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Sometimes I wonder.... 12:22 a.m. Jun. 14, 2003
I always wondered what it would be like to be married to another artist. I used to wish I would find a musician, poet or painter when I was in highschool. I wrote stories to go with those imaginings. I fell in love with Jesse. I wanted him so bad, he captivated me long before we met. I fell in love the first time I layed eyes on him. I conjured up all these thoughts of how he would be an artist, a poet and so tender with expression. My heart raced every time I seen him, he was truely so amazingly beautiful with his long dark hair, his perfectly flawless skin and his pale green eyes and his mouth was just a beauty on it's own, full lips, perfectly shaped. We met two years later. He was not an artist. He was far from an artist. He is 100% technical and logical. A complete opposite from me. He writes with the opposite hand, he likes the colors I despise. He doesn't express himself freely, if at all. Yes, he is my soul mate. I wanted him to be that artist I dreamt of before I even knew him, he was just too beautiful not to be. Sometimes I wish he was still that dream. I love him how he is, but i'm still curious. What if? What would life for us be like for us then? It is really hard to decorate our home when I love natural woods, old things and colors that warm the heart. He loves contemporary, steel, futuristic design. I believe in the old ways, he believes in technology. Can you see why I sometimes wonder what it would be like if he were an artist. Then maybe we would know what each other are talking about most of the time. |