it was a very "don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened" situation. i had loved a boy but fell in love with his family more. it was a case of longing without passion and love without lust. i ached for these people, this family I had gripped onto so fiercely and given my heart. but there was the problem. I had given them my heart and not him. and I couldn't keep them without keeping him. but in keeping him I was loosing me. how unfair it is to want a fruit only to fall in love with its tree and in the end wind up in an entirely different orchard
We were in London and it was crowded. And it was noisy. And busy. And dull. And chaos. And much too much for two people from the quiet beaches in Australia.
But we found Hyde Park. And we found squirrels. We found colour. We found the theatre. And laughter. And joy. And good sandwiches. And then we found the Natural History Museum. We found science and wonder. And excitement. And all of a sudden it wasn't too much. It was simply all the sides of an adventure one doesn't see from afar.
I wondered if there was anyone who would ever get to see all of me, but the more I wondered, the more I thought of the moon and how she will never show us all of her, and how we will never show her all of us. It doesn't make our relationships any less special or what we give eachother any less remarkable. It is simply that the moon and I are not small enough to be seen with two eyes.
it was a Monday when you looked at my skin and saw the blood flushing beneath it. it was a Monday and we were under the stars when you told me you liked the way I held my body, the way I love my cat, how I'm passionate, that I have freckles over my entire body and how you want to count them all, hand by hand, limb by limb,so that one day you could say to me "hey Abby you have 672,000 freckles". it was a Monday and we were under the starts and your hand was on my leg when I decided to things:
1. I wanted to never stop getting freckles. This way you would have to spend a lifetime counting them on my body
2. A lifetime would not be enough for me to get my fill of you.
wheatfield with a reaper (1889) \ fields of gold \ vase with 15 sun flowers (1888) \ apricot trees in blossom (1888) \ olive trees with yellow sunset \ field of yellow flowers (1889) \ potatoes in a yellow dish (1888) \ bottle, lemons and oranges (1888)