Simply Lovely

Three weeks, and so much has happened.  I cannot even being to say how much there was.

Boat Regatta
James
IB Exams
New Earring
…and several other things

All in all though, it’s been pleasant, and nothing short of memorable. Only one more IB exam left – Spanish.  I think we’ll all do okay though.  All the others were varying… disasters, with the notable exception of History, which was a very very pretty looking disaster when we were done with it.

This past week has been memorable for sure.  Taboo during class (senior classes in the last 3 weeks? what else would we do?) and Leading Ladies performed at school with a good friend in a leading role. P rom and graduation are right around the bend, and we’re all going crazy over last minute money scambles.  Gotta get tickets, gotta ensure whatever it is we need.  Last minute dates.  It’s all been very exciting, honestly.

What makes today stand out to me though was the sheer easy-breezy feeling to it.  No rush, no pressure, very simple.  And I was hit this afternoon with this sudden feeling of elation.  It’s an odd type of feeling to have, since it’s what would happen with those of us who were in love, and there are those moments where we’re just blissfully content to just bask in the love we know we have.  It’s that kind of simple yet complete elation.

Only, I’m not in love with anybody, nor anything even of the sort.  But I have no arguments to being so pleastly happy. It’s a nice way to spend an evening.  The only thing that really came out of it was a desire to share the feeling with someone – someone, as I said before, that I do not have.

Though, to be honest, I would have been fine to just randomly kiss somebody.  What kind of kiss?  Any kind to be honest, just as long as I could convey the same feeling I had.  SPREAD THE LOVE!  Isn’t that right?  It’s a unique mood to be in, one that’s sort of lovey-dovey, but only for the happy part.  I honestly don’t think anyone should miss out on it, even if only once in the lifetime, and only for a few moments.  It would be the best few moments of your life.

And simply because I had to write something, and the mood suited:

If only because it was too much trouble that day, she didn’t dress up.  Her face bare of rouge, her hair untouched, she was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

It was the way she smiled as she spoiled her nieces and nephews.  It was the way she lit up the house just by being there, even if she had bedhead and was still in sweats, fresh out of bed.  It was how she just couldn’t leave things be – because it shouldn’t have to just be. It was how she was such a klutz or made corny jokes.

It was how, at 5 in the morning sitting out on the porch with a mug of hot chocolate and watching the sky slowly turn lighter, she could look like an angel.

Because she was one, and she was with him.

~Five In the Morning