i walked down to the park yesterday with Miss Tandy. it was actually quite awful. my feet were hot (which i despise wholeheartedly), and with my feet being hot and all, my head began to hurt. awful as it was though, i started to enjoy myself a mile into it. i find that when my head hurts, i can think a little better at times. and one can’t help but enjoy themselves when they are thinking superbly. it felt like little .f.l.o.w.e.r.p.e.t.a.l.s. were being dropped into my noggin. which made me come up with this sweet tid-bit:
————————————————
“he loves me…he loves me not…” she dropped each daisy petal about her feet where she sat as she said the words. a chuckle sounded behind her. she didn’t even bother to look. so he walked around to face her. then, she bothered to look at him. his hair was mussed and his tie undone. his shirtsleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and in one of his hands was a small bouquet of daisies. he set the bouquet on her lap as he sat down beside her. “i thought you might want to try some of these.” she glared at him. “what did you do? count their petals?” his smile was a dead give-a-way. “oh, what’s the use?” she flicked the petals from the skirt of her green dress. “they all say the same thing. i’m playing a child’s game for goodness sake!” he only laughed and lay down and stared up at the sky. she fumed. but only for a while. then she lay down next to him. a curl of her auburn hair landed on his lips. he gently removed it. she sighed. “i just don’t know if he really loves me.” he didn’t say anything. so they just lay there. and he secretly fingered and carressed the curl that had landed on his face. and then he whispered, “i know i love you.” but she didn’t hear him. so they just lay there.
————————————
thought i’d let you take a peek at that.
-Bella
