- Because I love you ♥
- Let's take a walk in the snow...no need to know where we go -
- 1st December- Judith
- This is the story of a girl: How many days in the year, she woke up with hope, but she only found tears -
When I woke up I was realizing that the December had just begun...last month of a crazy, lonely year...
I stood up looking out the window, somehow hoping for some snow. No snow . . . of course not.
Oh, New York's such a beautiful city in December. The big Christmas tree in front of the Rockefeller Center and all that stuff! Whatever you look at, there are lights everywhere in town! It's simply beautiful. Shiny, glitzy, glittery...
I'd love to stand there while it snows. Just one time, when it seems like life's in a rush and you're the only one who's staying behind to savour the moment...
It would simply not appear that I got the time to stand there doing nothing but enjoy, though.
It isn't that easy to be in school, go to work (-yes, I'm working in a Starbucks Coffee Shop to gain some money) and still have enough time to have fun out there.
You have to know: I'm living on my own in a little flat (together with my American Cocker Spaniel Sulky). . . so I neither have the money to wear all those expensive clothes any rich girl can (but do I care?- No! Life offers you so much more than clothes! I don't need this to be happy) nor the time to hang out with my two friends Rachel and Eve every day.
Thats the reason why I'm so lonely sometimes. Eve and Rachel are so kind, but I'd like to have. . . someone to love. The one person I had once never understood that I'm busy working every other day. I wasn't able to spend all my time with him so he broke up our relationship. After that I stopped searching for someone to understand me. Rachel says I need to keep my eyes open, the right boy would be out there searching for me. . . but I don't think I'm this special to be found. I don't look somehow special. I'm all normal. Or at least that's what I'm thinking?
Okay. Not every girl my age is living alone because she were left behind by her family, but from the outside I'm very much like every other girl. Black and wavy hair, blue eyes, tall . . .
Who would search for me? Forever alone. . . Doesn't matter, does it?
So... today was like every other day. School wasn't special anyway, but in the afternoon I had some time to relax. Being lazy, taking time to read a good book. That's the only thing I want to do when I'm not at work . . .There was some homework to do, though. And what was Sulky doing? Playing around on my books! She's so high-spirited sometimes. . .and turns everything topsy-turvy! She's lovely, isn't she? Ahahahaha. . .
"Sulky, out of my bed! Now! . . . You little. . . stop it! Not my pillow! Pleeaasee! Naughty, naughty dog! Now, don't you run away. . . You drive me insane! You hear me?! Insane! . . ."
I'd love to know how long it takes her to become reasonably. . . maybe she'll never be. That would just be suitable for her. A never growing-up dog.
- 2nd December- Judith
- Forever's gonna stop tonight -
Phew. Lying in my bed, closing my eyes my thoughts drifted apart, bringing up the pictures of today. What a crazy day it had been. After school I had to work for some hours and afterwards going out for a walk with Sulky. It's something like a ritual. A long walk. That's why I'm often in the Central Park. . . but I never saw him there before. Y'all probably think: ´´Do you know how big that park is?! Why do you even wonder about something like that.´´
I'm every single day out, whether it is snowy, sunny, cloudy, windy, rainy. Whatever the weather is like. I know nearly everyone by seeing who's recurrently there. That boy was new, though.
My heart pounded aloud by thinking about him. I feel crazy about him and I don't even now him? He's cold-hearted. Nothing else. It'll make it more easy to forget about him, but I'll better start at the beginning.
Sulky was chasing birds while I sat down on a bench, waiting for her to finally come back.
And waiting . . . and waiting . . . and waiting . . . and waiting . . .
It didn't take me long to stand up, all worried to search for her.
Why does it have to be so cold . . . (and why is my dog running alone through the Central Park?!) . . .
I was getting sulky and strolled around like an idiot, calling for her.
"Sulky!? Sulky, come back, please! I'm cold! . . ."
Instead of my her, he came out of nowhere- actually followed by my lazy dog. I wasn't able to say a word, standing there like an idiot. I didn't know who I am and where I'm from . . . I didn't know anything as if I had a black out at an exam at school.
His eyes were so dreamily. He stared into mine. Was it curiosity in his eyes? I was having a hard time to breath. Before I was finally able to say something he was gone. Just gone. How rude!
However, I went home then, finding a little slip of paper, bucked under Sulky's collar. Unfolded I held it in my hands, reading it for the tenth time or something.
"Don't be too resentful. See you next time. Zero"
Who do you think you are? Don't be to resentful . . . as if he knew. Me being resentful. Hah!
I was curious if I would meet him again someday, though. He was different from any boy I knew ...
- 2nd December- Zero>
- This is a dream, maybe you'll stay with me -
What a nice day it has become after all. I met a crazy girl, in a positive way, down there in the Central Park, where I haven't been for years . . .
No way I would have thought of something like that to happen when I entered it. I just wanted to think about some things, to enjoy loneliness. My latest girlfriend was going pretty much going on my nerves. How can one person can be so arrogant?- It was no miracle: She's was a cheerleader and her daddy never stopped kissing the pavement she walks on. My family has got a lot of money as well, but if I would behave like that . . .
My dad always wanted me to stay on the ground. My mother is . . . she's more like Scarlette.
And me? I'm trying to live my life the way I want to. Just like every other teenager.
So I walked trough the park looking for nothing when I stumbled. There had been a small dog next to my feet. I looked at him for just a moment without knowing what to do. When he ran away I found myself following him . . . I don't know what made me do that.
There she was. I didn't know who she was, but looking so lovely without putting on tons of make-up. . .
Instead of talking to her I left before blushing or anything like that. I buckled a slip of paper beneath the dog's collar, though. (Good to always have a pen with me... and accidentally the piece of paper Scarlette gave me with her "Oh, I love you so much..."-stuff.)
She didn't seem to have noticed that. Maybe I'm going to spent some more time in the Central Park. . . hopefully seeing her again.
- 3rd December- Judith
- Love is more than just a game for two -
Sometime in the afternoon Rachel and Eve showed up at my place. Deep within I felt the urge to tell them about the latest events. A smile spread across their faces when I did so.
"What a cute story! You'll meet him again, won't you?!," Rachel really was overreacting and that´s what Eve told her right away.
Eve always says what she's thinking, like Rachel always overreacts. Strange but lovely. . . my friends.
"What are you talking about? I don't even know his name. You're ridiculous!," my power of persuasion had been better, but not now.
"I'm not ...!" The discussion was started with Eve laughing at us all the time.
Finally I gave up, telling them, "I'd like to see him again. I don't think I'm will, though. . . . and even if, there's no chance about him dating me or something like that. You know. He seems to be one of those popular boys who's leader of the soccer team or something like that. I'd bet he already has a girlfriend anyway. . ."
"Why do you always have to be so pessimistic? I can't stand it," was all Eve said. It was nothing but the truth, right? Why dreaming of something that will never be. My heart, though, surrendered, hoping.
Some hours later when I came back from work, my flat looked like everyday. Sulky had been enjoying herself. The apartment was muddled up by her and she was even proud of her mayhem.
"Oh no! Not again ... how often do I have to tell you not to... -Hey, wait a sec: Where's my skirt?! I wanted to wear it tomorrow in school."
I was right behind her when Sulky began to run away. . .
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Even if it is not always easy to understand well for me. I am poor in English !
I hope that the history will finish well like a true tale of Christmas! but it is necessary to believe in it, the love always triumphs
Thinking of the end...I hope I can finish it until chrismas
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And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music ♥
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But take time, that can bring even more inspiration to you to imagine the end of your history
I would come to read the continuation in any case
I'll do my best
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And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music ♥
=RawEm0tion - Curious?
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Who needs drug!??i don't!! i'm the DRUG!!
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And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music ♥
=RawEm0tion - Curious?
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Who needs drug!??i don't!! i'm the DRUG!!
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Every girl needs a man she can go to in her sweats, hair a mess, make-up running down her face, eyes red from crying and the first thing he says is "Baby, you're beautiful!" and means it!
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