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Saturday, November 15, 2008, 7:06 PM
Pointless Nostalgic
The warmth he had, the warmth his hands had, was all she needed. She gripped them, held his in hers, squeezed, and they were locked. Suddenly it didn't seem so cold anymore. Gentle yule-tide winds blew past the bench they sat on, the leaves of the times square tree sashaying in the wind, balls of holly, candy canes and glittering santas danced along on its branches, as small drops of snow began to break and slowly cascade into the darkness, shuffling feet quickened. Hurrying to escape the cold. But not them. They didn't care. His heart beat faster, his palms began to sweat, he wasn't sure if she minded, he weighed the outcomes of his asking her, but discarded the thought after awhile. She looked at him and brown eyes stared back, a thousand words in a single stare, the neglected mocha latte sat on the side of the bench, loosing its life to the cold, she leaned in closer, curbing the coffee onto the ground and spilling it onto the grass, the ground would've put the coffee to better use than they did. He felt her lips press against his, soft warm gentle lips slowly pressing into his. Heaven, ecstasy, fear, glory, pride, accomplishment, all at once. Again,they were locked. Insuperable. They've always wanted, but never dared, but there was just something in the air that burned away fear, some magic cure for shallowness and timidness. The fireside blazed bright inside, casting warm yellow streaks of light through the window panes and onto their bodies, almost inviting. She stood up and slowly pulled him inside. "Hey." "Yea?" "I love you." "Yea, i think i know." Christmas is coming. Does anyone else feel that in the air? I know it's a little early, but blame orchard road and their early decor set ups. I'm gonna spend the rest of my night in front of my piano with a good hot cup of hot chocolate, with the freezing rain pouring outside. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao |
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