Sometimes I wonder.
As I see you sitting there, by the fire.
Reading..
You are him.. You are meant for me..
But how come that I seem to be reaching?
Am I reaching?
I suppose I am, my hand wanting to hold yours.
Wanting to be held by you.
I'm so tired of all this.
All the fuss about therapy's, all the doc's telling me what to do or not.
I want to dance with you, in that same light of the fire.
To hold you, to have you holding me.
But you keep on telling me to be patient.
To wait.
We'll dance, you promisse, soon.
But I'm still sitting.
Still sitting and waiting.
Since long time now.
I said it once and will say it again.

I'm going insane. Kill me if I can't dance.

'Wha'd you wanna do tomorrow?'
"I don't know.."
'I know! Let's go to Disney for a day!'
"... You can't be serious.."
'..No? Oh well. If you happen to change your mind, we should be leaving at 5 am.'

'No Albus, I don't want to sleep.'
"You need to rest. Just sit down with me for a few minutes and I'll stop nagging, alright?"
'Fine.'
A few minutes turning into a few hours.
He stroked her hair while holding her in his arms as she fell asleep.

And he smiled.

~*~

'You haven't slept well again, have you?'
"Getting used to it, it doesn't matter I tell you."
'Try to sleep while were still riding love.'
"I can't sleep in trains. And I'm not tired."
'Alright then, come and sit with me then.'
Stroking her hair, she protested at first but soon enough she was safely asleep in his arms.

And he smiled.

I wish for so much. So much to see and to do.
But somehow, everything I wish for is out of my reach.
Everything except for you.
And if this means that I can either have you or the world.
I chose you.

*yes, being melo a little.. ;) *

And again, when everything seemed to go well for once.. there is a minor (major) setback..
I can't go to school anymore, meaning problems...
Problems are stress.
Stress is not good for my foot.
Because of my foot I can't go to school.
Am I the only one seeing a circle?

You fill up my sences
like night in the forest
like the mountains in spring time
like a walk in the rain
like a storm in the desert
like a sleepy blue ocean
you fill up my sences
come fill me again

~*~

A slow waltz and two people smiling. Staring dreamingly forwards. Holding, and being hold. Onky not by another.
Dancing with strangers, but together in mind.
The dance of the lovers.

~*~

come let me love you
let me give my life to you
let me drown in your laughter
let me die in your arms
let me lay down beside you
let me always be with you
now let me love you
come love me again
let me give my life to you
come let me love you
come love me again

~*~

Come let me love you...
Please, let he hold you.
Let me stare in your eyes, love.
Come love me again..

*Annie's song*

The movie ends. I smile. You were laying on my lap for most of the time, sleeping through 3/4th of the movie. Still smiling, I wake you up carefully.
'Come dear, time to go to bed.'
Muttering something you stand up, stretch and start taking things from the table in order to clean things up.
'Sweet, no, let me do that. You're tired. Go to bed, I'll be up in a few minutes.'
You seem to be awake now.
"No, you're not allowed to walk, remember? I'm going to take this to the kitchen."
I stand up. I don't know why but I laugh at you, taking things from te table. As you try to take them from me, I laugh even more.
Trying to walk towards the kitchen, you stop me.
"Stop walking this instance."
'No.' I answer still laughing.
Without words you step out in front of me, hold my arm and start taking the cups and plates from me.
'No! Let them go! I want to do it!'
I try to push you over, but as I should have known, I fail to do so.
I end up with my head on your shoulder, not what I planned. Definatly not.
Another attempt to walk through you failes and suddenly a wave of tiredness and frustration washes over me.
'I want to walk. Please. Let me, please.'
And I sob.

You hold me, forcing me to sit down on the groudn with you. At first I fight you, but I know it's useless, and I cry.
"It's alright. I've got you."

Tomorrow, at 3 pm, there will be the great entrance of a new famillymember!

*lights*
*spots*
*mists*
*drumroll*

Tatatadaaaaaaaam!

And Duvel is home!

Yes, our new kitten is arriving tomorrow. ;)

I shall call him Duvel and Duvel shall be his name and I shall call him Duvel and he shall be my Duvel...

Yes, seen Finding Nemo one time to many..

DORY RULEZ!

A tad soner then I first expected, but there is a new kitten on it's way! A cute little chocolat birman, long haired and all.
It's to quiet over here, without someone trying to tackle you every step you try to take.. So..

Anyone know any good names starting with a D or B?
His current name is Digger, but we're looking for something else!

        No more Kitty-Cat. No more cat.
       An empty house, bleeding hearts.
      You've got your own little place now.
       Underneath the tree in the garden.
        You'll be with us, for always.
            Always and ever.
            Sweet little one.
             Strange one.
              Silly one.

        Rest safely, know you're loved.

            ~*~ Quinty ~*~
          07-05-1999/01-02-2007

While the wind is blowing my hair to an even bigger mess then it already was, I can only stare in the distance. I have called you more then once and there is no answer.
Please be alright.
There's a storm raging. On TV, they're telling everyone to stay inside. 130 km/h. The wind is blowing so darn hard and wild. Trucks fall over and there are 4 people killed already. Two are killed near where I live, another one where I know you said you'd be. And still my phonecalls are unanswered. I'm worried sick. Please. Please be alright.

Finally, your voice! Thank God you're alright.
Staying the night at a station, far from me, but still. You're alright.
I'll call you, every hour. To make sure you're still alright. I know you are, but just to make sure. Just in case.

And you, your calm self. Reading a book, drinking some of the free thea and coffie there is offered.
At least you've got a roof and warmth. You're inside. Safe.
Tomorrow you'll be here.
And I'll hold you and not let you go for quite a while.

Try to sleep.
I'll try to sleep.

A hug, a kiss, a hand carresing another. Why are these little things the same things that make life worth living?

I love you.

Love,
it seems like only yesterday
we were just a child at play
now you're all grown up inside of me
oh how those moments flee
once we watch the lazy world go by
now the days seem to fly
life is brief
but when it's gone
love
goes on and on

*robin hood@Disney*

A lovely dress, a weekend made of dreams and cotton candy.
Manners, Lords, Fairy's and story's. Robery's and hero's saving one from it all. And you, there with me, we even went for a late evening stroll in the light of the flickering flames of the torches and the shining stars. It was magic I tell you, and a dream come true.

This weekend, Midwinter Fair.

'What will you wear?'
"Hmm, a dress I suppose..Don't really know yet."
'What?! You're a woman and don't know what to wear? That I am living to see this day.'
"Is it that strange then?"
'Quite, but not to worry my lady, for I shall assist you in your quest of finding the perfect outfit.'
"For some reason I am not sure about this.."

But I was wrong. He chose a bordeaux red dress, middle age model, perfect and beautifull.

Tomorrow, you and me, black pietjes.. Hilarious love scene or troumatic goodbye?
Hearing you this evening, I am certain it is the first choice.

'And if we say jump, will they ask how high?'
"Yeah, suppose they will."
'.. World dominatiooooon!'

We've just been introduced,
I do not know you well,
But when the music started
Something drew me to your side.

So many men and girls,
Are in each others arms.
It made me think we might be
Similarly occupied.

Shall we dance?
On a bright cloud of music shall we fly?
Shall we dance?
Shall we then say "Goodnight and mean "Goodbye"?
Or perchance,
When the last little star has left the sky,
Shall we still be together
With are arms around each other
And shall you be my new romance?
On the clear understanding
That this kind of thing can happen,
Shall we dance?
Shall we dance?
Shall we Dance?

*King and I, Shall we dance*

Cursing the rain for being wet, for ruining her hair, for being cold, she continued her path through the city. A new city, fresh and exiting, though not as much fun as she hoped it would be.

She walked faster as she saw a perfect place to hide from the rain. A little cover above a shop's window. Before she reached it, she went down quite hard. Muttering nasty things under her breath, she waved her hands in order to get the sand and mud of.
'Are you alright?'

She turned her head and looked up to see where the question came from. A pair of blue eyes met hers.
And like in all fairytales, the earth seemed to stop.
Yes, another cliché.
Two eyes staring at eachother, for just a few seconds, but seemingly for eternity.

"Yes. I- I'm fine, thank you."
A smile.
And aubern hair.
A little mustache.
Eyes that were blue and sparkling.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Luckly his did not.
'Here, let me help you.'

Within an hour, they were laughing, drinking tea, talking about little nothings and more.
They swopped numbers and their msn adresses and went their own ways again.
Though things were not the same.
He escorted her to the train and before she stepped in, they said goodbye.
He did the most wonderful thing.
He took her hand and kissed it, looking up for a reaction of any sort, eyes sparkling in amusement.
And she blushed.

And the rain? The rain was beautifull. It calmed her down, made her hair curl and cling to her face in a funny way, and it was refreshing as well.

Dressed in red, everything, everyone, red. A concert, dresscode red. Red, red, red.
And he smiled and waved, throwing me a handkiss. I know it is what he is supposed to do, but still.. I felt beautifull. I felt red.

Concert Marco Borsato, 25 okt 2006

One stared with dancing and one stoped.
One started again in difficult times.
One stopped again when going to a new school.
One's started once again, learning to live her own life...

Ballet was my first love, and it will be my last, as it seems to be now. Yes, back to ballet and loving every second!

The man held out his hand to a woman. She took it and he accompanied her to the middle of the Great hall. Music started to play and the man placed his hand on her waist. He smiled inviting and the woman smiled back at him. Their hands met as they started to dance.

The woman smiled, noticing his ring shining in the magical lights surrounding them.
The man smiled, noticing her ring shining as well. 
Blue eyes met as they danced upon the melodie of love.

As the night came to an end, they left the party, knowing they wouldn't be missed. Outside, they sat down near the lake, watching the millions of stars in the sky.
'I love you Minette, more than there are stars in the universe.' "And I love you Albus, more than anything. More than life itself.'

That starry night, love could be found sleeping underneath an old willow tree, in each others arms sharing an everlasting dream...