Another c edition. These happen too often. I should update every day.
He danced a little in the snow and the breeze. The snow was so dry that it squeaked with every movement that he made. He could see his breath in the air, clouding to the sky. It was ripped out of his mouth by the wind.
He didn't mind, though.
She was coming.
He waited without impatience, in the snow, letting his breath solidify.
The air tore past him and stung his cheeks. His eyes watered in the wind and the cold. The tears slowly rolled down his cheeks. The trails evaporated. He squeezed his eyes closed and focused on the wind. He could feel every gust like sandpaper. He waited.
He could hear squeaking towards him. He opened his eyes and smiled.
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There. Happy?
ReplyDeleteYeah, I think so. ^_^
ReplyDeleteUgh. I should just direct my girlfriend to this site so that she gets an idea of the kind of smarmy impact she's had on me.
ReplyDeleteGirlfriend?!? Oh wow, awesome stuff! I think smarmy works for you.
ReplyDeleteUgh. I just feel dirty and cheap when I write about love. I want to write about the "real" parts. The depressing parts. But whenever I try to think of any, my mind rebells. I don't want to have any depressing parts in my relationship.
ReplyDeleteI can't think of anything bad. And that's bad. I can't think of anything good. That's also bad.
I can't write at all, apparently.
Um...happy floaty lovey-dovey infatuation isn't "real" like sadness? I beg to differ!
ReplyDeleteIt's not as powerful to me.
ReplyDeleteHow is it not as powerful? I know people tend to make it corny and whatnot, but (this is going to sound... smarmy, but listen) love is the most powerful force in the universe (believable?). It's the most "real" thing there is. The rest is just shadows. That's why darkness is just the absence of light. It's nothing in itself.
ReplyDeleteAgain with the beating of the dead horse (which is absolutely awful), some very brilliant Christian writers have said that a good story needs a eucatastrophe.
Depressing may be honest, but it's not real.
Climbing off soapbox... NOW. ^_^
No. I don't think that love is as realistic as reality. I don't even think that it relates even closely. When you're infatuated (and you'll know once you're there WHEN THIS HAPPENS) everything takes a rosy tint. You fail to notice the bad in anything, unless you meet Snidely Whiplash by mistake. And even then, you're willing to give him a second chance.
ReplyDeleteNo, love is blinding. As a writer, I'd much rather be pessimistic and see everything the way I believe it to be, rather than be in luuuuuve and see nothing but her.
BUT as not a person. As a person, I'd much rather be in love. Ten times more.
It's fun.