Saturday, August 06, 2005
hearing aid: ece idol contestants (hehe.)
the girl who won sang robbie williams/ jessica simpson's "angels" and she did a rather good job i would say : ) zif came in a close second. to think what 4 votes could've done to change his weekend; making him $300 richer. something so small yet so big. makes me wonder about the butterfly theory which states that a butterfly flapping its wings in africa could lead to a tornado/twister in the states. how cool is that. i think i'll do more research on that.
something weird started to happen to her. her heart started to pound, she felt dizzy, and, for a moment, she was certain she was going to faint. she closed her eyes and felt the blackness wash over her. she tried to concentrated on her breathing, on slowing down her racing heart, but she kept hearing her friend's words inside her head. Love is overrated. Love is not enough. and then, suddenly, her heart skipped a beat: maybe this isn't love. maybe that's the problem. maybe it started out as love, but somewhere, somehow, something happened to it, and it became something else.
i want big love. she opened her eyes and looked over to him. and i am not going to find it here. she saw it with shimmering clarity.
the only thing that mattered was that this wasn't love. it wasn't the big love. and she realized that she could spend the rest of her life trying to hold onto him. she could do her best to cement herself in place. she could work hard to convince herself that she couldn't live without him. but she suddenly saw that she had another option. she could just let go. and, just like that, she could feel something shifting inside her, something that had been a certain way as long as she could remember.
- adapted from sarah dunn's the big love
he asked if i wanted to get a cup of coffee. i said yes. we each bought our books, and then we went around the corner to a tiny cafe. we sat for a long time, talking.
by the time we left, it was dark outside. he grabbed my hand as we crossed the street against the light, and when we got to the other side, he didn't let go.
it was a clear night, and the moon was full and bright and low in the sky. i didn't know where we were going, but it didn't matter, because the cherry blossoms were finally out, and the air smelled of the last fire in somebody's fireplace. i just wanted to stare at the moon. i just wanted to lift my face to that moon, unshamed, like a sunflower to the sun.
like those fanciful dreams that aren't fancy at all. but, true, they are dreams.