Happy Valentine's Day! I love you, babe. <3
I celebrated today more than the non-celebration that I usually hold: I brought my friend Hanna a doughnut breakfast for our 9 am biology class today, and she gave me a few chocolates that she picked up in her 8 am Italian. Romantic doings = done, insofar as they ever will be in the context of my life at present.
So I explained to the Interested Boy that I didn't want to have anything romantic in my life at present. He understood and then we hung out and talk about sci-fi and impulsive thoughts/actions and studying for an hour or so. Forgiving people are remarkable things.
Everything looks rosier with heart-shaped glasses.
So anyway, let's get some V-day action going.
Angsty French love.
Making flirtation as easy as blinking.
Something a friend had on his Tumblr a while ago.
Letters from one known source.
And many more from unknowns. (I submitted something to this second site. Once, a long time ago.)
Music.
1 2 3 Personal Experiences.
4 5 6 Slightly More Classic Expressions of Emotion. Sort of.
7 8 9 Other Tunes Worth Hearing.
What would Valentine's Day be without a little vicious heartbreak? But it's not all sad sounding sighs.
And because I have to: being single ROCKS. Bachelorette for life. :D
Another kind of love.
And yet another kind of love.
Every gal (and most guys) needs some chocolate in her (or his) life. These particular ones are highly recommended if you're feeling fancy.
I'm afraid that that's going to be it for today, babe. Have a wonderful Valentine's Day. Take a meandering conversation over the phone with your darling bf, munch a truffle or two, or go really crazy and treat yourself to a delicious dinner. My oh-so-romantic evening plans: studying biology over salad and girl talk, contemplation of divorce proceedings in Iran, several cups of coffee, a late-night mix CD drop off on South campus, and finally a post-shower curl up with Olivier (my beloved teddy bear) before drifting off to sleep. Quiet nights are awfully nice. :)
Singularly (and so happily) yours,
moi
This is a pre-comment to my much longer later comment, but I need to wish you and Oliver (aka Fluffy) the best.
ReplyDeleteI think eye flirtation should be used more often….that would be a much more efficient method of human courtship….none of this nervous blabbering. Just shut up and blink your eye.
ReplyDelete“The greatest irony of life is loving the right person at the wrong time.” I wish that weren’t true.
This is from the same person who made the mosaic of colorful blocks corresponding with her love letters.
~~“Sometimes it makes me terribly sad, that everyone doesn't just fall in love once and stay in love. Wouldn't it be nice? Curled up inside each other like sleeping kittens. And I think even if you do find that person, that 100% perfect other, you still change, both of you, and hopefully the changes still allow you to stay in love, those two new people just as compatible as the people you were when you met and fell in love.
You know that pain in your gut when someone you've loved loves someone else? That forlorn feeling of "not me, not me, not me"? No, it's not you. But it's not your ex-lover either. Not the one you knew, not exactly. Not the same dance, not at all, even when it looks the same. How can it be, when you aren't there to do it? No one is as good at being you as you are. And he wanted you once. Your lover has changed, changed into someone that wants someone else, not you, not you, not you.” ~~
I think change is the most potent poison against love. Does true love really last forever? Or does it just change into a remembrance of love so strong that you can’t let go of the person no matter how much you both have changed? There is that one thread of memories connecting you that can’t be broken. Perhaps you are no longer in love, but the love exists nevertheless in moments of nostalgia and dreams. There comes a time to let go of everything but that thread of memories and start again. And sometimes the change just can’t be overcome….how I hope that never happens to me. That must be heartbreak. Just that one little string left.
I left a message on the letters to crushes page. People seem to like it. Here is what it says:
“I had a nightmare last night. You were standing with your head bowed, and I knew you were dead. I have never woken up crying before. Thank you for answering your phone at 3 in the morning.”
Jazz makes me happy. I like this one: Meaghan Smith - "Heartbroken".
I am a loner. At Furman, that loneliness was fueled by a Simone that wanted to make friends but just didn’t have the energy to sort through all the people. But at home, I am content with my loneliness—and my time alone is much longer now. There are a few people I genuinely like to be around, and it is unfortunate that all of them go to college in different states than me (you included). The good thing, however, is that “Because loners are good at noticing subtleties that other people miss, Aron says, they are well-suited for careers that require close observation, like writing and scientific research.” And good thing I love writing and am thinking of research as a career.
Mmmmm. I am going to make truffles! And they are going to be delicious!
Amitiés,
Simone