I always knew that my life will somehow resemble a great movie, the kind of movie that has the audience applauding and weeping at the end, either from happiness or sorrow. I just know that I am destined for something great. It would be nice if my movie is a romantic comedy and there is a happily ever after in my future but something tells me I am more of a "Thelma and Luise" kinda girl. Basically regardless of the genre my story will be remembered.
I want to live my life and experience things that take my breath away. I want a great love, the kind that Carrie was speaking about in the last episode of Sex and the City.
I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.
I want that kind of love, the one that shortens distances and makes you do stupid things. The love that makes you float above the ground. I want to be in the arms of a man and not realize that there is other life going on outside of our embrace. I want to kiss in public and not care if anyone is watching. I want to fall in love and never fall out of it.
The problem is that all of the listed above can only happen if I take a chance, the chance that I haven't been fully given yet. If it's meant to be, it will be effortless, like finding the puzzle piece I have been missing. I won't have to wonder if I found the one I was looking for, I will know when it fits!
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Comedies, Tragedies, Great Love
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Tuesday, November 20, 2007
The Guy in White Pants
Here is the story that starts way back...way way back...
1989-1990
When I was growing up I spent every summer in a rented house in the country. River, board games, card readings and boys...well what do you expect when there are 3 teenage girls hanging out together. Yes there were three of us and I was the youngest, by 3 years which was huge age difference when one is 11 and the rest are 14.
Neither one of us actually had a boyfriend but we sure did talk a whole lot about the opposite sex, hormones raging and all. Yes, we were just three girls dreaming of one day we would fall in love. All the days were pretty much the same until one day when I walked out to the street in the morning and saw a cute, tanned guy in white pants heading towards me. That's the vision I still have in my mind, 17 years later and I still remember it as if it happened just a little while ago.
The guy in white pants was a friend of one of my girlfriends. He came up to me and asked me where he can find her, so together we walked to her house. I will never forget the look on her face, she was pale as a ghost. It turned out that this boy was in love with her and actually came all the way to our summer haven to see her. If that isn't the most romantic thing I have ever seen a 14 year old boy do for a girl, I don't know what is.
We all immediately fell for the guy in white pants. He was handsome, funny, and well he was the only handsome, funny guy who wanted to hang out with us, three dorky little girls. He always treated me with a certain tenderness, probably because I was so much younger, I was only 11 or 12. I was infatuated with all the attention but of course I knew better, he was completely in love with my friend. That still didn't stop my heart from breaking when I saw them kissing at a bus stop.
I don't remember now but I think we were friends for a couple of summers and then life took us all in different directions. We all lost touch.
So the story brings us to now...
2007
Of all the joys of the internet, reuniting with old friends is by far the most incredible. It is nostalgic and emotional. It brings back memories and hopes for the future.
I was looking for my girlfriends from all those years ago and was having a hard time locating one of them. Without any hesitation I looked up the guy in white pants, uh-huh I remembered his full name but for the sake of anonymity I will not reveal it in this post. I sent him an email that basically asked if he remembered me? To my huge surprise not only did he remember me, but he had a picture of the two of us from 1990. The cliche is "a picture says a thousand words" and it did! I couldn't believe that I made such an impression on this boy 17 years ago that he would actually keep my photo for all this time. I was incredibly flattered.
He told me that the girl he was so in love with back then is now married and lives in Paris. That didn't surprise me, I knew she was France-bound all along.
So our paths crossed yet again. Is this story to be continued? Only time will tell.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Flying Above the Ground
As some of you may have noticed most of my latest posts have been border-line depressing and while I am not stupid and very cautious of my heart I still managed to get myself into the candy rain yet again. OMG it feels so good when all the fears dissolve and a strong, deep voice of a sexy man gently tells you to set the worries aside.
Romance and possibility of love are intoxicating.
Everything feels unreal.
Let's see how it all works out.
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