Cold Days

The brisk wind rapped its frozen fingers around us as we slowly walked down the dirt path, but we didn't mind. My only thoughts were on her, her radiance and grace even in such conditions. I could feel her hand wrapped up in mine, it seemed to fit so perfectly, like two pieces to a divine puzzle. I could feel her heartbeat, its steady rhythm matching my own. Looking around I could see the wind whip through the trees and shake the remaining leafs from their branches. My eyes finally rested on the wonder that stood beside me. Her hair was let loose to fly through the air, I knew she only wore it like that because I liked it, and her piercing eyes so green, so fixed upon the path ahead. She looked up to see me staring and looked down beaming. I ginned a dopey grin that made her laugh, the sound sending a thrill up my spine and warming me against the cold much better then any jacket. In a serge of madness that often accompanies love I turned to her and to her great surprise and slight protest I lifted her up and swung her around. I put her down and she glared at me. I looked at her and a mischievous smile split my face. She just glared at me, her lip slightly protruding and making me smile even wider. It got to the point where I couldn't hold it in and my entire frame was racked with silent mirth. This broke her and there we stood like idiots laughing in the middle of the path. We continued our walk giggling and laughing like school children as we went, and I was filled with joy at the prospect of have her forever and always.

The Kiss

The sky was black. An infinite expanse of darkness covering everything from horizon to horizon in shadow, with pinpoints of light dotting the expanse like holes in a giant sheet. A slight breeze whipped through the short trees and crickets chirped creating a sweet ambiance and adding to  romantic mood. We stood there, still as the stones that surrounded us, seemingly frozen in time. We did not speak, but no words were needed. For what felt like an eternity in but a second passed, and we finally parted from our embrace. I looked into her eyes, they sparkled in the starlight and I knew in that moment that she was in fact the one. In that moment I could see in her eyes the person that she could make me. I felt in my chest a deeply rooted love for this heavenly being in front of me. She slightly squinted her eyes and her head tilted to the side, a look of question on her face. "What?" she asked innocently, a smile playing at the edges of her lips. I just looked at her, her hair falling around her face and making my heart flutter in my chest. Her eyes were mesmerizing and seemed to draw me in closer. Before I knew it my nose was brushing against hers, what I could not express fully in words seemed to pour out of me in that one simple moment. Our lips brushed and then pressed together in a kiss. It was simplistic and sweet, and was over in mere seconds. But sometimes seconds are filled with forever. We separated and I stared into her eyes once more, amazed that such a beautiful creature could be mine. She was the very essence of beauty, in every sense of the word. And in that moment I loved her more deeply then I thought possible. The smile again played around her lips, and with a shy, yet unabashed voice she replied to my nonverbal response. "Oh, that" she said, her eyes dancing. "I love you." The words came out, low and husky, but with every ounce of feeling I could muster. She finally smiled and, staring up at me, replied in a dulcet tone that sent shivers down my spine. "I love you too." I smiled back and, reaching up to place my hand behind her neck, I leaned down and kissed her once more, my head fuzzy and my heart among the stars. 

The Picnic

We sat on a patchwork quilt from the back of my car. It was frayed in many places and looked like it could use a good cleaning, but it was perfect for a picnic in the woods. We hiked a good ways to get here, and the sun sparkled overhead breaking through the shifting trees to make strange patterns on the ground surrounding us. I smiled over at me, then took a ridiculously large bite of her sandwich. I snickered and then did the same. I stared at her through my bite mark. She was quite beautiful, her hair shifting in the slight breeze and those piercing eyes. Realizing I was staring I looked away quickly and took a large drink of my soda. "Its quite pretty up here" "Yes you are" I said without thinking. When I realized what I had said, my face blanched and her's turned a bright pink. She smiled and turned her head, while I sat in silence, trying to find words. None came, we sat in silence for a while, eating our sandwiches and soda. Then we started talking about the upcoming school year and everything seemed to go back to normal. We talked and talked until there where no more sandwiches left and all the soda was gone. "Shall we head home" I inquired. She nodded and so we packed up our things into the picnic basket and headed down the trail back to my car. As we walked we continued to talk and the subject somehow happened upon my bad luck when it comes to dating. "Luckily nothing bad has happened so far" I joked. "You better knock on wood so nothing dose happen, we still have the drive." Stepping forward I reached a skinny tree by the side of the trail. I went to knock when, looking down, I saw a rattle snake. It looked at me, I looked at it, and ran. I love nature but I'd rather not die from it. I could hear my date behind me rushing down the trail. I stopped to see if she was alright. She was fine. As she stopped by my side to catch her breath she looked at me. With that one look we both broke out laughing. We laughed the whole rest of the trail, and only stopped when we got to the car. We got home safely and as I dropped her off at her house she looked at me and smiled. "Your crazy, you know that." She said."Yep, and your beautiful, don't we make a fine pair." I retorted. She blushed, and then without another word she walked into the house, closing the door behind her.

The Painting

"Its interesting" I thought, brush in hand and staring blackly at the scene in front of me. "But its missing something" I looked back at the canvas. It was streaked with different marks of color, but nothing solid, or for that matter very beautiful. I just didn't seem to be able to spark those feelings that I needed. The landscape was pretty, bust slightly bland and uneventful. Just rolling hills and swaying grass. I closed my eyes and took a breath in trying to clear my head. The air was filled with various colors, purples, some blues and the occasional green, each was hinted with a very earthy tone of brown creating a bouquet in my mind. But even that lovely image did nothing. Opening my eyes I looked back at the scene, but it had changed. The colors seemed more vibrant, a little more alive, but the biggest change was directly in front of me. Looking off into the distance, her hair blowing in the quiet breeze. She wore a bright red dress, a belt around her middle the color of the sky at mid day and just stood there with her arms to her sides. I stared, wondering where she had come from, then suddenly she turned to go. I called out to her. She turned in surprise. "So sorry," she shouted over to me, it reached my ears and seemed to ring in them sending a thrill through my body. Turning she moved to get out of my line of sight "No," I shouted back. "you were perfect there, please if you would." I motioned for her to return to where she was. She obliged and stood back to where she was, staring again off in the distance. I worked quickly and did a ruff block in of what I saw. The brush seemed to gain a will of its own and stared to dance across the canvas. The ideas poured from my head and within minutes I was finished. I was completely engrossed in my work and hadn't looked up until I heard a soft voice from behind me. "Your quite good" There she stood, leaning forward to get a better view of the piece. She wore an expression of contentment. "Its not done yet" I stammered moving over to give her a better view. "Yes, but its still very good." I chuckled and said "Well it might not have been, I was stuck until you appeared, you seem to have become my muse." "That's not very polite" she quipped "seeing that I don't even know your name." "Lets just say that I am a man who's eye is always drawn to beauty. And you, if I may say so, are quite stunning." She blushed, but then, with a glint in her eye, she placed her hand on her hips "That's not an answer," "I know" I replied, grinning impishly. Then I stood up from my stool and faced her, her head followed me as I rose. Our eyes locked and the air seemed to electrify. Then without loosing that eye contact I said in a hushed tone. "Do you believe in fate?"

The Wedding.

I had just gone up for a wedding, and me and weddings don't really mix. I like them and all, good food, cute couples, and that slightly awkward dance with my mom. My problem was that it was just one more reminder that everyone around me was married or in a relationship and I was the ever present single. This wedding was no different. The ceremony was quite beautiful, the words "for time and all eternity" ringing in the air for several second as it always did. I walked down the step to retrieve my shoes that were stowed in a neat little compartment, my head bent low. Slipping on my shoes I stood up and headed to stand by my father who was talking to my uncle in hushed tones. I took one look back over my shoulder down the hall I had just left when my eyes caught someone I recognized. I blinked to try to clear my vision. She was still there and she was looking at me. Oddly I cocked my head to the side and with a strange grin on my face. I waved, the grin still stuck on my face. She smiled and waved back, but then I lost her in the sea of body that were pulsating toward the door, compelling me to follow. I complied and found my self on the outside of the majestic building, greeting the various relatives and smiling cousins that had all come to witness the happy occasion. Anxious voices filled the air as we waited but I just sat quietly, watching the door for her to emerge, yes kinda like a stalker, but I really didn't care. You know how in movies there is this spark when two people see each other for the first time, well it was like that. But it wasn't the first time I had seen her. But it was the first time like this. I looked down at my shoes, they were worn from the many miles walked in them. Looking up I saw her head disappear into the crowd. Rising suddenly I pushed and made my way through the crowd...just to see her disappear down the staircase. I watched as she got in her car and left. But I did not despair, I would see her next Monday.

Dear Girls,

Dear Girls,

Yes I realize that not many people are reading this. I know that I have said this before, and not much came of it, but if I could just take a moment of your time to explain some things to you.

First is that you are beautiful. I have probably never met you, and you know me only from these words on a screen, I get that. I get that you could have a million reasons for not believing me, but what I say is true, you are beautiful in your own ways, and yes that's with an s on purpose, because its not just one but multiple. There are a lot of magazines and thing that say that you have to be one way or another, but those are just over the counter lies to get you to buy that specific brand of whatever.  But you being you is more important then you trying to look like someone else. YOU ARE AMAZING!! Its just how it is. You are important and deserve someone that treats you like that. You are Beautiful, I am going to keep saying that until you get it in your head. I know it, you just are, without permission and without regrets. So be you, be the best you you can be. Because you are beautiful.

Second, I wanted to turn and face the other way. Let me explain one thing. There are lots of guys like me, who are searching for the right person, just like some of you. The problem wit us is that we are just as antisocial anyone. We do't go to parties, or social events, because its just not who we are. Then in the rare occasion that we do go, we don't have the courage to really talk to a cute girl, even if that cute girl is just as antisocial as I am and just wants to leave. So, i don' want to hear any more of this, I can't find the perfect man, or all the good guys only exists in books, or my personal favorite, "Where do the good boys go to hide away?". I am one of those good boys and I don't hide very much, just people are scary ok.

Anyways that's my rant, take it how you will.

Best wishes,

A Gentleman

A letter To Juliet

Dear Juliet,

I am writing this to you on this day of love, even though you will probably never read this. Juliet I feel this rift growing between us, every step I take seems to take me farther from your side. My eyes close and your face appears, I see your hair flow down to your shoulders, your eyes so deep and full of kindness. Those eyes I have stared into and fallen in love with the beauty that I find within. The soul so pure that one is almost surprised to not see wing springing from your back.

Oh Juliet, my tongue betrays me. The word that I wish to speak get caught in my throat and do not leave my mouth because your gaze is mesmerizing. I must be rambling, but what is love but the ramblings of a madman that someone else recognizes as the writing on their soul. I cannot find the words to express the feelings that I have inside. The feelings that I have, in fact, tried to disperse, or to simple fade, but as any fire that burns in the heart of men I can feel it ever present and ever as warm as the day before. But I fear my fair Juliet that I cannot portray them as eloquent as needed. If I am to win you over I must be verbal about my love, I must sing the song of our love from the rooftops, but I fear that if I were to do, you will fear me, and what we are will be no more.

So, my fair Juliet, listen closely for I can only say it in a wispier. I love you. From the deepest places of my heart I say, I love you.

Sincerely, Your Romeo

The Walk

The day was grey, the type of grey that seemed to drain the color out of the surroundings. I trudged along, my black trench coat swaying back and forth, heading toward wherever and not caring to much how I got there. You see I woke up today with a sour taste in my mouth and a scowl on my face, the kind that no number of showers could wash off. I glowered up at the dark sky daring it to rain. It's face stayed grey and unchanged, not caring about my mood nor anyone's mood for that matter. So I kept moving forward, one foot after the next, not knowing where I was going but knowing that I need to get there.

The first drop landed on the tip of my nose startling me out of my thoughts. The next drops came in quick secession worsening my already cloudy mood.

My steps quickened as the rain pounded me twore the pavement, completely soaking my coat and the cloths underneath. I broke into a sprint, running down the road toward nowhere. Suddenly my foot connected with a something hard and as I stumbled my other foot slid and I called to the cold, hard ground. I rose to my feet and angrily tried to clean off my muddy clothing. Then I continued to trudge forward, one step at a time, every step closer to nowhere.

In the distance I saw a light, it was very faint and very small, but it seemed to fill my soul with hope. So I moved toward the light and I finally arrived at my destination.

Feelings

I am so tired of having feelings, they just seem to muddle everything up in the mind. It makes life so much more difficult and some times I wish I could just block it out and stop it a from coming and going. But then again, without such emotions we are nothing. Without them we are nothing more then a machine something mechanical unable think, to reason but also to create and Invision. There would be no beauty, nothing drawn or painted, nothing. All I wish is that my heart would not hurt so bad.