Eighth Diary

There is some kiss
we want
with our whole lives

-Rumi-

Happy Valentine's Day!  Only if I was in Paris, in a small, warm and cozy restaurant with antique frames hanging on a wall, drinking a bottle of Chardonnay with my lover, (not to mention a little romantic gifts and flowers to share the zink) and of course, hopelessly in love. I would be able to celebrate this day a little more vibrantly. lol.

Listening to James Mraz's Bella Luna I feel like I'm in the mood but don't know what to do with it.

My friends tell me it's probably time that I start looking for someone, like actually, looking out the window to see if there's anyone waving hands at me. They are invisible to me, though, I don't know why but I see them, but I don't see them at the same time-- it's just so damn confusing. I guess I just don't know what to "look-for." When I meet that "someone" I'll know, yeah, people say, magazines say, books say, even my grandma tells me over the telephone, but it's something more than just knowing-- don't you think?

All I know right now is that I will never give up on love. No matter how much it brings me down, I know it's all worth the fall.