Writing For Life Template

Beautiful Fioretta has tagged me to play letter game! Here are my letters -

A: Attached or Single?Attached

B: Best Friend? I have a couple. Sara, we spend our childhood together pretty much. Cristina- the most beautiful person I know. Fazil-- He is the very best friend I could ever hope for.

C: Cake or Pie? I go with cake! A piece of delicious cheesecake they make here is a definite winner:)

D: Day of Choice? Friday! The end of the week. The only day of the week when I dont have anything "scheduled" after 5pm.

E: Essential Item?

F: Favorite Color? RED! Even if you´d ask me in thousand years, it still would be RED:)

G: Gummy bears or worms? I`m not a big fan of these but if I have to I would choose gummy bears.

H: Hometown? Washington DC.

I: Indulgence? Cheesecake. Don't Ask.

J: January or July? January. New Year. New enthusiasm.

K: Kids? Not yet.

L: Life isn't complete without? Love.

M: Marriage date? Should be some time in 2010 :-)

N: Number of brothers and sisters? I have a younger sister. She is the most adorable kid in the whole wide world :)

O: Oranges or apples? Oranges. Apples give me migraines.

P: Phobias and fears? Definitely Fears.

Q: Quote?

R: Reason to smile? I don't usually need a specific reason to smile.

S: Season of choice? Fall

T: Tag three people? I'm going to tag MeeaBee, Missficklemedia and Sarah.

U: Unknown fact about me?

V: Vegetable? Corn

W: Worst habit? I have no idea......embroidering???LOL!

X: X-ray or Ultrasound? If I really have to choose - ultrasound.

Y: Your favorite food? Cheese sandwiches with black bread.

Z: Zodiac sign? Scorpio

“Baby, I Love You”

These words echoed in my head over and over again as I made my way through the snow in order to get to class. A smile lingered on my face for the entirety of that time—a beautiful pretentious smile—as I remembered the smile you had on your face when you had said these words. There is always an elegant spark in your eyes, a beam on your face and a seriousness in your expression whenever you confess your love.

Oh, how so much I like to think about you!

It is true what they say… we can never forget our firsts. First school, first award, first car, first kiss, and first love…
First love wants something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.

There is something special, almost mystical about the immature, young love. It has the ability to make us blush at the oddest of moments.
… and those first kisses. The curious kisses… the affectionate kisses…. the passionate kisses. I didn’t know there were so many types! :-)

There's this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.

First love is dangerous especially when it is also the last.

Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can’t control, one that overcomes logic and common sense. That’s what it was like for me. I didn’t plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that’s why every moment we spend together has been seared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it.

“Baby, I Locve You!”