Simple Things

I'm not looking for cookie cutter perfection. I'm searching for something beautifully evocative and genuine. People glance over the seemingly minor moments that pass you by, like the scenes of the outside world flashed outside the car window, it's those minute seconds of something wonderful that I keep in my heart. I'm a relatively simple girl. I'm made happy easy. A text message in the morning is enough to jump start my day with a smile. A text message at night sends me off to bed in a blissful state of happiness. It doesn't cost a dime to send and an indefinitely short amount of time to type. Simple and sweet. I love the random text messages, the "im thinking of you" messages, that make me burst into song and dance. Every kiss on the cheek or forehead gives me butterflies. My toes curl in and my knees buckle. I'm unable to stand and I can't think and nothing else seems to matter. Nothing but the feel of his lips on my face. I treasure every romantic moment and place it in a memory box to take out and examine as I lay in bed. I'm awashed with every feeling and sensation I felt at that given point in time. In psychology I learned about the self-fulfilling prophecy. If you think positively with optimism your actions might act in ways that will make this prediction true. I've been trying against my nature to view my glass as half-full. Every night I sleep with the hope that tomorrow I'll wake up to a happier day with hopefully a text message awaiting me. I could spend a quiet afternoon content resting my head on his lap. With my eyes closed tight against the world and the warm flesh of skin and muscle beneathe my cheek, I feel secure in his presence. He's right there and all my fears disappear, dissipate into the open air. I'm happy. Every laugh that we share together tickles my foolish heart. I want to laugh everyday with him. I'm made happy by simply being loved. The song that I dedicate to this blog is The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra. I adore the cover by Michael Buble.