This next guest post comes from none other than my partner-in-crime, Kerrie. If you don't know who she is, you are new to my blog and welcome. :) Many of you may not know this, but Kerrie has her own blog, Excessive Idiosyncrasy. It's more of a reflective journal. She's an incredibly talented writer and one of the most amazing people in the entire universe. I feel so lucky she's such an important part of my life. I hope you enjoy her guest post.
(Young love dies hard)
Clouds are swirling around in my head, I can't focus with them in my way. I'm gazing out the window. My forehead leans against the cool, hard glass, I breathe a little deeper and fog up the window. There's a dove gray spot and I write his name on it. My finger traces the letters, flowing in cursive. More deep breaths are taken. I was told when I was just a little girl that extra breathing would help me to calm down. "Will I ever see him there again, at the place towards the end of the road?" Similar depressing thoughts stomp around in my head, maybe it's not the thoughts that are causing the ache. No, it must be the tears flowing, forming canyons down my cheeks. Crying always gives me horrible headaches. If I just keep dreaming, longing, he'll come back to me.
Whenever I grow up too much, too quickly we part away. Whenever I lose myself in dreaming we come back together. Because love like ours exists only in a dream world. It never lasts in the day to day. The song I was listening to is over, another one comes on and the shift brings me back. I’m back sitting on my bed, staring out the window, I promise to not think about how much I miss the springtime anymore, and all the days we spent together.
every day's the same, I feel like I'm losing my mind
all I do is think about you all of the time
I don't even know why i care as much as i do
I just wish that you would tell me, "is this real or are we through?"
everything I said to you last night might have been crazy
but I want you to know that I meant it, I meant it, I meant it, oh, baby!
I wish we could go back to when i was seventeen
and I wouldn't, wouldn't, wouldn't, wouldn't, wouldn't have been so mean
every day I wake up and I thank the stars above
for sending me a man who I could really love
if only I could convince you to feel the same way
we could be so very happy each and every day...
--"Each and Everyday" by Best Coast
How apt. I lay down on our bed. I cover my face with a pillow, but it isn't very comforting, a feather protrudes through the case and scratches my face. There is no rest for the weary. I know how he feels, it's why I don't call. Why would I want to make it any harder for him? No, I'll bear the pain alone. "Come back to me, love." I’m still fond of you.
Here kitty, kitty. dearest. spiral. juxtapose. rapid. brat. carnival. edge. lift.
About the Author
Kerrie Lovely is currently a fashion design student and full-time health care provider for children with special needs. Her interests include playing tennis, reading classical literature, shoe shopping, breaking hearts, and fending off stalkers. She also enjoys being fabulous. You may recognize Kerrie Lovely from her appearances in blog posts such as A Wild Weekend, Champagne, Alligators, and Babies, Almost Groupies, and Another Crazy Night...And Then Some, among countless others.
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