watermark
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Something I randomly came up with... the fruit of hopeless Managerial Accounting classes.
He's footnoted on every page of the book that is her life, or worse - watermarked. Once his new year's resolution was to love her even more if possible and by the time the next year rolled around, she didn't exist for him anymore. The smell of the new car, tearing off plastic covers. Driving along disappointing undrpasses in succession and dedicating songs over the radio. Cooking omelette in the kitchen and his own speial recipe for instant noodles. That one little stuffed animal hidden in his bag, "No, I didn't bring anything for you" The funny way he'd brush his teeth - she'd hear him gargling from the other side of the bathroom door. Craning necks in the dark, dark night to catch glimpse of that one little owl. The new sheets everyday, alongwith that tiny soap bar and shopping for toothpaste and cream. Passing by hills covered with flowers and stopping the car n the middle of the rad just to pick a whole bunch out to give her. Romantic slowdances in the cold night warmed by the numerous candles lighting the room and that specially compiled playlist. The steamy windows in the humid heat and her handprint on one in a very Titaniclike way. The cravings, the longings, being miles away and still so close. Being millimeters away and being so, so far. Oceans came in between.
And somewhere along the road that honeymooners go is a fence with their names etched on together for eternity.
He's footnoted on every page of the book that is her life, or worse - watermarked. Once his new year's resolution was to love her even more if possible and by the time the next year rolled around, she didn't exist for him anymore. The smell of the new car, tearing off plastic covers. Driving along disappointing undrpasses in succession and dedicating songs over the radio. Cooking omelette in the kitchen and his own speial recipe for instant noodles. That one little stuffed animal hidden in his bag, "No, I didn't bring anything for you" The funny way he'd brush his teeth - she'd hear him gargling from the other side of the bathroom door. Craning necks in the dark, dark night to catch glimpse of that one little owl. The new sheets everyday, alongwith that tiny soap bar and shopping for toothpaste and cream. Passing by hills covered with flowers and stopping the car n the middle of the rad just to pick a whole bunch out to give her. Romantic slowdances in the cold night warmed by the numerous candles lighting the room and that specially compiled playlist. The steamy windows in the humid heat and her handprint on one in a very Titaniclike way. The cravings, the longings, being miles away and still so close. Being millimeters away and being so, so far. Oceans came in between.
And somewhere along the road that honeymooners go is a fence with their names etched on together for eternity.
posted by sheandher338 @ 3:11 AM
