the piano.

She sat down silently
on that solid oak bench
and smoothly clicked on the light.
While she quietly slid her fingers into position,
she heard the familiar click of the television.
Biting her lip, she softly pressed the keys.
Steadily painting a picture of sound,
building a musical wall against her troubles.
But that wall began to crumble,
as the television slowly crescendoed in the background,
and her hopes started to diminuendo.
She trudged on,
pouring her soul onto those
sad, monochromatic ivory strips,
Trying to tune out the steady increase of the television volume.
As the roar of the tube grew louder.
Quieter and quieter she became
until there was but a whisper;
A whisper of hope left beneath
the embankment of tribulations.
A tear silently slid down her fair cheek,
as she reached up and smoothly clicked off the light.
And the ensuing darkness soon engulfed everything
except the glow of the television set.

Story

We were driving home from His house, very late on a cold, snowy eve.
The stop sign was approaching quickly.
"Are you going to stop or what?" i inquired.
"I'm trying"he said quickly.
I held my breath as i heard the brakes lock.
The car started skidding, slowly, then more uncontrollably.
I gasped as the car spun all the way around and flew into a ditch.
A large wooden telephone pole caught my eye, and i prayed we didnt hit it.
When i opened my eyes, the car was stopped.
I looked around, and noticed the telephone pole, less than a foot in front of the car.
It hit me: If we had been going one mph faster,
we would have hit it head on.
and possibly died.
He put the car in reverse, and we slowly backed out, back onto the road.
We sat there for a moment, and he turned to face me.
"i almost killed us. More importantly, i almost killed you."
I will never forget the desophoric sincereity in his eye that night.

seven.

so sadly, here's another blog about alex.
i'm not addicted, i swear, i just write whatever's passing through my mind, and here it is:

i love him.
like, i can't find words.
want to know exactly why i love him?

• he doesnt get jealous, like other guys.
• he doesnt give me any reason to be jealous.
• he doesnt flirt with other girls.
• he makes me laugh.
• he knows when something is wrong, and stops at nothing to find out what it is and make it better.
• the way he looks at me... its not "i want in your pants" or "sure, i guess i love you." its a "i love you so much that not a single word could every start to explain"
• he believes in my dreams.
• he usually picks me over his friends.
• he knows what to say to touch my heart.
• he gets along with my parents very well. they love him.
• he buys me stuff to show he cares. i wish he wouldn't. =P
• we can be together all day, and not get sick of each other, and still complain about having to leave.
• i can't stay mad at him for more than a day.
• he does very cute, spontaneous things. (chocolate malts, climbing trees, counting the stars...)
• he will never leave me, i can just tell.
• when he does something wrong, he does everything in his power to make it better.
• his friends are nice.
• he doesnt care what any body thinks of him.
• he's so awkward and cute.
• he's very stubborn, he doesnt change himself and what he's about.
• we have shared interests.
• we're polar opposites.
• he's not like other boys- not addicted to porn/masturbating/video games.
• he's smart, great plans for his future.

all this, bottled up in a single soul? seems impossible, right?
and did i happen to mention that he's in love with me?

sixmunths.

its been 6 months.

already?

and we've just begun.

who knows where this will take us.