#stolen from the real world

I don't know what love is.

I have never been in love before (at least I don't think I have.) I have never been in love before, but I have been in this world long enough to "understand" it. Seventeen magazine gives me flirting tips, and Kris Jenner reminded me that your first marriage doesn't need to work out, neither does your second one. My friend's on her fourth. Hey, this is life, right? So this is love, mmmhmmmhmmmhmmm....

Ever noticed that there's more break up songs out there than love songs?

I have been choked by the influence of music.

(i never said this was a bad thing.)

I don't know what love is, but I know what I would like it to be. I know I would like it to feel like a barefoot day in the meadow with a sundress and naturally blonde hair. I know I want it to be an over sized sweater with a big hot chocolate mug and a million laughs. I know there's supposed to be some passionate kissing and mesmerizing sentiments. I think I'd like it to be leaving to go get the groceries, and coming back with priceless memories. I want it to feel like the Fourth of July everyday.

I have been choked by the influence of music, and it has shaped my ideal definition of love. I have tried to mash it into a perfect love soliloquy. Full of awkward pauses, and small giggles, teary eyes and breathless moments.

I call it:

I Won't Give Up, Michelle, if you Run Away With Me. We can Light a Roman Candle and I won't be a Gambler.

(it's a very awkward title, but I suppose so is love.)

Let me catch my breath...

this is really hard.

If I start to look like I'm sweating, well...

it's cause I am.

*i laugh and he smiles at how stupid he feels*

*trying to start over*

Slow down,

we've got time left to be lazy.

So, light a Roman candle with me.

Just a Roman candle,

you can wear your sandals,

and I'll pour you just one cup of tea.

Then you can go and rest,

you haven't seen my best...

cause I won't give up on us.

Even if the skies get rough.

I'm giving you all my love...

God knows we're worth it.

*eyes brighten as new idea comes into his mind*

...run away with me?

*excitement builds*

Let me be your ride out of town,

let me be the place that you hide...

get the car packed and throw me the key.

Run away with me.

Say the word, and I'm already there!

*tears form in both of our eyes*

I love you

I love you

I love you! That's all I want to say.

*cute small giggle here*

But it was love at second sight.

*i nod and smile at the memories*

I swear when I grow up, I won't just buy you a rose.

I will buy the flower shop,

And you will never be lonely.

*a pause*

Ma belle...

Sont des mots qui vont tres bien ensemble...

tres bien ensemble.

*a small laugh, because we both know what this actually means*

*i look down but he continues to stare at me. when we meet eyes again

it's perfect*

my favorite "love" songs

i won't give up - jason mraz

michelle - the beatles

run away with me - the unauthorized biography of samantha brown

(^^ i think it's a musical or something)

light a roman candle with me - fun.

the gambler - fun.