vinylgirl's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Act Three Scene Three: Victoria park I was lying in bed last night recounting everything that happened between us. Every word, smile, glance, everything. I keep trying to decipher whether or not I should continue. It was a movie moment as we sat in the coffee shop sharing office gossip when all of a sudden you reveal my fear. You say your secret is past romantic encounters with a fellow member of the editorial board (re: not me) but there is a catch � you are still dealing with it . I am certain I must have clipped my heart from my sleeve shoved it in my mouth and swallowed it (when you were not looking of course). I remember the exact thought I had when I walked away from you: maybe I haven't met him yet . I was thinking that night about how much time and energy I invested in sizing up all the options at the party that night. Maybe I won't meet him tonight and maybe I have not met him yet. Love is a scavanger hunt and I have not quite found all the pieces yet. It's not depressing, it just means I have to start over. So I rubbed out all the names I wrote on the black board and promised a new start. Did any of these boys really fit with what I wanted anyways? On the other hand - it isn't really over. I suppose I am just looking for a plan of attack. I know exactly where I want to go: Victoria Park covered with Christmas lights and an ice rink for skating. The only question now is who will hold my hand and pick the snowflakes off my eyelashes. Love 6:54 p.m. - 12/05/2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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