mustard coats and tall young men~

i made some Raspberry Green iced Tea today. i like it a lot. it tastes like happyness. and clouds. and sunshine.

{i wore my new red lipstick today and a little white blouse.}

i stared at magazine clippings for an hour. then i got out my typewriter (i’ll have to introduce my typewriter soon…) and typed. this is the tid-bit i got out of it.

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her nose was slightly upturned. it was the first thing he noticed about her. but it wasn’t too awful. in fact, it was quite cute. at least he thought so. her eyes were large and round and blue. not that bright, vivid blue that shouted the moment you saw it. but that pale, little blue that was soft like flowers. he liked them. those eyes were framed by light tresses that looked like sunshine. two little emeralds hung from her small ears. probably family heirlooms. she wore a mustard coloured coat that was open. under it, he could glimpse a high-waisted cream coloured skirt and a pale green shirt with a large bow on the front. her heels were mustard. she never even looked at him, but walked on by. so he followed her, and fell in love with the way she would swing her arms as she walked.  he wanted to run up beside her and grab one of her small hands and swing his arms too. he thought about it. but then, right as the bus stop came into sight, he saw him. he was tall. and his eyes were blue. they were that bright, vivid blue that shouted the moment you saw it. his hair was golden. and if her’s looked like sunshine, his looked like sunlight. he had dimples when he smiled. and on his wrist he wore a watch that could of been his Grandfather’s. he carried his rumpled coat over one arm. and his grey shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows. he glimpsed some green argyle socks when one of his pant legs went up. she ran to him. and he opened his arms and caught her in them. they kissed one another. and he was jealous. jealous of that tall young man. but he watched anyways. he watched anyways till he took her hand in his and they walked away. their arms swinging.

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it’s amusing to me. i like the way i took the time to only describe the lady and the tall young man and not the young man watching. because it wasn’t important to me to tell of how he looked. how she looked was important. how the tall young man looked was important. how he looked wasn’t. because no matter how adorable or how sweet or handsome he was, he couldn’t have her. and that amused me, the way it played out.

off to some Tea.

love.

-Bella