Muse 50: Protection

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A part of me wanted you - closely, tightly, and ever so slightly warm. A chill ran down my arms as I felt the February wind blow across the earth, and I didn't need a second to spare. I wished for the spring to come earlier so a warmer breeze would brush down the hairs on my arms... for the skies to keep the sun's rays out a little longer... for the hour that would come to skip, not to skip at all... but most of all, through the ellipses and thoughts, I found myself wishing - not for spring - for you. So you could block the winter wind, become my summer sky and make time standstill.

Muse 20: Sure

This is to make up for the lack of yesterday. It's a bit more personal, but definitely narrative.

500 Days of Summer

I was never the kind of little girl that dreamt about completing weddings. There was no whipped cream white dress with an overflowing train that started from my waist to the end of the church aisle. Instead, I loved the kind of aisle - that had mountains of cereal boxes, Campbell cans and 30% coupons that I swiped like a Golden ticket just for myself - much, much more. I used to be the kind of girl that believed love needed to be developed, like the man I was gonna marry would be my crush, then boyfriend, then man of 4 years and counting, where the feelings of forever have developed beyond maturity. Yet now, the life I'm looking for with someone else is the kind where I find "what I was never sure of," just by suddenly waking up or having that one short moment - that one short moment where arbitrary meaning becomes the reason I suddenly know you fit me.