At our friends wedding, we're having big fun. Many of these people work for TV, and they know how to throw a party.
It's the end of August, the last real day of summer, and everyone feels this (despite the heat that is still going on and on and on, relentless over the past three months and tonight). Everyone is having fun, but they seem to put some extra energy in their having fun.
It seems like a scene from The Great Gatsby.
Crossing the renaissance villa's Italian gardens (facing the sea), I see my husband. standing tall and suntanned among the other people. His back straight, his stance confident, he's one of the few men who do not look overwhelmed by the heat. He's confident, at ease.
And I remember when I met him, it was so clear he was the only one for me.
We both knew it, right away, and as the years went on, things got more difficult - we were faced with more challenges.
I begged him to stay, try to remember what we had in the beginning.
He is charismatic, magnetic, electric, and everybody knows it. When he walks in, everyone stands up to talk to him.
I always have the sense that he is torn between being a good person and missing out on all the opportunities that life can offer a man as magnificent as him.
And in that way, I... understand him.
And I love him, I love him, I love him.
Post Scritptum
the politics opportunity is real. But
would anyone really want to get involved in politics in this country?
this people have a lot to hide, and I know some. I know they earn a lot that if off the records, and I'm not sure if there is worse than that
So I don't really think I'll do it.
I'm not going to say I sleep easily, as anxiety is big these days. But at least it's anxiety about what I do, and it's not guilty feeling (ok, lots of guilty feelings 'bout food, but you know what I mean LOL).
It's the end of August, the last real day of summer, and everyone feels this (despite the heat that is still going on and on and on, relentless over the past three months and tonight). Everyone is having fun, but they seem to put some extra energy in their having fun.
It seems like a scene from The Great Gatsby.
Crossing the renaissance villa's Italian gardens (facing the sea), I see my husband. standing tall and suntanned among the other people. His back straight, his stance confident, he's one of the few men who do not look overwhelmed by the heat. He's confident, at ease.
And I remember when I met him, it was so clear he was the only one for me.
We both knew it, right away, and as the years went on, things got more difficult - we were faced with more challenges.
I begged him to stay, try to remember what we had in the beginning.
He is charismatic, magnetic, electric, and everybody knows it. When he walks in, everyone stands up to talk to him.
I always have the sense that he is torn between being a good person and missing out on all the opportunities that life can offer a man as magnificent as him.
And in that way, I... understand him.
And I love him, I love him, I love him.
Post Scritptum
the politics opportunity is real. But
would anyone really want to get involved in politics in this country?
this people have a lot to hide, and I know some. I know they earn a lot that if off the records, and I'm not sure if there is worse than that
So I don't really think I'll do it.
I'm not going to say I sleep easily, as anxiety is big these days. But at least it's anxiety about what I do, and it's not guilty feeling (ok, lots of guilty feelings 'bout food, but you know what I mean LOL).
