two weeks

"Its going to be two weeks"

"What???"

I think clouds are really beautiful. When you look up at the skies at the break of dawn, at the moment when the sun peeks out from behind the clouds, you can see whatever you want. Every morning driving by the darkness and looking up at the light, I see her. Every morning. And its beautiful. Both the sky and of course her I mean. Its a moment of peace before the start of day and a moment of clarity to begin the day. I end up always sitting back and thinking todays going to be a wonderful day because of her and because the world is beautiful with her.

Sometimes I drive by in the rain. But the rain always passes and the sun always peeks back. And in those rainy days, I see rainbows. I saw two once which was simply amazing. I woke up today, and saw her. Only this time, its more serene and calm. Got up today and embraced the reality that it was still two weeks away. I 'got up' and realised that I'd rather be smiling every second for two weeks then be caught up with nonsensical thoughts. Dialled her number again, and fell in love all over again.

I tell her everyday that I want to make her fall in love with me over and over again. I think its actually me that keeps falling in love head over heels with her everyday. Its just automatic and happens on its own. Maybe, its just me that wants her to feel that way but her eyes tell me that shes the same. La vita e bella, life is beautiful. Caught a glimpse of the clouds and sky on the way walking from the carpark again, and you know what, shes the most beautiful girl a guy could ever ask for.



Kat Stratford (Julia Stiles):

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big, dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick — It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh — Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around. And the fact that you don't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you — Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.