Sunday, April 28, 2013

Easy on my soul, love!

I sadly have to let him leave now, I look every where but at him; afraid he'll catch the clinginess in my eyes, terrified he'll sense the trembling in my soul. 

Stay, I whisper. 

I'll be back again, he assures. 

And I think to myself, why is this parting so hard to bear? 

Why does it always feel like forever when it is only for a few hours?

Why does every ounce of me struggles to temporarily let him go?  

Then it hits me .. 

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

You're the one that I want ..

Let's spend our mornings drinking tea and our nights reading books, together.

Let's dress up and be seen, together.

Let's share a candy bar as we sit on some front porch, together.

Let's giggle over our inside jokes, together.

Let's enjoy the mere company of each other as we sit in silence, together.

Let's order takeout while we watch a TV show re-run, together.

Let's continue each others' sentences as we enjoy a cup of coffee, together.

Let's have long walks in the sun while we eat icecream, together.

Let's laugh out loud as we judge people, together.

Let's drive around with the windows down while we sing, together.

Let's plan for tomorrow as we try to open a tightly sealed jar, together.

Let's find a beautiful place and get lost, together.

Let’s awkwardly check our reflection on a car’s window as we wander, together.

Let's eat batter off of a wooden spoon as we think out loud, together.

Let's not make sense, together.

Let's day dream about far off places as we browse the internet, together.

Let's hold hands as we talk to strangers, together.

Let's take pictures while we're stuck at some traffic jam, together.

Let's count the grey hairs in my head as we make up scenarios, together.

Let's fall in love with words, together.


Let's do everything together, is it too much to ask for?

Friday, December 21, 2012

Coffee and closeness

Have you ever been so close to someone you could easily read their mind from across rooms, through closed doors, without even seeing their face?

Have you ever tried so hard to describe it but failed? Trying to find one word that could exactly capture this closeness?

Have you ever wished that someone would see someone else through your eyes? Just to see how good it feels when somebody understands?

I know I have.


We sit together, next to each other; the centimeters between us melt as I accidentally brush up against his shoulder, as he spontaneously touches my arm, and the air between us tightens as he intentionally breathes in the mesmerizing scent in my hair. He looks straight at me, smiling, as I smell his perfume on my hands.


There is something about him, I thought to myself. A side nobody knows about, I'm close to this side. His eyes show a deep understanding no one else has.

Words sway between us easily, effortlessly, as if this is the one thing in the world that we would do. Talk.

There is something about you, he told me over coffee, something magical yet simple; a familiarity that is rare to find. You never fail to understand me despite not being easy to understand yourself, but I get you, every single time.


You got me caught between your mysterious mind and soothing smile.

He looks into my eyes and sees my soul. 

He gets me.

I told him that he's the one person who makes my heart melt and sets a fire in my soul.


The one person who comforts me and causes knots in my stomach. 

The one person who makes my heart fall to my feet 
and lift it back up again. 

And he gets me.

And it is oddly not awkward to say.

You feel like home, He said.


The colors of the world emerge from my eyes as I stir my cup of coffee; and he just keeps watching, thinking about the possibilities between us and imagining what my lower lip must taste like.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Have you?

Have you ever been so close to someone you could easily read their mind from across rooms, through closed doors, without even seeing their face?

Sunday, October 7, 2012

The story behind his story

She plays with words, carefully mixing them into sentences, giving them textures and scents, painting beautiful pictures with them, something you'll never understand. Using them, She knows how to manipulate you. Don't underestimate her.

She holds the key to your heart, knowing you might change the lock at anytime, but certain you will give it to her anyway. There are emotions only she can trigger and so the pain she can cause you is severe. Don't mislead her.

She listens like nobody ever listened to you, closely, carefully, deciphering every word, giving meaning to your lifeless thoughts. You don't want to lose this you know. Don't take her for granted.

She submits to you, with her consent, and her submission is a mixture of her ego and her weakness. She doesn't play hard to get, she is hard to get. She is exactly what you secretly desire, you belong with her. Don't break her heart.

She smiles, and her smile is wicked, mischievous, enchanting, deep. Her well-timed smiles open the door of your heart. Don't make her sad.

She gets to know you, the real you, the person behind the mask, the child you choose to bury deep within your soul, you let her in because you know she'll understand, and she's not afraid to go there either. Don't let her down.

She keeps you sane, absorbs your anger, puts you back on your feet after your multiple falls, never gets tired of listening to you rambling, boosts your self- confidence, unknowingly, you lose your pride to her charm. Don't try to outwit her.

She lets you down, on purpose, just to know whether you'll notice or not, and how you'll react, you miss every hint she drops, however she chooses to be with you. Don't disappoint her.

She laughs with you, and at you, because she realizes that she's the best thing that will ever happen to you. Her laugh sounds like trust and it's the one sound you're addicted to. Don't lose her.

She talks, and her words are powerful yet delicate, she tells you exactly what you want to hear because she got you all worked out. No matter how many times you try, you can never get enough of her sweet talk. Don't keep her waiting.

She holds your hand but touches your soul, and her touch is healing and gentle; restoring your faith in yourself. Without her you are lost, forgotten, broken. She hangs you by a thread but would also go out of her way for you. Don't let her go.

She awaits your successes with an open heart and awaits your failures with open arms and you just can't wait to tell her. She understands the reason behind your every act and it is terrifying how well she knows you. Don't put up your guard.

She is whoever you want her to be. 

Friday, September 28, 2012

The story behind him

He is the sizzling life you want to taste, the ecstatic adventure you want to experience, the perfect picture you want to believe in.

He is the pace in your walk.

He is the sorrow in your soul, the happiness in your eyes, the thoughts in your head.

He is the swirling sentences you struggle to write.

He is the super hero at your rescue, the ultimate villain that keeps you on the edge of your seat, the typical guy next door from your favorite movie.

He is the tempting midnight snack, the cherry on top, the aromatic coffee you want to savor.


He is the one person whose presence and absence makes everything easier. 

He is the reason behind your recurring blonde moments.

He is the butterflies in your stomach, the heavy feeling in your chest, the sighs of disappointment under your breath.

He is the words that can't be said out loud, the knot at the back of your throat, the art of sending mixed signals that you mastered.

He is the reason why you wake up in the morning and why you don't get to sleep at night.

He is the eager anticipation of waiting by the phone, the attachment that holds you back, the dreadful process of staring at the ceiling thinking of being let down.

He is the doodles in your notebook, the drafts folder on your computer, the texts you never send.

He is the scent that captivates you, the familiar face you got acquainted with, the tempting comfort zone you wish to leave.


He is the closeness you long for, the silent treatment you practice, the bad habit you can't seem to kick. 

He is the timely "We"s he slides into each conversation.

He is the potential he will never reach, the details everyone seems to overlook, the dwelling in possibilities that paralyzes you.

He is everything you weren't prepared for.

He is made up entirely of your imagination.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Life as I know it

Spotlights, sand, magical moments, dreams coming true, life in colors, songs being sung at the top of your lungs, scenes that take your breath away, pictures, compassion, pink flowers, great food, speed, well written words, a closet full of dresses, french fries, poetry, pearls, cute guys, smiles, hope, hand written letters, secrets, laughing out loud, hard work being paid off, cool breezes, dimples, summer nights, mingling, second chances, first impressions, winning, good hair days, shopping sprees, inside jokes, texts, silent prayers, good luck and me.