Photo Booths

This is a story I wrote a few years ago after I had a dream about Phil. We were not together at the time, obviously. I still remember this dream...




Last night I dreamt that you and I took pictures in a photo booth. I remember this because when I woke up this morning, I was smiling. We took pictures, and then I had to leave. I remember this because you grabbed my hand and asked to never let go. Something about the way you looked at me made me not want to leave. I don't know where I was going or why you held on so tight, but I remember this because it was the pain in my hand that woke me up. There was a woman waiting impatiently outside the photo booth. I remember this because she asked us to hurry up. You laughed and said ''being in love is not meant to be rushed.'' I remember this because a picture was taken at the very moment. You, looking outside the booth and me looking at you and smiling. I have a new found love for photo booths, I do not know why. Maybe it is the choice of curtains. Though, orange is not really my color. Perhaps it is the fact that we have to sit so close to each other; almost as if we are one person. Though, lack of personal space makes me feel claustrophobic. Maybe it is the 5 minutes we get to spend together while waiting for the pictures. Though, I dislike waiting around. Or, perhaps it is not the photo booth at all. Perhaps it is you, and the way you held my hand, or the pictures that were being taken - I can still see them in my mind. I want to delete them but if do, I won't have anything to see as I dream myself to you at night. On the other hand, a part of me does not want to fall asleep because I do not want to dream of photo booths. Or maybe I do not want to dream of you.

''You dream of people you cannot live without'' is what you whispered in my ear as we waited for the pictures to develop. I remember this, because I looked up at you and whispered back ''I always dream of you.'' This is when you held my hand and begged me not to go.

''What do you dream of every night?'' I asked you as you held on tight. ''This'' you said as you showed me the pictures from the photo booth.

I remember this because this is when I woke up, pain in hand, smile on face, and the realization that I do not dislike waiting around when waiting around, is for you.


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The Oceans Inside of me Move for you

Have you ever noticed how ocean waves gush into the form of a half-heart shape?  

I like to believe that if two waves were to hit, they would form the most perfect heart shape.

Today I am sharing a story that was written a while back (2006). Can you guess who it's about? ;)

I'm staring out my window; a part of me wishes you were on the other side - staring back at me; looking into my eyes. With just that one look paralyzing my entire body; head to toe. I want to tell you all my secrets. I want to tell you that I'm scared. I want to tell you everything inside of me - inside of my heart. I want you to somehow magically be inside of it and feel the way I feel when I think of you. I am addicted to it. I think if you felt it, you would be too. I tried to come up with a way to describe it; a tingle, a butterfly, a falling star, a sunrise, a sunset, freshly baked cookies, hand holding, kisses on the forehead, kisses on the nose, or perhaps a smile - on the inside. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I close my eyes and I can almost feel your perfect eyes looking back at me. From the tips of my fingers, and running up and down my spine, I can feel your perfect lips smiling at me. My heart smiles for your heart; for the beauty that you are. For the tingles and smiles that are inside of you. Eyes closed, my entire body feels paralyzed from being filled the most beautiful things you can imagine. From the prettiest flowers to the sweetest candy - to the way that I can only imagine you taste. Like when feeling so hungry you can almost taste the thing you are craving; you close your eyes and you can almost smell it cooking and you can almost imagine how good it would be...if only you could taste it. I want to tell you that it hurts, to feel something so beautiful. It hurts to want something so badly. It hurts to know that it can be this beautiful. It hurts to be the only one feeling it. I want to tell you that I love you, but you make words so hard to find. There's nothing left to say. Except this is what I feel like when I think of you. I want to capture this feeling, put it in a box and send it to you. Maybe then, you would know what it feels like to be me thinking of you. It makes my heartbeat race and pound inside my head. It is deafening.

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Waking up to Sunrises of Hope

Today, I am sharing a story that I wrote back in 2007. I re-read every now and then to remind myself of what it's all about. Thought i'd share with you :)


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I sat by my window and watched the sun come up. Something I haven't really done in a while. There's just something about watching the night turn to day that makes me feel alive. Not in the living and breathing sense, but more like in the falling in love way. Something that is so new but yet always feels so familiar. You almost don't want to look away, just in case you miss something. A feeling. A colour. A moment. And for that moment, it feels like you're seeing it for the first time. Feeling it for the first time. It feels like that first kiss. Anticipated. Yet unexpected. You can never really know what to expect from that first kiss. You've had them before but not one first kiss is the same. If you really watch a sunrise, I mean really look. Watch it. As the colours move and change and dance in the sky. You can almost feel that first moment. Most people prefer sunsets. Most people have seen more sunsets than sunrises. Most people are awake to see the sun set. Most people are either sleeping or too busy getting ready to see the sun rise. Most people take it all for granted; Sunrises. Falling in love. As well as being in love. Not very many people really pay attention to a sunrise. Not very many people take the time to appreciate it. Not very many people get the chance to feel...Sunrises...Falling in love...Or someone they love, loving them back.  Sunrises tend to be forgotten. Rarely seen. Rarely felt. Ignored. Unnoticed. People become so busy they tend to forget to acknowledge; Sunrises...Love. You can imagine a sunrise. A first kiss. But you can't predict the feeling. Of falling in love. You can't predict the intensity. Of the colours. Of the kiss. Or the hope of what today will bring. You can't predict how long it will last. Or if they will ever love you back. Most people prefer Sunsets. Sunrises are growing on me. Maybe it's the hope they carry. That makes me feel alive. That keeps me holding on.




Don't let love go unnoticed. Take a moment. Open your eyes. Acknowledge a sunrise. Open your heart - to a story of love!

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