Wednesday, June 29, 2011


I have had a strong interest in the topic of love for the past ten years. A quiet interest, that I mainly keep to myself, but an interest none the less. And what I have come to learn is that each person is a unique individual. Every single person that reads this is a completely unique individual. But every person is looking for love, in some form, each of you are looking for love whether it be for a job, a pet, a chair, a person, or a fictional reality. And once love as been found it wants to be experienced. Love only cares about now. Can I smell it, taste it, touch it, see it, hear it, now. If not, you feel incomplete. If not, you are miserable. If you do not feel incomplete. If you do not feel miserable. You are not in love. You haven't found it yet. If you do feel this way. Take hold of it and don't let it leave your side.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

First Date

I don't usually kiss on the first date.
I have never kissed a girl on the first date, until today.

I dropped you off, slightly down the street from where you live.
You looked very beautiful, my hands were clammy.
I was nervous because I knew what I wanted to do, but I didn't know if I would do it.
We talked first, about whatever, family, who cares.
I was preoccupied.

Eventually the conversation, it came to a pause.
It was that pause that said-- it's now or never.
I unbuckled.
I leaned over for a hug.
I think it was our first hug, but I wasn't thinking about the hug, who cares.
I looked at you then and just did it.

It felt really right, and it ended way too quickly, almost before it started.
There was one beat, between that and you being gone for the evening.
But during that beat, it was the happiest you looked all day.
It was mutual, but who cares.