I'd stop the world and melt with you.

To put things lightly, he got the jar down for me (the few inches he has on me being all that was needed to reach that high shelf in my soul) and even unscrewed the top I put on so forcefully.

And they were delicious, of course.  Every chocolate chip "remember when" and all the same whirlwind feelings of September 24 baked into the dough.
did you feel the breath when I mouthed those three words into your neck?
Sorry for the absence, those who care.

"Owls and Tacos.  Life is good."

love always, laura elizabeth.

Can we dance, real slow? Can I hold you, real close?

in the words of Kelsey:
dhgfhgkjhlk huoughhjfgdhydesteasfghfhjkgkjuh

in the words of Addy:
"and then he kissed me."


in my own words:

...what the ell-hay just happened tonight?!

Just some examples of what's racing around in my mind:

ALKLSNLKNGLHWIUETOIE

why did he kiss me?  did he want to? does he still? was I okay?

am I being cliche?

holy hannah freak oh my gandhi

what's going to happen now?

has he told anyone? does he want to tell anyone? is he happy he did it?

is he happy it was me?

OMGOOMGMOGMOG

does he not want me to tell anyone, like blaze?

how does he feel about it?

what does he think of me? how has he felt of me?

why me?

oh my cheese he had his pick of girls that would've gladly been his first and he picked me

WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NOW?!

am I being obsessive?

...am I being OVERLY obsessive?

oh my gandhi, tonight happened...??

with literally all the love in my heart,

laura.

disclaimer:  I wrote this last night, right after.  Due to a loss of internet [those are becoming far more frequent for my taste] it wasn't able to be posted that moment.  These are all the words from last night, however.

Magic is the night sky.

I admit the time is rather unconventional but after inspiration fueled by reading everyone else actually posting, I decided to get off my lazy cyber bum and write the post that has eluded me for the past week...ish.

I saw a shooting star tonight while craning my head back, observing the stars as I always do while blindly making my way towards my house.  I wished.  I told a few special people.  I remembered the last time I saw shooting stars.

There's a month and two days left of summer.

I realize that just about all I've wanted is a Summer romance. [that lasts beyond summer.]  All I've wished for.  Is that petty?  Maybe.  Did that stop me? ....

All I've done is daydream and long to be held.

But I realize that it won't always work out, that you have to wait for the right guy to come along instead of settling for someone else just because you want the feelings again.

So, unless a month and two days is enough time for a boy to fall madly for me, one of the lines on my bucket list will go unchecked:

"Be kissed by someone special."

And I'm slowly making myself okay with that.

love starfish.