The Eyes

You can always tell a person by the look in their eyes. And your eyes are no different. At first glance, there is just a glint of blue, a glimmer of soul creeping out, but as I get closer, as you open your eyes a little wider, letting me in, I see a deep blue and shining light. It reminds me of diving: near the surface, the water is turquoise and pretty, but as you descend it becomes bluer and bluer, until you reach the limits of safe diving. There, the water is a very deep blue and the light is rather diffuse. Yet it is relaxing and homely, even. Sometimes, I yearn for that deep blue light. And when I am with you, and I stare deeply into your eyes, I see it. And I feel relaxed, and at home.

Letters

She stared at the letter. It actually said what she had read, and even though the letters kept forming the same words over and over no matter how much she stared at them, she just couldn't believe it. It wasn't real. It just couldn't be.

And then.

It finally hit her. It was all real. She was doing this. She was moving. Why had she not realised this before? She had been part of the planning, had she not? She had dreamt, talked and planned for the future, and yet this was the first time she could clearly see the actual implications of her actions.

One would expect she would be terrified. She was. However, she was also elated, flying, squeaking of excitement. She was moving. They would be together, and they would finally get to fully explore the ways of their relationship.

Thinking back, not far back, she would never have thought this sort of happiness would be possible. But it was. It said so in the letter. And for the first time, she believed it.

It was one hell of a letter.

Itty, bitty girlie

I'm a ten million dollar baby.