so this is love...

"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes. Love does not come to an end." -quoted in A Walk to Remember


The first time I heard this, my automatic response was, "Love must not be human."

Call me a cynic and you'd be right.

winter sunshine...

brown eyes wide,

white gold strands of hair standing every which way.

perched on the couch with arms folded,

the picture of politeness.

quaking from head to foot with

anticipation,

gazing at the packages under the tree.

a gasp and a dash! to the package she runs!

given permission to tear something into bits!

careful first, then faster as the treasure within

is glimpsed,

a furious paper snowstorm.

tiny intake of breath.

silent gaze on the treasure in her arms, then

laughter and smiles

that fill the heart with joy.

she is my winter sunshine.

i am a selfish child...

"you know that girl? she's incredible."

that's what everyone says to me.

she is. incredible. yes.

that's her.

incredible.

her?

she's loved. she's adored. she's special.

the favorite.

the other one?

no one talks about the other one.

the best friend.

the one who sticks through all the heartache, pain, and betrayal.

the other one?

she's me.

her?

she's used. she's forgotten. she's nothing.

the one who is always there,

but who is never noticed.