Every Light in the House

The music plays softly, as he gathers her close to him. They dance. Everything fades but him and her. He smells good. She breathes deeply as he twirls her around and then gathers her back to him. Like a classic Cinderella story.

Teenage Dream.

She is busy typing a paper cross legged on her bed when the door opens to the apartment. "Hey!" He yells through the apartment. "In here!" She yells back and he enters the bedroom. She looks down at her shorts and tank top and messy bun. "I know, I look a mess! I wanted to work on this paper, some and don't have class today." He smiles and flops down on the bed. 'What do you have so far?" She turns the laptop toward him. He reads. "That is really good, Lindz." He is the only guy that's ever called her by her nickname.  "Eh, it's okay. It'll do." She smiles and reach's for her coffee mug sitting on the nightstand. She gets a drink and replaces the cup, laying back on the bed. She stretch's as he rubs her stomach. She smiles. "I'm so sleepy! I stayed up late last night!" He grabs her and pulls her to him. She folds nicely into the curve of his chest. He strokes her hair and whispers to her. She wasn't sure what he was saying, she just liked the feel of him and her so close and sweet. She started to drift off. When she wakes he is still there beside her, her laptop is closed and on the desk on the other side of the room. She wakes and cuddles him. He wakes and holds her. She begins to talk. About everything, spilling and baring her soul. He just quietly listens and holds her closer.

Back to You

She walks into the classroom, nervous as any freshman there. She finds a seat in the middle toward  the front. She slides into the seat and takes a deep breath, not sure what to expect. She looks down at her outfit. Dark jeans with a tank and jean jacket. Hair curly hanging in her face. She pulls out a pencil and drums the desk with it. A slender figure approachs her, "This seat taken?" She looks up at a guy (no doubt a frat boy trying to put the move on her) "Yes, my imaginary friend Krystal is sitting there!" She cracks a smile. "Oh! No! I.. Hope i didn't offend her!" He smiles back. "She just moved. Your in luck now! Take a seat." He sits. He smells good. And he's not bad on the eyes. Her brain snaps her back into reality when the door slams and the teacher walks in. Her and mystery boy exchange glances. Class begins. The teacher goes over rules, and passes out books. Gives them their first assignment. Wow, she thought. People who told you college wasn't anything like high school where definately right. Class gets dismissed. Mystery boy, stand as she gathers her notebook and books into her bag. "I didn't catch your name..." He said extending his hand. "Lindsi." She said taking his hand. "Well, pleasure to meet you Lindsi, I'm Collen." They shake and walk out of class together. "Umm.. I hope I'm not being to forward but do you want to grab something to eat.. maybe?" She smiled. "Sure. Lead the way."

"Alright, I Gotcha, I Gotcha...".

I knew this was coming, but it still hurt just as bad as if I didn't even see it coming. I wasn't sure what my feet were doing. As they walked away from the boy I had invested so much into, the pain I usually felt, the stabbing, heart slicing pain, wasn't there. So did it really hurt as much as I had said?  I knew I wasn't sure weather my head and heart were in agreement, but after a moment I knew they were. They both screamed: "Enough Is Enough Lindsi. You don't deserve to be treated this way!" as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I reached out to it and touched my reflected face, and said: "You are a strong independent, wonderful, amazing girl. You deserve a MAN that will shower you in love and affection, not a BOY that plays you like a toy." I smiled as two tears slipped down my cheeks. As i walked calmly back out to the reality, I felt a change come over me. I'm still trying to determine what that change is. I just don't feel the same way I did before. Did the guard I have said I was going to place over my heart finally fall around it? Did I put up a sheild to not allow myself to feel anymore pain? Did I finally reach the "I've had enough" point? As I looked over at him I felt no anger, no sadness, no nothing anymore. I felt a sence of freedom. Like a bird with clipped wings that just taught itself to fly. I will sore high above him, and shit on his head. Ah, see, theres the anger. :) So, I'm movin on, at last I can see, life has been patiently waiting for me. So, there are going to be some changes. Some Big. Some small. I'm going to pave my own road.

Skyscraper.

Iwant to share with you a short poem. I got it out of a book:)

My Best Feature by Sara Nachtman

I asked my friend this afternoon,
As I gazed into my reflection,
What she thought of what I saw,
She said, "Images are usually misconceptions."
I started to put down my appearance,
Wishing I was thinner or taller,
She looked at me with understanding eyes,
Saying, "Superficial wishes onll make you smaller."
I knew she was right, but who was she to talk,
For she was every guy's dream.
I tried to point this out to her,
She replied "Appearances aren't always what they seem."
"Tell me 5 features you admire in yourself," she said,
And I knew my troubles had just begun,
For I could see the hurt in her expression,
When I couldn't even think of one.
I could not think of a single feature I liked,
And I could feel my stomach slowly start to sink.
So I turned to my friend and simply said,
"Well, what do you think?"
"I think your looking at in all wrong," She said
"And I wish I could make it clearer.
It's what's inside that makes you beautiful,
And not what can be seen in the mirror."
She said, "Your the most loving person I know,
And I hate to watch you fall apart.
If you want to know what makes you beautiful to me,
You best feature is your heart."