of honors and aunties for our children, haven't we?

                                                                                                                                   I love you.

You do everything at once.

you do everything at once,
you drive me crazy,
you turn me on,
you calm me down,
you make me speechless,
you make me laugh,
you make me blush,
sometimes
you make my heartbeat
the fastest thing in the planet
and other times it just feels
like it stopped beating for you,
you make me passionate,
excited,
sensual,
feeling
and most of all
you make me feel
so alive and happy
and you are the strongest
breathtaking drug i have ever taken

I love when ...

When we end up saying the same things, using the exact same words  ♥ 
''Just 'cause you're not in love. That's why. You'll get it someday.''

Une Petite Journée À Paris

Lately, I've been thinking about traveling, and my number one destination is Paris, the ''city of love''. I wish to be able to just pack some clothes, get on a plane, and go there. To be able to visit the country side. And to just get to see dainty, sweet things. Or to eat macarons and drink coffee at sunrise in a terrace. It'd be lovely, wouldn't it?

                A cute little French mix, to make you feel  like frolicking around Paris and eating macarons. ♥
http://8tracks.com/framboises/une-petite-journee-a-paris

PS. I also love listening to Au Revoir Simone.

Nostalgia

This is killing me.
When did I grow so dependent on you?
It really feels as if you are the oxygen in my life, and without you I can’t breathe.
It’s suffocating how much I need you.
I love you so much.
I’ve grown so used to talking to you all the time.
I’ve become spoiled.
I hate this uselessness I feel when I’m not with you.
 I just … I miss you terribly.
I need you.
I love you.
I miss you.
But I just … I just can’t ask you that.
I can’t ask you to be with me every second.
To never leave my side.
‘Cause I don’t wanna tie you down.
I know you should be free.
You already are, and you seem so happy.
I don’t wanna be the one sending that happiness away.
So for your sake, and mine, I’ll bottle up these feelings.
It won’t be easy.
It’ll probably do me harm.
But it’s the best, I think.
I shouldn’t even feel this way.
I should be fine.
But I’m not.
I guess I’m too much in love.
Too dependent.
I suppose I should try and keep myself busy.
A long, relaxing bath should do.
... That’s the thing.
They always ‘’should’’
But what if, just what if,
they don’t? …

{I wrote this a few days ago. Things have changed since. But still ... I thought I should just let it out.}

''It's raining.''

''It’s raining. A lot. I think pouring would be a better word to use in this case. But, thank god, there are almost no thunders or lightning. Just some good old’ healthy rain. … Forget what I just said. I hate thunder. I just do. I know you do, too. And I imagine how funny it would be, to be together during a thunderstorm – both of us trying to look cool and strong but actually dying inside.''

Boyfriend's off traveling.

      It's been about two weeks since I last saw him. He's off on a cruise 'round Europe. Cool, right? So, yeah. He's very far away. And I miss him terribly. We've talked quite often through social media sites such as Facebook and Skype, but, lately, I'm afraid every ''goodbye'' might be the last one. And it's very stressing not knowing about him. Every second of the day I wonder ''Is he alright? Does he get enough sleep? Is he eating properly? Is he having fun?'' Those sort of thoughts fill my day.

     That's literally my day - I wake up, thinking about him. {I usually dream of him, of us. They're nice dreams.  Though I dislike them sometimes because they remind me of how much I miss him, but can't be near to him.} I manage to get by the morning, as I try to entertain myself doing other things, whether those are listening to music, drawing, writing, playing videogames, cooking, or something of the sort. Then, we somehow get the opportunity to talk. That's the moment I love the most of my days - when I get to talk to him. It's even better when we get to Skype and I can see him and hear his voice. But then, he has to leave. So I reluctantly smile and say goodbye, afraid that I won't be able to tell him '' I love you'' until he comes back. Just like that, he's gone. And I'm left alone.
     I feel lost without him. Once he's gone, I don't know what to do. All  I do, seriously, is wait for him to get back. Again, I try to do something to get my mind off of him, but fail miserably. Then night comes, and that's when I feel the most nostalgic. At times, my eyes get watery for no reason and I want to cry. I don't though, 'cause I think I ought to be strong for him and for myself.

    I just .... I miss him terribly. And wish he could just come back soon ...

Day 1.

'Kay. This is ... new. I suppose it'll be nice to just write whatever I want. I mean, I do now, but it seems this way it's more open. You know what, just forget what I just said. Let's start over.

Hi. So, yeah. I'll be doing this journal sort of thing, just writing about things that come to my mind. I don't really tell people around me my issues; I kinda just write them down and let them be, so I guess this will be good. That's about it for now.

Uhm ... farewell.