I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.

For tho' I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.

~Sara Teasdale

I love that poem!

I had a dream the other night that I was with this guy that I am pretty much over, I think. And for some reason we were just hanging out, talking, whatever. And he said, "Hey, don't you think we should just, you know, date, get it over with?" I was game. I guessed that meant we were "going out" or whatever kids today call that.

Later we were sitting fairly close to each other and talking and he and I looked at each other. It didn't seem the right moment and again he said, "Should we just get it over it?" So we started to kiss. And ...Much like Ms. Teasdale's poem, it was horrendeous. I mean, it was bad. But after many a much macking session it got better....

XD

We then went to see off my friend Liz, when she left in a space ship. haha.