Thursday, February 18, 2010

What Good Is A Frame Without A Painting?

It was one of those unforgivably, cold winter nights when all she could do was write to keep warm. Her words were masking the paper like velvet, flowing smoothly from the tip of her favorite pen. Unexpectedly, the ball of that black, ink pen hit a roadblock. Careful not to smear her new words out of existence, she turned the page over with the tenderness of an old friend. And she saw it. A scrap of paper, folded several times over. With the utmost delicacy, she unfolded the compressed obtrusion. Sloppy words, barely legible, had been quickly scrawled through the lines of the tattered notebook page. "The beauty of a person", it read "is simply contained in their sense of self, their bearing in the world and the undiluted character of their heart, mind and soul". He watched her smile. Now, don't go forgetting that again, baby girl. A knight needs his princess just as much as a princess needs her knight. 

Just let yourself stumble into love with awkward, perfect grace

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