...Baby...

I love you.

Tonight,
the night when I'm down and troubled,
you were there.

You called me,
held on to the phone,
and listened to me patiently.

As any girl would tell you,
that's enough.

Listening itself is enough.

You talked to me,
insisting that I tell what's bothering me,
even when I didn't seem like I wanted to.

You knew there was something wrong,
you sensed it.
That's the first sign to show that you know me well enough,
that you care.

Never have I felt comfortable talking to you about matters of the heart.
I sometimes feel like you HEAR the words that I say,
not LISTEN.
But tonight,
you proved me wrong.

Tonight's the first night I told you something grave, serious.
I shared a part of me so intimate,
even more intimate than any physical intimacy goes.

You uttered me words that made my withering troubled heart swell again.
The truth?
I hope so.

You sounded so sincere,
I really hope the words that you said were not a fabrication of the truth.

Knowing the truth about what you thought about me, your baby, brought me to heights of joy & contentment.
The truth was all I wanted.

You shed light from another perspective,
a perspective too hidden from me to see when I'm down.


I've never known this side of you.
You've surprised me.

Maybe this is a tiny twinkle of a big bright star,
A small sign of many great things to come.


I love you, baby.


I love you.

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Rain, Rain.. go away..

I walked back in the cold rain.

The rain brings mixed feelings.

If it rains on a lazy Sunday morning, I love it. I like pulling my blankie up and just curling myself up in bed.

Other times, esp when I'm out, it just makes me depressed.

Like today.

Such melancholy. Such depression. Such dullness.

Its even worse when its FRIGGIN cold!

I hate the rain.

I realise I should not say that lest there cometh a period of draught.

Alrite, I do not hate the rain.