We met in kindergarten. We were best friends. She always told me she loved my eyes. I didn’t quite know why. I was in love with her, so of course my face lit up immensely whenever she said it She was beautiful, kind, and extremely funny. We’d be talking about nothing, and she’d turn to me and whisper, “I like your eyes.” One day, I was playing basketball, waiting for her to drive over to my house to have a game with me. Suddenly, I got a phone call. It was her mom. She was in a panic. I couldn’t... Read more »
Girl : Your New Girlfriend is Pretty (Girl Thinks in Mind... Is she Really Pretty than Me ???) Boy : Ya She is...!! (Boy Thinks in mind... But you are still the most Beautiful Girl i know) Girl : I Heard that she is Funny & Amazing (All the Stuff that i wasn’t) Boy : Sure She is... (But she is nothing compared to you) Girl : Well I Hope... You both last... (We never did) Boy : I Hope you do too... (What Happened to You & Me...???) Girl : Well…I gotta go... (Before I start Cry) Boy :... Read more »
If she loves you, if she really loves you, you’ll know it. If you can wake up to her staring at you and it’s not even mildly creepy, if you catch her smelling the shoulder of the hooded sweatshirt you lent her for an autumn walk at the beach, and not for B.O., if she makes you a pancake in the shape of a heart, if she calls you drunkenly at four in the morning “to talk,” if she laughs at your jokes when they’re funny and makes fun of you when they’re not, if she keeps her fridge stocked... Read more »
If you really gave something a good try before, but it just didn't happen, maybe it's not that it wasn't meant to be. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be then. Timing's a funny thing, and can make all the difference. Give it another honest go, and see what happens now.
The first time I went over to [my director's] house, he said to me, This is a very strange play. I was pleased that he reminded me of that. [He] understands the play [VENUS] intellectually and emotionally and the humor, the funny bone.
It was a fine fall morning in Paris, crisp and clear, and Benji was quite full of himself, cavorting near the fountain, playing with the children who had inexplicably materialized out of nowhere at the first whiff of a movie star. Their faces radiated and they took turns gently stroking his head. Those Benji chose to favor with a big sloppy lick exploded with laughter, and one young girl ran to her mother, screeching in French that she would never wash her face again.