Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
Do you know I value all of those? These days my existence will be supported by them.
Each message, a smiley in the end, a cute typing mistake. A wake-up with a message. A fluffy flower smiling at me from above. A pendant on the flower.
A memory about yesterday - I was a ghost in a little black dress (yes, like the image in that text...) with blue roses jewelry. I was waited for!!! He came out and said the flower is for me so that I'd "smile more". OMFG, I am on heels! XD
A move to make my hand stay on his arm. Or had I mistaken?
Winter. After University and work. Black leather. Fuck, I don't remember his face at all, just the fact he is tall and blonde. Is that him? Nope, too old. That one? No, he's with a girl. OMG, someone is coming to me - that's him!!!
"Why are your hands cold?
- They are always like that. I'm a cold-blooded bitch.
- And mine are always warm- he said putting his hand on mine.
Then smiled and added: We suit each other perfectly, don't we? He looked at his business-style suit and my goth leather glove..."
And after the meeting I realised he didn't like me. A friend at the office told me he is not the last guy, but somehow it made me upset. I will remember the touch on the hand and walking outside like that. The feeling I haven't had since 2006.
Sunako Party. Friends everywhere and... a pick-up deal with a colleague who was there with me. ^__^
"You will pick him up!
Impossible!~
You will!
I'm telling you...
Let's see! I say you will..."
And he went home with us - just to be sure we're ok. Unfortunately pleasant moments of this story have ended on it, but I will always remember.
A :-* smiley and a fluffy smiling flower are the things that keep me alive. Somehow I discovered that hugging that flower makes me a bit more comfortable when I feel sad.
What I mean can be expressed in short: I value everything that is a sign of attention and attitude to me. Each time I feel lonely or sad, I look at that or remember sth even if it doesn't exist anymore. The smallest signs of attention, even bits of these signs are precious to me.
...And I am sitting on the windowsill. One leg here and the other one's there. Having a huge cup of cinnamon coffee. Reading the message with the smiley in the end and hold the flower with the other hand.
Each message, a smiley in the end, a cute typing mistake. A wake-up with a message. A fluffy flower smiling at me from above. A pendant on the flower.
A memory about yesterday - I was a ghost in a little black dress (yes, like the image in that text...) with blue roses jewelry. I was waited for!!! He came out and said the flower is for me so that I'd "smile more". OMFG, I am on heels! XD
A move to make my hand stay on his arm. Or had I mistaken?
Winter. After University and work. Black leather. Fuck, I don't remember his face at all, just the fact he is tall and blonde. Is that him? Nope, too old. That one? No, he's with a girl. OMG, someone is coming to me - that's him!!!
"Why are your hands cold?
- They are always like that. I'm a cold-blooded bitch.
- And mine are always warm- he said putting his hand on mine.
Then smiled and added: We suit each other perfectly, don't we? He looked at his business-style suit and my goth leather glove..."
And after the meeting I realised he didn't like me. A friend at the office told me he is not the last guy, but somehow it made me upset. I will remember the touch on the hand and walking outside like that. The feeling I haven't had since 2006.
Sunako Party. Friends everywhere and... a pick-up deal with a colleague who was there with me. ^__^
"You will pick him up!
Impossible!~
You will!
I'm telling you...
Let's see! I say you will..."
And he went home with us - just to be sure we're ok. Unfortunately pleasant moments of this story have ended on it, but I will always remember.
A :-* smiley and a fluffy smiling flower are the things that keep me alive. Somehow I discovered that hugging that flower makes me a bit more comfortable when I feel sad.
What I mean can be expressed in short: I value everything that is a sign of attention and attitude to me. Each time I feel lonely or sad, I look at that or remember sth even if it doesn't exist anymore. The smallest signs of attention, even bits of these signs are precious to me.
...And I am sitting on the windowsill. One leg here and the other one's there. Having a huge cup of cinnamon coffee. Reading the message with the smiley in the end and hold the flower with the other hand.
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04.08.2009 в 01:44these days I notice there's sexual content everywhere, and this kills me...