Saturday, May 31, 2014

...after a moment of serious consideration...

...I came to a conclusion that I don’t see a single sane reason to get married. I like my life the way it is, and am not planning on changing it anytime soon. Love, love until you feel it, until forever. And I believe in that, with or without a sheet of paper. Above all, a wedding means a nightmarish party, sweetening the pot with damn doves, gold circles, music that induces the desire for bloodthirstiness, necessity to invite a herd of aunts whose names I will never remember and potentially- having the biggest hangover of my life. Even attractiveness of filing taxes together, succession and coheir-ship changes nothing. 

No. This really doesn't make sense. 

The problem is that, that sense and reasoning that I speak of, are left behind. The moment I realized that I want to be a wifeYesWithout a valid or solid reason. I want my life and that someone’s life to become ours. To make every serious decision together. Making everyday choices, running errands, I want to think of the other person. I want to wash our dishes, cook, vacuum the floor in our house, pick our dirty clothes up, while someone makes supper, for us. I want to walk the dog. Together. I want to strive to be smarter, more beautiful, more attractive, more everything with each day, of each year of our life together, knowing that even though someone won’t leave, I want to see his eyes sparkle when he looks at me. I want to have obligations and be committed. I want to be responsible for both of us. Without all the obligations, commitment and responsibility, what’s the point of being together, no? And God damn it, YES, I want to swear that my love will remain the same till very end and even longer, and I want him to do the same, knowing that, it is that way, with or without oath. 

I even want to change my last name, even though I am attached to my current one. I want, when people approach me, to know that I respond as a representative of something bigger- us. I even don’t mind inviting all those aunts, they have so little left in their lives, let them feast their eyes, and talk shit about my wedding dress. 



And then I will plant flowers and take care of our garden.






Thursday, May 22, 2014

Your touch is music. So lets make music together.

Take me in your hands, let me fall asleep on your shoulder.
I hear your heart, so alive and no-sleepy at all.
I feel your warmth and scent around, you bring me peace and understanding.
You murmur something in my ear with whispers, and I dont even try to listen.
I let you exist like that for one night.
Just be around, today.
Just this once, because I am too weak to breath.
Kiss away the pain, the silence and glumness of today, and let me fall asleep.