You Make Me Feel...
I have three days until Valentine's Day. I sit at my polished mahogany desk, Tchaikovsky thundering behind me, and ponder how to further woo Julie, the woman I'm falling in love with. I consider taking her out of town for the weekend, but a lack of funding precludes a trip. I could send her flowers if I hadn't sent her roses a month prior. Maybe I should take her out to dinner-- no, a simple dinner reeks of simplicity. "Hmm," I mumble, "what can we do that's romantic and doesn't cost very much?" It comes to me in a flash of insight: I can replay our first date. The plan crystallizes as our first date replays through my mind. We'll journey to the beach in the afternoon. We'll eat at that little pizza place. What did they call it? Oh, yeah; it's named Felipe's. Sentimental value increases the greasy joint's romantic appeal. After dinner, I'll offer her my arm and we will meander down the boardwalk preceding sunset. When our feet bring us below the Pacific Palms Hotel where our lips first touched, I'll kiss her again. When our intimate embrace concludes, I'll guide her farther along the boardwalk to the gray concrete bench we held each other on that beautiful night. Sitting on that too-uncomfortable bench, I will cradle her in my
------------------------------------------------------------------------**Bibliography**. I've applied it to every aspect of my life. With surprise, I note that I actually have two pages of notes. My computer earns a mere glance as I reject the notion of typing her a love letter. We'll sit there, with her wrapped tightly in my arms!, and watch the day fade. In seventh grade I had a huge crush on Andrea Huggins, an all too cute blonde in my class. For every two thoughts I catch, three are lost forever to me. arms and watch the sun slide below the horizon. After a short prayer for God to prevent mistakes I commit the first words to paper. I'll write her a letter! A long, poetic sharing of how I care for her. After the sun sets, I'll give her the letter and watch her beautiful face as she reads it. I love to watch her lips move ever-so-slightly while she peruses the page. I concentrate on the flow of my writing, ensuring that each sentence embraces the last, the letter's melody all the while resonating through my body.
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