Dear future husband...

This is inspired by the trending topic on twitter, #dearfuturehusband. It's very short, but I thought it was fun.


Dear future husband, I hope you will bear with my weird sense of humour, my high expectations to your intelligence and my addiction to British Vogue.

Falling once again?

The classic story always starts with "So, there's this guy..." Mine is gonna start this way:

So, there's this guy...
No wait, it's too tacky. I think I'm gonna write a little story about this.

When she first saw him, all she could think was; "wow, he's... not good looking." His hair was short, he was not tall but not short either, his eyes were no noticable color, he was the average Joe. She thought; "well, maybe I'll like him when I get to know him better."
She didn't talk much to him in a while, but at some point they got to know each other a little better than before. When he was away she found out that she missed him. This was weird 'cause she didn't expect it but she let it pass. She thought her mind was playing tricks. One day she heard that he was seeing one of her friends. They'd kissed, someone had said. And she had this feeling in her stomach.. Not a good feeling, no, probably the worst kind of feeling; jealousy. She thought to herself; "get a grip, forget about him, he's not for you," but still she couldn't stop thinking about him. When spring finally arrived she was in love. Not with him, no, with the feeling of being in love. When they talked he flirted, but she had to let it go. The more they talked, the more butterflies started to occur. She just found some pictures of him and her friend at a bar where they were sitting pretty close. She felt bad about herself; she had no right to be jealous when sne never even told him what she was feeling. But it was killing her. She had a hard time dealing with this, 'cause the last time she had allowed herself to fall in love, he had burned her. She felt scarred for life. She felt the need to lock her heart and never open it again. Never allow anyone to get close to her. This was very painful; she had always had an open mind (and heart). Still she talked to him like nothing was going on, asking him everyday stuff like she used to. Her body was filling with music and there was no other room left. No room for food, blood, bones, nerves. She felt the bass in her heart, she felt the rhythm in her fingers. This was too much for her. She had to forget about him while he was gone.

Spring

My body is filled with thoughts. Happy thoughts and thoughts about people I love, thoughts about how everything is going to be okay, thoughts about how great life is, thoughts about spring and all the green.
My body is filled with music. Great music I want to dance to, music I can't keep inside me, music about love, music about spring, music about people who love spring, music about the greatness of life, music about meanings.
My body is filled with emotions. Breathtaking emotions that make me feel like I'm in love, emotions that can't be expressed properly, emotions I want to share with the rest of the world, good emotions.
My body is filled with intentions. Good intentions to save the world, intentions to be an honest human being, intentions to be a better person, intentions to cure diseases, intentions to help where they need me.
My body is filled with spring. The mild spring, the fair spring that makes me think "was it ever winter?", the green spring that makes me so happy I could cry, spring, I want to say it again, spring, I want to shout it out loud, SPRING!

I feel so excited, I don't know where to put my feelings. This is something I have never felt before, and I know exactly what it is though I was confused at first. I have these crushes or "fascinations" (what you will) and I thought that I was in love, but I didn't know which crush it was. It suddenly occured to me that spring was guilty. I'm in love with spring this year, I have never felt this good. It's like everything I ever wanted, the winter depression is over. Now I can BREATHE. This feels so good.

Am I the only one?

This post is inspired by a trending topic on twitter called #amitheonlyone:



Am I the only one waiting for the snow to disappear?

Am I the only one waiting for the summer to begin?

Am I the only one getting more and more depressed by this coldness covering the ground?

Am I the only one waiting for the sun to comfort me?

Am I the only one waiting for him to smile at me?

Am I the only one desperately holding on to hope?

Am I the only one thinking that this winter lasts forever?

Am I the only one who knows nothing lasts forever?

Am I the only one worrying about our world?

Am I the only one thinking of fears and enemies?

Am I the only one who wants to tell how I feel?

Am I the only one knowing this feeling?

Am I the only one feeling comforted by rain?

Am I the only one wanting to keep pictures in my head forever?

Am I the only one waiting for someone to hold me tight?

Am I the only one telling my true thoughts?

Am I the only one who misses those years?

Am I the only one wanting to be 4 years old again?

Am I the only one holding on to old friendships?

Am I the only one still thinking about that time when my heart broke?

Am I the only one getting further and further away from humanity?

Am I the only one who can't stop thinking about the snow?

Am I the only one frightened?

Am I the only one wanting to be isolated?

Am I the only one holding on to bitterness?

Am I the only one feeling old?

Am I the only one feeling stupid?

Am I the only one listening to music to get away?

Am I the only one reading this?

Am I the only one thinking of Africa?

Am I the only one thinking about saving the world?

Am I the only one slipping away?

Am I the only one falling?

Am I the only one waiting for that crush to hit?

Am I the only one wanting this feeling?

Am I the only person alive?

Am I the only one amused of triviality?

Am I the only one wanting triviality?

Am I the only one disgusted by our way of living?

Am I the only one annoyed by most people?

Am I the only one waiting for the sun to comfort me?

Am I the only one getting more and more depressed by this coldness covering the ground?

Am I the only one waiting for the summer to begin?

Am I the only one waiting for the snow to disappear?

Just tell me if I'm the only one.