I believe in a thing called love

…Though the rain may fall, I won’t care at all, coz baby I got you…
There’s a rush of emotions, a flow that you can feel of cool refreshing water silking its way swiftly over and through your brain just as he turned and asked ‘So are we friends?’ and I can see the lads playing football on the tennis courts and I can remember the smell of the damp grass from the terraces behind us and I can see the blue of his eyes just short of sparkling. But most of all I can remember the silk flowing through my head.
…The breeze is blowing softly on my face, It reminds me of something else, Something that in my memory has been misplaced, Suddenly all comes back…
Theres a softeness to somebodies lips, a sort of moment of meeting and then a beautiful give as it deepens and becomes a warm, wet, wonder of nothingness-something. But there are a million moments of almost before the kiss happens. And there are a million questions in his brown, brown eyes which ou know are reflected in yours. That light that doesnt quite and then it does and suddenly you lean to ask a questionand your lean is met, and the girls in the seat behind you talking complete nonsense are completely drowned out by the something-nothingness and Macbeth and The Beautiful South are forgotten and you feel enveloped in the softness.
…This could be Rotterdam or anywhere, Liverpool or Rome…
Theres a moment when your heart moves somewhere deep within you, when you realise that someone else feels for you, that there is a perfect empathy. I can remember him being sat there, and I remember the deafening swerve of the car, the sudden jump of fear that swirled briefly at the back of my throat and then the perfection that only a melodramatic death could have made me ignore. I can remember the fields swinging fast past the windows, and I can remember the anger in his eyes and then the change that seemed to sweep over them and change them from brown to purple to brown and blue and any colour under the sun. I can almost taste the moment of movement within.
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road, Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go…
That moment when she said ‘come on’ and took me by the hand…
And you,
Were right to bide your time and not buy into my misery, Well the good things are never free, Do the colours of the rainbow look the same to everyone? And I, Was rushing round in circles for a reason to believe, Wipe the slime from off your sleeve, You could follow me for weeks, And I’m not going anywhere…
That moment where he turned around and held me and I didn’t leave…
If you gave me just a coin for everytime we’ve said goodbye, well I’d be rich beyond my dreams…
The feel of his hand about my waist…

This entry was written for me. Any comments are your own and will be accepted as such.
That second that seems like hours when she laughed and laughed and laughed…

7 thoughts on “I believe in a thing called love

  1. I do appologise for the psudenim; I thought that it would allow me to identify myself to you whilst allowing me to remain annonymous to the innocent masses.

    I trust you are old enought, wise enough and experienced enought to know and understand your own mind, heart and lifestyle.
    However, I am concerned for your well being. Too many times have I discovered you saddened or close to tears.

    Please promise me that you will take care of yourself and do whatever you must to be happy.

    If that means going back on a promise that you made to yourself, or your life choices, then so be it, either way

    Take care of yourself

  2. Love is a beautiful thing, beliving in it is equally good. Something that good will never hurt you – only losing it will. And sometimes you just can’t take the risk of losing it.

    "Sue" – you can never go back on promises to yourself, only on ones you make to other people, and I know you have made promises to others. Will we know if you’ll have to keep them next March?

  3. Hmm, I’ve met a Sue Denim before, and knew who she was then, and I’m wondering if that’s what was being referred to. The only thing is that I was the centre of that flamestorm/discussion, and I can’t remember if you were even involved.

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