Monday, February 3, 2014

9:02 pm

I'm tired of hearing
"You have cold hands,"
more than
"I love you, honestly."
And I'm tired of saying
"Cold hands, warm heart."
And I'm tired of hearing your laugh that follows.

But it's 9:02,
so  maybe I'm just tired.

2 comments:

  1. A heart is a heart, no matter the warmth or coolness of ones hands. The warmth of the heart, depends on the giving of ones heart. I asked a girl today what love is, and she gave some definition I wont bother saying because its stupid. Love is whatever you want it to be. It changes based on the person and how they view love. Like i love your writings, but I don't love shrimp. Those have nothing in common. But so do a lot of people who get married. I think I have fallen in love in Paris with your writings. Stay cool noUturn

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    1. Patrick Stump, your comment has officially stumped me. (Get it? Haha.) So here is what has popped into my mind as I read your comment:

      First, "Cold hands warm heart" is a statement that my dad has always told me whenever I complain about how cold my hands are (they are usually quite freezing) I say it as a defensive mechanism when people tell me how cold my hands are, because even though they don't mean it as an insult, I take it as one.

      Second, I believe the people with the warmest hearts are those who don't give them out, because they're afraid or worried, but they have all this love bursting to get out. I suppose there are people who don't give them out because they do have cold hearts, but from my experience, the kindest people are the quietest.

      Third, "Love is whatever you want it to be." <--- love that.

      Fourthly, I love shrimp. Like, a lot.

      Fifth, I hate when people give me advice on marriage because you always hear things like "Opposites attract!" but then people are like "Marry someone like you so you can always see their point of view" and I'm over here like "Just give him abs, thanks."

      Sixth, thank you for this extremely nice and confusing comment. I had to read it twice to understand what you meant, but that doesn't mean I didn't love it the first time. I'm excited to read your blog, I hope it's as random as this comment.

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