My Valentine's Day . . . Thing

I'm calling this "From Paris, with Love"
(Yes, I have an obsession with 'Romeo and Juliet'. And no, Romeo is not the ultimate guy. That other guy is. And if you want to see the Paris I'm talking about, watch the 1936 version of "Romeo and Juliet". Much less awkward than the newer ones.)

The Capulet Mausoleum.
Near mid-night.

His footsteps were of an unsteady tempo, but they matched the beat that made sore his ribs, that throbbed in his skull. The darkness of the moonless night was compounded by his moist blindness. He fell, tasted blood, spat behind him.
His pain, his frenzy, the blood: they all reminded him he was alive.
He didn't desire to be alive.
He desired Juliet, the innocent, glowing flower he'd danced with at the masquerade.
And Juliet lie dead, just beyond the cold, stone door before him.
He held the torch before him, the flame bouncing wildly, and - as he heaved the door open - it cast unnatural shadows within the crypt.
The flame was reflected by the silk that his bride had been cocooned in.
His fingers numbed and he heard the torch fall.
He collapsed at her side, gathering her into his arms.
"Juliet . . ."
His tears splattered on the girl's face. It looked as if they were her own.
"If I could give my life for thine, I would fain commence the exchange," he whispered, stroking her hair.
He imagined a waking sigh, and buried his face in her chocolate locks, drinking in the scent of lavender and vanilla.
"I know I had not your love. I know the young Montague has stolen your heart."
He forced down the bile that choked him, his face stinging with passion.
"But . . . if your heart desired him . . . I would . . . gladly . . . yielded."
A small void cooled his cheek. His numb hand registered movement within her, and he watched - stupefied - as Juliet's eyelids opened, revealing crystalline azure eyes.

. . . TO BE CONTINUED.

Happy Valentine's Day . . .

Who do I think I'm kidding?

Happy Singles Awareness Day! =3

Anyhoo, I had hoped to have a story done for today, but unless a miracle explodes in my cranium - unlikely - we'll have to do without that.

But, I did find some pretty nifty love quotes that I thought were pretty sweet. (I'd tell you where I got them, but I got them about a year ago, and I can't even remember what I did last week, let alone way back then.)

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

- Aristotle

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.

- Lao Tzu

Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.

- Henry Ward Beecher

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

- Zora Neale Hurston

He gave her a dozen roses, 11 real and 1 fake, and he told her, “I’ll love you until the last one dies.”

- Anonymous

She asked him if he thought she was pretty, and he said no. She asked him if he would want to be with her forever, and he said no. She asked him if she were to leave would he cry, and once again he replied no.

She had heard enough.

As she walked away, tears streaming down her face, he grabbed her arm and said, “You’re not pretty, you're beautiful. I don't want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever. And I wouldn't cry if you walked away, I’d die.”

- Anonymous 


Girl: "I'm having my surgery today!"
Boy: >Says nothing.<
Girl: >Lies on the operating table.<
Boy: >cries and mouths 'I love you'.<
>> A WEEK LATER <<
Girl: >Looks for Boy.< "Where is he?"
Mother: "Didn't they tell you who gave you your heart?"
- Anonymous