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Wednesday, 7 November 2012

HEARTS LIKE ICE CREAMS


Somewhere on a beach almost a year ago, my heart fluttered one last time and then finally melted. It had been frozen solid for as long as I can remember, and though ice may melt at zero degrees, I had been searching for the right temperature in vain. For my heart's melting point was you. And that warm, oh so warm feeling returns every time our eyes meet, every time I find myself back in your arms and close to your heart. I was with you for a week just a little while ago and it was us, melted hearts and all. You complete me, you know? I know I know. Sometimes one does just know.

Wednesday, 24 October 2012

Tigers

Tigers, like all cats, are sexy, of course, Tigers are the sexiest - the stripes you see. Tigers, like all cats, get scared however, they get caught in the headlights and they bite. Like all cats, when they have nowhere to turn, they can fight like hell. This tiger however isn't like all cats, there's no teeth in her bite, even if she pretends there is, and sometimes blue people feel like they want to get bitten. It's the nature of a blue person. But I know that my Tiger will always float, because I know that behind all those teeth and claws, that fur and growling, is my Tiger, that never bites and that loves me, but sometimes get scared. This is my Tiger, and no one else knows it, but I know this Tiger like no one else, and I know she'd never hurt me. We''ll always be together, and we'll always be happy together, Tiger and Blue.

Friday, 19 October 2012

HOPES AND WISHES


On this night, like on so many before, sleep escapes me. I wish I could take it all back, Blue, I really do. I wish I could take back the day I agreed to be 400 miles away from you, the hour I flew over the channel without you, the minute I tore our world in two, the second I hurt you. I was never really one for tears, but now the flow won't stop, and it's drowning me, this monsoon of sorrow, of guilt, of blame that belongs on no one's shoulders but mine. I'm sorry for everything I said last night. For everything I didn't say today. It's so hard sometimes, but then, you know that better than anyone. My anger stems from longing, from loneliness, from missing you, and not from what you do. I'm sorry I made you think I want you to change. I'm sorry I was cold and mean. I'm sorry I pushed you to a point where you won't say a word to me. I'm drowning, but then, I'm the one who rocked the boat and burnt my life vest. I have no one but myself to blame. All I can do is hope there's still a little dry spot in your heart for me.

Saturday, 13 October 2012

ANOTHER CITY

All the lost moments in the days without you, all the minutes that I count going by, one by one by one... They disappear with Brussels on the horizon - another city for us to claim, to make our own. And ours it will be, along with the rest of the world. Tomorrow we forget our shackles. Tomorrow, we get to take in a lung-bursting taste of freedom, the freedom I can only have with you. And tomorrow is on the horizon, and tomorrow another city will be ours and you will be ever-deeper in my heart. Because tomorrow, I will be with you Blue.

Found

Not lost anymore. I can see exactly where I'm going, and tomorrow it's Brussels, maybe next week it will be France, Poitiers, maybe the week after, Prague, maybe we'll meet in Paris, or London, where will we be for New Years? We'll be together, for sure, but tomorrow it's Brussels. I've pulled the hood back now and I can see right where I'm aiming for, on Tuesday the hood will be back on, and I'll be watching my feet, one step at a time, ignoring the passing world, but not Sunday, no, Sunday I get to drink it all it, throw my head back and scream as loud as I like, let the rain or the sun or the moon or the stars fall on my face and be set free, free by that thing we all want. Not internships, not money, not even friends. Love. Clichesclichescliches! It was until the 22nd of June 2011 at least, but now I've found it I'm not wandering, I'm not lost anymore, I know right where I'm aiming for. Her.




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Thursday, 11 October 2012

Brussels!

Im going to Brussels with my wonder girl o Sunday. Thanks to her creative brilliance, amazing good looks and dazzling smile we've won a seat in the spotlight this weekend at the EU, which hopefully will turn into a summer of interning together in 2013!

Here's how we won...