writer's block

She is feeling...

a little melancholic

a lot out of sorts

perhaps it's a crazy version of the post holiday blues

as Dido puts it... I still have sand in my shoes....

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on empty beach benches

RINDU!

You owe me a sunset Mister

and some ice cream...

*smile*

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because because because because because

because of the wonderful things He does


*smile*


because He never says "I Love You Too"


because with him the response is never an afterthought


He says something else


and that...


is my delicious little secret


*big smiles*


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Mettle

It's going to be a spectacular explosion.

And not of the pretty firework variety.

Nauseous. Anxious. Strangely mentally calm.

Bring it.

For it is in these moments that you realise the cloth you are cut from.


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he needs to be...

"he needs to be Big enough so you can both take cover under his coat when it rains.
Small enough for you to wrap your arms almost around.
Strong enough to restrain you from leaving too easily.
Gentle enough to know when to leave you alone.
and Man enough to know when to give you his hand."

the above is an exerpt from "The Datin Diaries" a now defunct blog I used to read. The Datin blogs no more which is a shame as her entries were thought provoking, heartfelt and well written. It's not often a blog with no gimmicks, of a random stranger, keeps me coming back for more. Some of her entries are reproduced in Notes from Venus.

The Datin's right. That's all he really needs to be.

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