eighty-eight

I love Halloween. I love dressing up. I love that you teased me and criticized; 

I love that you noticed.

The undefined nature of our connection terrifies me all the time, but I grin and bear it like so many pumpkin jack-o-laterns turned smiley faces.  I don't know what else to do. I love your attention; and I hate it when it leaves me scalded by your more-harsh-than-teasing tone. And I wonder how much longer your kind deeds will outweigh the times you've bruised my feelings with words.

But I wouldn't want you to change; because I love you just the way you are...
Trick or treat!

Happy Halloween.

eighty-seven

me
(you know, the one that's yours)

How do you sign your Love Letters?

eighty-six

be enthusiastic about your love and how you love

Enjoy this recorded speech from one of my favorite musicians.

eighty-five

I believe in the omens...

In this case, it isn't that the ring doesn't fit properly -- I'd like to be more positive than that; 

it's that I got a ring in the first place...and that it says LOVE.

eighty-four

Love should make us grin. 

And, it hits us where we live and with what we do. 

If you're a geek, enjoy the geeky love...

'cause, there's nothing like it!

Chingchingaaa! writes:

I found these funny illustrations in the net yesterday. The article was actually entitled, "Nerdy Dirty Illustrations for Nerds In Love." But I believe that these do not only apply to the nerds because when you are trapped in the four letters of L-O-V-E, you'd be weirder than you've ever been.

I found this post on Wave Avenue

eighty-three

Moments like these - spontaneous connections like these = Love

Found this link on Positive Atmosphere

eighty-two

You respond to every word

Spoken softly from my lips



Hard, yet smooth as silk

Beneath my fingertips



Warming the bed beside me

Whispering sweetly in my ear



Somehow you always know

Just what I want to hear



I feel so much better

Knowing you are close by



For, when I am without you,

My heart begins to cry



I'll never love another

Nearly quite so much



My one, my only

My iPod Touch

Written by J. W. on March 23, 2011