Ctrl+Z. Ctrl+Me.

"Just living is not enough", said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."
— Hans Christian Andersen.

don't have a direction.

Not like this. He wanted it to be real.

- Suzanne Collins.


A home of daisies and sunflowers.
A compromise.

The sound echoes within the home -
the laughter,
the cries,
the unintended sounds.

Smiling was precious within the home.
A grin was sacred.

The hand holding within the home -
the twining of the fingers,
the frustrated tapping,
the exchange of body heat.

The timid and shy approached slowly,
she wanted to overcome her fear,
she wanted to be brave.
She tried to be sneaky.

She gave him a grin,
in hope no one else saw.
He saw it,
but he didn't return it.

He wasn't ready.
He wanted to push it aside for a bit.
Albeit too sacred, too bold a move.
She ran back, into hiding.

She entwined her fingers,
asking for forgiveness,
wondering where she went wrong,
hoping for a sign.

The grin.
It was too much, wasn't it.
It was somehow expected,
but she didn't expect it to really happen.

She wondered.
She pondered.

What was driving her to do that?
Was it the innate fear,
or love?
She was full of thoughts.

As always,
she ran into hiding.
Sorting out the chopsticks in order of height,
breaking those that didn't matter.

Only she would know
if she did the right thing.
Only she would decide
if she did the right thing.

It was always about choices.
The contemplation,
the execution,
the choice made.

something she should have learnt
a long time ago.
Patience to learn patience.

Oh, the irony.
No iron could keep the irony flat.
No stone could guarantee
the other stones to be unturned.

Treading too far,
taking steps back.
The thoughtfulness of being thoughtful,
to no avail.

something she should have understood
a long time ago.
Understand about being understanding.

Perhaps not.

A compromise.
A promise.
A grin.
A ring.


"Why?" She asks, challenging him.

"Because I love you," he says, walking up to her and bending on one knee while he takes her hand in his, "and I want to go to sleep with you every night and wake up seein' your face every mornin', I want you to be the mother of my children, I want to fix cars with you and eat your crappy tofu tacos that you think are Mexican. I wan to climb mountains with you and be challenged by you, I want to argue with you just so we can have crazy hot makeup sex. Marry me, because without you I'd be six feet under ... and because I love your family like they're my own ... and because you're my best friend and I want to grow old with you."


A girl could dream, couldn't she.



i'm just rolling down this road,
waiting for you to bring me in from out the cold.


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