This Vanity Fair article from 2010 resurfaced recently, for me:
http://www.vanityfair.com/hollywood/features/2010/11/marilyn-monroe-201011
And it reminds me all over again how this fellow Gemini of mine, tortured soul, amazing person never got her full due while she was still on this planet. And how she remains this mystery we sometimes wonder about. And somehow iconic.
The VF article has wonderful photos, many of which show Marilyn reading: "If some photographers thought it was funny to pose the world's most famously voluptuous 'dumb blonde' with a book - James Joyce! Heinrich Heine! - it wasn't a joke to her. In these newly discovered diary entries and poems, Marilyn reveals a young woman for whom writing and poetry were lifelines, the ways and means to discover who she was and to sort through her often tumultuous emotional life. And books were a refuge and a companion for Marilyn during her bouts of insomnia."
As someone who has struggled with sleep herself, I can understand how awful insomnia can be.
The article goes on to describe "She was having trouble sleeping, relying on barbiturates. On Parkside House stationary, she wrote one night after Miller had gone to bed:
on the screen of pitch blackness
comes/reappears the shapes of monsters
my most steadfast companions...
and the world is sleeping
oh peace I need you - even a
peaceful monster."
This wonderful, beautiful, and misunderstood woman once wrote this poem about her third (and final), husband Arthur Miller:
my love sleeps beside me -
in the faint light - I see his manly jaw
give way - and the mouth of his
boyhood returns
with a softness softer
its sensitiveness trembling
in stillness
his eyes must have look out
wonderously from the cave of the little
boy - when the things he did not
understand -
he forgot
but will he look like this when he is dead
oh unbearable fact inevitable
yet sooner would I rather his love die
than/or him?~ Marilyn Monroe
I have a poem somewhat like this, or at least part of it. I already posted it here, but in a much different context ~
http://www.yousurecantalkbaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-i-dont-think-war-is-noble-and-i.html
It echoes what she wrote, at least in the first paragraph or two, but then turns darker like she did too.
There are places in each other
that we can never touch.
Lying next to him
among the white sheets
and plump pillow cases
where we love,
I place one hand
on the white skin
where the shirt achingly
pulls up
and look at him, little-boy-like
deep in his afternoon of sleep
face flushed and comforted
some sweet peach vision
taking shape beneath his eyelids.
There are moments with each other
that it seems we can never overcome.
Standing next to him
among clenched fists
and crossed arms on the balcony
where we battle,
I forget the sweetness
and see only ages of combat
and strange back streets
where dark things slink
around corners,
when the gorgeous
enormous language
we use, becomes booted
and repulsive -
wiping mud on the sheets
where elegant lust
turns to a brutish club.
These particular nights
and early morning hours
when the blood runs
there's a swift blade to
separate us - it hangs
in the balance of our
angry words and we
are both just begging
to have it be done.
These two sad goats
butting heads
and bleating at the sun
are nothing like
our puppy love
our licking and sniffing
and protecting each other,
when we can lay down
at each others' feet
with a big sigh
after another long day's run.
Friday, July 26, 2013
Saturday, July 20, 2013
Relocating our Lives to Tampa: Going to "The Show"
As I started my new job on April 29th I had a phrase in my head that I shared only with David.
It was based on the fact that we were looking to relocate our lives to Tampa, because my new job was so promising, and the prospect of me making that 1+ hour commute (the + depending on traffic patterns and the all-too-frequent accidents), every day was simply untenable.
Given that Tampa is a MUCH bigger city and has a lot more going on than sleepy little Sarasota, my phrase was "We're going to The Show." As in Tampa is the Major Leagues, whereas Sarasota is - undeniably - just the Minors. Shades of "Bull Durham" (a great movie), which is where I think I first heard the phrase ~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Va75XqWO6sY
We talked about down-sizing from 2 bedrooms to 1, but the lure of having a whole room I could make over as my own private yoga studio (D. still wants it as his office but we'll see), was too much. So we have ourselves a great 2 BDR apartment just 3.8 miles (door-to-door) from my work. I love it.
It's on a ridiculously busy street but set back from all the hecticness so that you can still feel like you are "home" and safe, can breathe. Has a pool, like our last apartment, and much bigger nicer fitness room (which I hope to use someday). And it's gated, which is new & strange, but we are getting used to that as well.
I seriously love my new job, and so the moving is worth it. And, after MONTHS of job-hunting, David finally got something up here too. He starts his new job on 7/29 and I can't wait - not only cuz he's about doubling his income and the increase will help with expense of having two apartments for almost two months + some expenses with house we still, regretfully, own "up north."
ALSO because he really needed to find something new, something that will challenge him in new ways. My taking this job in Tampa spurred him on to find that next horizon and he can thank me later. :)
After all the horrible moving is done. He says he'll really miss Sarasota, but I can't relate, because I so love Tampa. I love everything about it, and even the traffic doesn't get me down, because I figure it's all part of the experience! Check back with me in 6 months though.
Moving is exhausting. But at least we were able to do it at a leisurely pace and without having to hire movers. We took our final loads from our old to our new apartment tonight, and we are done!
Except for we have to figure out how to get the washer/dryer set I bought for $100 from a co-worker long ago (what a great deal that turned out to be!), out to the curb or otherwise disposed of, before our actual move-out date of 7/31. When we will have to pay an "opt out" fee amounting to two months rent because of breaking our lease. A LOT of money but still worth it!!!
Worth it, because "We're going to The Show" baby.
It was based on the fact that we were looking to relocate our lives to Tampa, because my new job was so promising, and the prospect of me making that 1+ hour commute (the + depending on traffic patterns and the all-too-frequent accidents), every day was simply untenable.
Given that Tampa is a MUCH bigger city and has a lot more going on than sleepy little Sarasota, my phrase was "We're going to The Show." As in Tampa is the Major Leagues, whereas Sarasota is - undeniably - just the Minors. Shades of "Bull Durham" (a great movie), which is where I think I first heard the phrase ~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Va75XqWO6sY
We talked about down-sizing from 2 bedrooms to 1, but the lure of having a whole room I could make over as my own private yoga studio (D. still wants it as his office but we'll see), was too much. So we have ourselves a great 2 BDR apartment just 3.8 miles (door-to-door) from my work. I love it.
It's on a ridiculously busy street but set back from all the hecticness so that you can still feel like you are "home" and safe, can breathe. Has a pool, like our last apartment, and much bigger nicer fitness room (which I hope to use someday). And it's gated, which is new & strange, but we are getting used to that as well.
I seriously love my new job, and so the moving is worth it. And, after MONTHS of job-hunting, David finally got something up here too. He starts his new job on 7/29 and I can't wait - not only cuz he's about doubling his income and the increase will help with expense of having two apartments for almost two months + some expenses with house we still, regretfully, own "up north."
ALSO because he really needed to find something new, something that will challenge him in new ways. My taking this job in Tampa spurred him on to find that next horizon and he can thank me later. :)
After all the horrible moving is done. He says he'll really miss Sarasota, but I can't relate, because I so love Tampa. I love everything about it, and even the traffic doesn't get me down, because I figure it's all part of the experience! Check back with me in 6 months though.
Moving is exhausting. But at least we were able to do it at a leisurely pace and without having to hire movers. We took our final loads from our old to our new apartment tonight, and we are done!
Except for we have to figure out how to get the washer/dryer set I bought for $100 from a co-worker long ago (what a great deal that turned out to be!), out to the curb or otherwise disposed of, before our actual move-out date of 7/31. When we will have to pay an "opt out" fee amounting to two months rent because of breaking our lease. A LOT of money but still worth it!!!
Worth it, because "We're going to The Show" baby.
Saturday, June 22, 2013
How Sweet Life Is...
I know how sweet it can be....
the goodness of an almost
summer evening
light falling
outside the window
eyelids almost shut
almost dreaming
almost hearing
happy
shouts of children
in their innocence
like when you
were young
and you remember
being young
and sweet
but now you are
older and almost
sleeping
sweet
sleep
life
is sweet
the goodness of an almost
summer evening
light falling
outside the window
eyelids almost shut
almost dreaming
almost hearing
happy
shouts of children
in their innocence
like when you
were young
and you remember
being young
and sweet
but now you are
older and almost
sleeping
sweet
sleep
life
is sweet
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
This song is here to keep you warm, and strong
REM - Untitled (Track 11 from the album Green)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUs6x-v2A0k
This world is big and so-awake
I stayed up late to hear your voice
This light is here to keep you warm
This song is here to keep you strong
I made a list of things to say
But all I really want to say
All I really want to say is
Hold her and keep him strong
While I'm away from here
Hold her and keep her strong
While I'm away from here
I've seen the world and so-awake
And stay up late to hear me sing
Just hold her
I've seen the world and so-awake
And stay up late to hear me sing
Just hold him
Hold her and keep her strong
While I'm away from here
Hold him and keep him strong
While I'm away from here
Lyrics:
http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3458764513820549333/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUs6x-v2A0k
This world is big and so-awake
I stayed up late to hear your voice
This light is here to keep you warm
This song is here to keep you strong
I made a list of things to say
But all I really want to say
All I really want to say is
Hold her and keep him strong
While I'm away from here
Hold her and keep her strong
While I'm away from here
I've seen the world and so-awake
And stay up late to hear me sing
Just hold her
I've seen the world and so-awake
And stay up late to hear me sing
Just hold him
Hold her and keep her strong
While I'm away from here
Hold him and keep him strong
While I'm away from here
Lyrics:
http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3458764513820549333/
Monday, June 17, 2013
A Kind of Love Song
"Undressed"
by Lloyd Cole
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=drJAVl64Yd8
You look so good when you're depressed
Better even in your current state of undress
Tears caressing me like rain
And I'm not even thinking, I feel fine in your pain
The coolest thing I ever saw
You were sitting there smoking my cigarettes
You were naked on the bare stone floor
You looked at me to say don't guess
I was only watching, yes I love you more undressed
Is it really such a sin?
Should I feel some kind of shame?
Will I truly go to hell?
Oh you never lock the bathroom door
Should I be embarrassed when I've seen a hundred times before
How do married couples cope
Should I say excuse me darling, I don't know
We could disconnect the telephone
Just sit around and mess around
And tell your ma we went to rome, tennessee
And I'm not even drinking, I feel fine, it's scary
Is it really such a sin?
Should I feel some kind of shame?
Will I truly go to hell?
Oh well
The coolest thing I ever saw
You were sitting there smoking my cigarettes
You were naked on the bare stone floor
You looked at me to say don't guess
I was only watching, is it bad that I should love you best
Undressed
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/l/lloyd+cole/undressed_20084719.html
by Lloyd Cole
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=drJAVl64Yd8
You look so good when you're depressed
Better even in your current state of undress
Tears caressing me like rain
And I'm not even thinking, I feel fine in your pain
The coolest thing I ever saw
You were sitting there smoking my cigarettes
You were naked on the bare stone floor
You looked at me to say don't guess
I was only watching, yes I love you more undressed
Is it really such a sin?
Should I feel some kind of shame?
Will I truly go to hell?
Oh you never lock the bathroom door
Should I be embarrassed when I've seen a hundred times before
How do married couples cope
Should I say excuse me darling, I don't know
We could disconnect the telephone
Just sit around and mess around
And tell your ma we went to rome, tennessee
And I'm not even drinking, I feel fine, it's scary
Is it really such a sin?
Should I feel some kind of shame?
Will I truly go to hell?
Oh well
The coolest thing I ever saw
You were sitting there smoking my cigarettes
You were naked on the bare stone floor
You looked at me to say don't guess
I was only watching, is it bad that I should love you best
Undressed
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/l/lloyd+cole/undressed_20084719.html
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
There's so much to do in the sunlight...As We Go Along
This song from an early mixed tape from old boyfriend, recently ported from tape to CD by my wonderful sister, the archivist!
"As We Go Along"
by The Monkees
I can tell by your face
That you're looking to find a place
To settle your mind
And reveal who you are
And you shouldn't be shy
For I'm not gonna try
To hurt you or heal you or steal your star
Open your eyes
Get up off your chair
There's so much to do in the sunlight
Give up your secrets
Let down your hair
And sit with me here by the firelight
Why think all about
Who's gonna win out
We'll make up our story as we go along
There's so little time
For us to try to rhyme
And so many highways to travel upon
Open your eyes
Get up off your chair
There's so much to do in the sunlight
Give up your secrets and let down your hair
And sit with me here by the firelight
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWLasUfJnWs
"As We Go Along"
by The Monkees
I can tell by your face
That you're looking to find a place
To settle your mind
And reveal who you are
And you shouldn't be shy
For I'm not gonna try
To hurt you or heal you or steal your star
Open your eyes
Get up off your chair
There's so much to do in the sunlight
Give up your secrets
Let down your hair
And sit with me here by the firelight
Why think all about
Who's gonna win out
We'll make up our story as we go along
There's so little time
For us to try to rhyme
And so many highways to travel upon
Open your eyes
Get up off your chair
There's so much to do in the sunlight
Give up your secrets and let down your hair
And sit with me here by the firelight
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWLasUfJnWs
Saturday, June 1, 2013
She Was An American Girl
American Girl ~
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5ccVWbteps
When I was about to graduate
from college, I had no idea
what was
happening.
I didn't plan for it to end,
I was always good at school
but outside, in "the real world"
any bravery I had was a total act.
When I was young
I always thought
I'd grow up
to be a dancer,
an actress,
a singer, or a writer.
It was all so easy in the abstract.
I climbed trees and hunted treasure in garbage dumpsters.
I wanted to be a horse so I could run forever.
I never wanted to be a princess.
I had a romance with my cat (he was my first boyfriend).
I made up stories and songs that I never wrote down.
And some I did, while discovering
a new language
better than this old
one I had inherited.
When I was young
my father used to say I was ten
going on twenty-one - I was never
young enough for him
I guess.
When I was young
(I was never young)
I never thought I'd grow up
to be this: older
and sure of less.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5ccVWbteps
When I was about to graduate
from college, I had no idea
what was
happening.
I didn't plan for it to end,
I was always good at school
but outside, in "the real world"
any bravery I had was a total act.
When I was young
I always thought
I'd grow up
to be a dancer,
an actress,
a singer, or a writer.
It was all so easy in the abstract.
I climbed trees and hunted treasure in garbage dumpsters.
I wanted to be a horse so I could run forever.
I never wanted to be a princess.
I had a romance with my cat (he was my first boyfriend).
I made up stories and songs that I never wrote down.
And some I did, while discovering
a new language
better than this old
one I had inherited.
When I was young
my father used to say I was ten
going on twenty-one - I was never
young enough for him
I guess.
When I was young
(I was never young)
I never thought I'd grow up
to be this: older
and sure of less.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will
Young and Beautiful
by Lana Del Rey
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBJY3Extw1I
I've seen the world
Done it all
Had my cake now
Diamonds, brilliant and Bel-Air now.
Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you'd play with me like a child
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me when I've got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?
I've seen the world
Lit it up
As my stage now
Chanelling angels in
The new age now
Hot summer days, rock and roll
The way you'd play for me at your show
And all the ways I got to know
Your pretty face and electric soul
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me when I've got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?
Dear Lord, when I get to heaven
Please let me bring my man
When he comes tell me that you'll let him
Father tell me if you can
Oh that grace, oh that body
Oh that face makes me wanna party
He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful
Will you still love me when I'm not young and beautiful
Complete lyrics: http://www.directlyrics.com/lana-del-rey-will-you-still-love-me-lyrics.html
by Lana Del Rey
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBJY3Extw1I
I've seen the world
Done it all
Had my cake now
Diamonds, brilliant and Bel-Air now.
Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you'd play with me like a child
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me when I've got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?
I've seen the world
Lit it up
As my stage now
Chanelling angels in
The new age now
Hot summer days, rock and roll
The way you'd play for me at your show
And all the ways I got to know
Your pretty face and electric soul
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me when I've got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?
Dear Lord, when I get to heaven
Please let me bring my man
When he comes tell me that you'll let him
Father tell me if you can
Oh that grace, oh that body
Oh that face makes me wanna party
He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful
Will you still love me when I'm not young and beautiful
Complete lyrics: http://www.directlyrics.com/lana-del-rey-will-you-still-love-me-lyrics.html
Friday, May 17, 2013
I'm Breaking Through
I think I really am...I could be wrong but I feel like
I'm bending spoons/I'm keeping flowers in full bloom...or something :)
"The Great Beyond"
by REM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKbMKgaPHCI
I've watched the stars fall silent from your eyes
All the sights that I have seen
I can't believe that I believed I wished
That you could see
There's a new planet in the solar system
There is nothing up my sleeve
I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs
I'm tossing up punch lines that were never there
Over my shoulder a piano falls
Crashing to the ground
In all this talk of time
Talk is fine
But I don't want to stay around
Why can't we pantomime, just close our eyes
And sleep sweet dreams
Me and you with wings on our feet
I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs
I'm tossing up punch lines that were never there
Over my shoulder a piano falls
Crashing to the ground
I'm breaking through
I'm bending spoons
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom
I'm looking for answers from the great beyond
I want the hummingbirds, the dancing bears
Sweetest dreams of you
I Look into the stars
I Look into the moon
I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs
I'm tossing up punch lines that were never there
Over my shoulder a piano falls
Crashing to the ground
I'm breaking through
I'm bending spoons
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom
I'm looking for answers from the great beyond
I'm breaking through
I'm bending spoons
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom
I'm looking for answers from the great
Answers from the great, answers
I'm breaking through
I'm bending spoons
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom
I'm looking for answers from the great beyond
I'm breaking through
I'm bending spoons
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom
I'm looking for answers from the great
Answers from the great, answers
I'm breaking through
I'm bending spoons
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom
I'm looking for answers from the great beyond
I'm bending spoons/I'm keeping flowers in full bloom...or something :)
"The Great Beyond"
by REM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKbMKgaPHCI
I've watched the stars fall silent from your eyes
All the sights that I have seen
I can't believe that I believed I wished
That you could see
There's a new planet in the solar system
There is nothing up my sleeve
I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs
I'm tossing up punch lines that were never there
Over my shoulder a piano falls
Crashing to the ground
In all this talk of time
Talk is fine
But I don't want to stay around
Why can't we pantomime, just close our eyes
And sleep sweet dreams
Me and you with wings on our feet
I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs
I'm tossing up punch lines that were never there
Over my shoulder a piano falls
Crashing to the ground
I'm breaking through
I'm bending spoons
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom
I'm looking for answers from the great beyond
I want the hummingbirds, the dancing bears
Sweetest dreams of you
I Look into the stars
I Look into the moon
I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs
I'm tossing up punch lines that were never there
Over my shoulder a piano falls
Crashing to the ground
I'm breaking through
I'm bending spoons
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom
I'm looking for answers from the great beyond
I'm breaking through
I'm bending spoons
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom
I'm looking for answers from the great
Answers from the great, answers
I'm breaking through
I'm bending spoons
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom
I'm looking for answers from the great beyond
I'm breaking through
I'm bending spoons
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom
I'm looking for answers from the great
Answers from the great, answers
I'm breaking through
I'm bending spoons
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom
I'm looking for answers from the great beyond
Friday, May 10, 2013
Fearless
A 1993 movie by that name once meant a lot to me ~
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fearless_%281993_film%29
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tm5jBa4LzxQ
I watched it when it first came out and loved it...loved especially the music, discovering something new. To a person practically foreign to all classical music or opera or anything truly cultured (yes, I blame my parents), it was AMAZING.
It captivated me, I was overwhelmed, and completely taken - emotionally - by the music of Gorecki ~
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symphony_No._3_%28G%C3%B3recki%29
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDNfQ4ok8EY
I had this music in my head, sang or hummed it under my breath, and in my heart I was holding onto it while I was barely hanging on to myself - so deathly afraid of the future - but carried on as if I wasn't. This was my wonderful & awful final college semester (Spring, 1994).
Dramatic time that it was, this melody felt right to me. Or perhaps I was just drunk a lot during that time, and over thinking everything. :)
Either way, I still remember that time with this music and the wonderful movie that embodied it for me.
But also, one of the major things this song/movie brings up for me is my father - how he died so young, and so suddenly (http://www.yousurecantalkbaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-music-died-part-one.html), how I showed this movie to David (boyfriend at the time, husband now), and cried and cried, and how he understood, didn't think there was anything strange about my behavior or wrong with me.
That is probably when I *knew* (I knew like you know about a good melon ~ quote from another great movie - "When Harry Met Sally").
So I could tell anyone if they should ask "how do you know when to trust someone with your heart?" How do you know when to be "Fearless" in that way?
I would say, when you can watch a movie about a guy who almost dies in a plane crash but he lives and you're crying about your dad who died, and it makes no sense but that person you're with holds you and doesn't talk or question but just witnesses your grief, smoothing hair off your face, while you maybe hiccup a bit and are a snotty mess.
Yes, true love does look something like that. :)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fearless_%281993_film%29
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tm5jBa4LzxQ
I watched it when it first came out and loved it...loved especially the music, discovering something new. To a person practically foreign to all classical music or opera or anything truly cultured (yes, I blame my parents), it was AMAZING.
It captivated me, I was overwhelmed, and completely taken - emotionally - by the music of Gorecki ~
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symphony_No._3_%28G%C3%B3recki%29
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDNfQ4ok8EY
I had this music in my head, sang or hummed it under my breath, and in my heart I was holding onto it while I was barely hanging on to myself - so deathly afraid of the future - but carried on as if I wasn't. This was my wonderful & awful final college semester (Spring, 1994).
Dramatic time that it was, this melody felt right to me. Or perhaps I was just drunk a lot during that time, and over thinking everything. :)
Either way, I still remember that time with this music and the wonderful movie that embodied it for me.
But also, one of the major things this song/movie brings up for me is my father - how he died so young, and so suddenly (http://www.yousurecantalkbaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-music-died-part-one.html), how I showed this movie to David (boyfriend at the time, husband now), and cried and cried, and how he understood, didn't think there was anything strange about my behavior or wrong with me.
That is probably when I *knew* (I knew like you know about a good melon ~ quote from another great movie - "When Harry Met Sally").
So I could tell anyone if they should ask "how do you know when to trust someone with your heart?" How do you know when to be "Fearless" in that way?
I would say, when you can watch a movie about a guy who almost dies in a plane crash but he lives and you're crying about your dad who died, and it makes no sense but that person you're with holds you and doesn't talk or question but just witnesses your grief, smoothing hair off your face, while you maybe hiccup a bit and are a snotty mess.
Yes, true love does look something like that. :)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
