photography and memory

what happens to the moments that are not captured in photographs?

2 years

and one question apparently ...

i said yes :)
and i didn't cry... why would anyone cry?!

lest we forget

our origins

smells

orange blossom with a touch of jasmine.

conversations with my love

"I wonder what it'd be like dating an artsy/literary type of guy... Probably horrible."
"Why?"
"Well, those types are filled inner turmoil. Very angsty at times. Too much to handle some days"
"Kind of like you?"
"Exactly."

what do teachers make?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxsOVK4syxU&feature=player_embedded
http://www.taylormali.com/index.cfm?webid=13

Oh so safe

After getting on the flippy Ferris wheel thingy at the busker carnival:
"It's swinging. Why?! Make it stop now"
"I can't do anything"
"Okay, fine. but we're safe, right? It smells like it's burning.. that's not safe"
"Yes, we're safe, darling"
"I want off. Look, I can't breathe"
*laughs* "We can't. Not yet. A few more spins"
*screaming and general trauma ensues*
An hour after we got off:
"Can we go again?!"

Minor interruptions

"Trust me", he said. But it wasn't his voice.
A flood of words, flashbacks, and a touch that chains.
The ebb and flow of memory.
Shaking... I cling to myself, to this moment, to him.
In a matter of seconds I come right back up, breathing,
and almost unharmed.

pearls and a red dress

I sat across from you at that Greek restaurant and you told me your secrets.
Between us: years, a candle, a plate of olives, and a bottle of pinot noir.
I listened long enough to know that the words were fragile but not long enough to realize I would give them back.

Love stories

He wanted to impress me, I think.
"Marhaban!" he said, and I've been laughing ever since.