It was a moment that I never thought would happen to me, but I wish I could linger there forever. I heard my own distant voice say those words, along with that emotion. The words burst out of me! I couldn't hold it back,...but I swear I tried. It's been, "I love being with you," and "I love how you feel." It's been words like "beautiful" and "happy" and "thank you" and "good morning" and "good night" and "babe" and "mine," for so long. Then, for just seconds, in my bed, in the dark, we spoke a different language. A new phrase that I've learned only recently. I didn't want or expect to get it returned, I just needed him to know about this feeling. I needed him to know that my hunger dies down a little sometimes, then I think how much I love him and that starts me off again, and his face, I look over at his face and can't believe how I got here and how lucky and it's still all a surprise and it never stops, even after it's over, it never stops being a surprise. I've had a few good years, but they don't know this.
Love to all,
Amanda
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
ahem
Heeello.
I went to the wonderful city of Atlanta this weekend and I loved every brick, every fountain, every drop of coca cola I consumed. Around midnight, I played like a drunken child at the park of fountains and the aquarium. I was like that kid from Free Willy who sneaks into the whale's pool after-hours. I ran really really fast. I rolled down a grassy hill. I balanced on construction beams. I took pictures of my boyfriend disgracing honorary statues. Atlanta was vast and beautiful. However, it made me realize how completely puny my life is in Oxford. Although some people may think the opposite, which is strange. People like small towns because they feel known, bigger, and maybe more than just a regular, ole, stinky face in a huge mass of stinky people. But, I don't know, when I think of big cities, I automatically think of big lives, importance and goals reached. If ever made it to a city, like Chicago, Boston, NYC, DC, or even my sweet Atlanta, I'd be pretty proud of myself. It takes guts and ambition to get there, even if I failed miserably, I would still be glad that I gave it a go.
Atlanta had a day of gloomy rain and one of the most bluey blue blue skies ever. My neck craned into it, I squinted and smiled. But, no matter the weather, I loved it. I love the city. The grey, blue, and the green are always complimentary colors on my color wheel. Goodnight, friends.
I went to the wonderful city of Atlanta this weekend and I loved every brick, every fountain, every drop of coca cola I consumed. Around midnight, I played like a drunken child at the park of fountains and the aquarium. I was like that kid from Free Willy who sneaks into the whale's pool after-hours. I ran really really fast. I rolled down a grassy hill. I balanced on construction beams. I took pictures of my boyfriend disgracing honorary statues. Atlanta was vast and beautiful. However, it made me realize how completely puny my life is in Oxford. Although some people may think the opposite, which is strange. People like small towns because they feel known, bigger, and maybe more than just a regular, ole, stinky face in a huge mass of stinky people. But, I don't know, when I think of big cities, I automatically think of big lives, importance and goals reached. If ever made it to a city, like Chicago, Boston, NYC, DC, or even my sweet Atlanta, I'd be pretty proud of myself. It takes guts and ambition to get there, even if I failed miserably, I would still be glad that I gave it a go.
Atlanta had a day of gloomy rain and one of the most bluey blue blue skies ever. My neck craned into it, I squinted and smiled. But, no matter the weather, I loved it. I love the city. The grey, blue, and the green are always complimentary colors on my color wheel. Goodnight, friends.
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