Monday, April 23, 2012

Would I know who you were if I ran into you on the street?

I would hope so. If not, I hope the author of this love letter hears what he has been waiting for, which sounds like it was awhile ago. I found this note on the ground at the second connection on my way to work.
first half of the note
the second half

This happen to be right in front of the bus stop. How cute! Now that is love...One day until then.
xoxo

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Where does intuition come into play with matters of the heart?

I try to follow my heart, but I tend to not bring my brain a long with me in moments when I should. I think its, because I'm always in my mind. My obsession with romance or intense feelings, help me get out of my own prison.  Yet, when I let myself go, feel, and then react, the out come seems to go against my intuition or vision. I guess, it's because you don't have control  over how others react to a situation or how they feel. Hey, maybe they just want one thing, or maybe they felt what you felt and it scared them. I'm going to hope for the latter. Why, because I'm a hopeless romantic, who let it go once; yet, we reconnected on the dance floor, one of the most rhythm places to rekindle a flame.






I'm pretty sure we have all meet that one person, who no matter what, you want to go back to them. It's not just that they are beautiful or handsome, but, because, there is something that  attracts you to them, like a magnetic, maybe they are the cation to your anion. Besides  the polar bond, they have qualities that are important to you. A sensitive side, which must of sucked me in, because I find it so sexy, or maybe that awkward dorkiness puts a smile on my face.  I love that you are rough around the edges too. But, maybe I'm attracted to the comfort of being completely who I am around you. Or how I  am constantly on my toes trying to read you. Obsessed much? Um I won't call it an obsession, maybe passion.


 If friends are all we can be, can we at least be good friends who care for one another? P.S., can you really teach me to DJ? I don't need another partner in crime. Amy Winehouse did sing it best, "Stop making a fool out of me;" however, she did die from an overdose. RIP. But this time, I'm not going to let you make a fool out of me. Google,  is my preventive tool.  I think it proved to me I was just another score on the board. But sometimes miracles happen, Here's to Hope.


With unconditional love,
XOXO