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“I love observing the sky.” I said to my teacher while my brother started to cuddle with the guitar. "If not with the telescope, I would lay down and look up there, try to count the stars, the constellation, to find out the mystery above.” “Yea… and make a wish upon a falling star too…” Adrian completed something I neglected to say as I tried not to reveal myself completely to the teacher even though I begin to understand it really well that she doesn't need my detail sometimes. “I do that too. Make a wish upon the shooting star. At home, I like to sit on my window sill to watch the sky, like you do too, hon.” Yea, it is true what she said. I do that at home, sitting on the window sill or lying down by the swimming pool to watch the sky. At that moment, my twin started to pick some chords I am very familiar with, which made my heart sings and encouraging my soul to reach Miss Rina’s hands and pulled her in my arms. “You haven’t told me about the sensation dancing with a monkey.” I speak to her beautiful eyes as we swayed lazily into the rhythm played by brother. “What more can I say, hon… you know it was perfectly wonderful, just like what I am feeling right now.” She rested her right hand on my shoulder while the other holding my right hand. “C’mon Andy… sing for us.” I requested. “Let’s sing together, sis.” “That’s a lovely melody, relate me the story, please, honey.” She whispered very softly, piercing her warmth directly into my soul. My heart melted with the gaze from those shining eyes, how could I deny the request? “It’s about the first love… how the writer got struck the moment he saw her and how he finally found out the truth that it’s her he want to be with. Something like that… listen…” I made a brief sketch as I held ... ... middle of paper ... ..., my heart raced and pounded heavily, as if I could feel the blood ran through my venous blood vessel. Her breath told me that she is experiencing the same. We kissed passionately, long and deep… and I learnt to caress her soft arms, for the first time. Her skin is as soft as silk, it's amazed me as I traced her outline. “That’s amazing Rina…” I whispered as we broke the kiss. “Andrey, you are an astonishing kisser, indeed.” Her smile never tired to beam. Gently, she held my cheek with both hands, saying, “I love you, hon…please know that," and left a kiss on my forehead. “More than that, Rina… You shower me with love. I feel so blessed. We still have lots of tomorrows, don’t we?” Still smiling, but I could see her eyes growing heavy, infact, my eyes getting smaller again. So I kissed those beautiful eyes as I whispered in her ear, “Sleep in my arms tonight, honey.”
...rned my head toward his,tucked my long brown hair behind my ear, took my face with both of his hands and told me that everything would be okay. Ben pulled my face to his a gently kissed my forehead and then pulled my head to his chest, which was warm, and strong.
... her first orgasm and she thinks she might have found her true love. She fears for a while that it would end up like her other relationships: “If only Tea Cake would make her certain!” (Hurston 108). She finally accepts the love when, “After a long time of passive happiness, she got up and opened the window and let Tea Cake mount to the sky on a wind. That was the beginning of things” (Hurston 107). Having finally experienced the love she had always dreamed of, she only enjoyed it for a short while. As she buries the love of her life, “Janie bought him a brand new guitar and put it in his hands” (Hurston 189) she leaves with the satisfaction of knowing true love. Janie is on a quest for love her whole life and when she finds it, it is the best thing to ever happen to her. Living her life to the fullest she is able to be a delegate to the big association of life.
“All at once, he knew the answer. ‘ Spring Moon?’ she looked up. ‘How would you like to read and write?’
“Weel, mah story began when I was dancing at our local Highland games. It was the year I turned sixteen. While I was on stage, I noticed a huge young man striding towards the edge of the stage. This stranger was so handsome with his long black hair, and there was something about him that drew my eyes to him.”
Walt Whitman reflects this Romantic attitude in the speaker of his poem. He situates the speaker in a lecture about astronomy that the speaker finds very dull and tedious. Thus the speaker looks past the charts, diagrams and the work that is involved with them and starts to imagine the beauty of the stars alone. Being lifted out of the lecture room, the speaker is freed of his stress and boredom and is able to enjoy the peace and true beauty that the stars embrace.
I was born with an inherent fascination for all things celestial. Ever since I was young, I have been staring at the night sky trying to find constellations, or using my juvenile imagination to create my own. My efforts to find, view, and mentally catalogue everything the heavenly bodies have to offer has led me to employ some over-the-top measures, but the most extreme of them all might be the night I stayed awake through the wee hours of the morning to catch a glimpse of a meteor shower. Over the course of an entire year, the memory of this stupefying event is still as lucent and vivid as it was that very night so long ago.
She fell onto the ground as well, giggling as her tawny brown hair fanned out around her head like an angelic halo. While she stared at the clear blue sky, I too stared, but not at the sky, but instead into her honey eyes. They glimmered with love and warmth. I smiled.
The melodies and harmonies woke him up from his deep slumber, creeping into the small cottage through the bedroom window. He rose to his elbows and listened intently; it wasn’t loud, but it wasn’t soft, either. It was like a missed lover come home, calling to him, missing him. His thoughts flew to the girl that occupied his bed with him the night before, and called out her name.
I felt the warmth between us again and realized how much I truly did miss her. So many new things happened since that cold January afternoon when Cara boarded the plane for Oregon. I wanted to spill everything and hear all about her experiences too. I knew there were some doosies on my end that I had been holding all to myself until the moment I could release them all onto her. Some things are meant only for the ears of your very best friend, but yet I sensed that everything was different between us somehow.
“Looking at the stars again? If you hadn’t been doing this for the past few nights I would say that you didn’t have anything on your mind.” He asked.
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I stood there in amazement. A tingle surged throughout my whole body. It was a rush of excitement I had never felt before in my life. When my eyes hit her angelic little body, they froze and I couldn't think or acknowledge anything else around me. The world seemed to stop, hold its place in time, just for that perfect moment. While she slept I stared at this precious little angel. My hands quivered as I slowly reached down to touch her little fingers and feel the softness of her skin. I ran the tips of my fingers very gently across her smooth face, and right away, I fell in love. Then my brother said, "I can wake her up so you can hold her." I was ecstatic, I was finally going to meet her! As I held her, I stared into her gorgeous blue eyes and knew instantly that I would love and cherish her forever with all my heart.
My mind wanders to a year earlier, a happier time, when we sat on this very same couch. I looked nervously in his eyes unable to hold my stare, unable to look away. I surrendered myself to the magic of love. I struggled to say the words "I love you" for the first time. But, soon thereafter, they came with an ease. He dominated my thoughts from the first time we touched, The little numerical codes on my pager of I love you, I miss you, and the voice mails of "Just thinking of you" and "Just wanted to say hi" gave me a sense of importance. My friends, f...