His ocean eyes crash upon me,
looking at me with a the solemn lovingness I haven't seen before..
Why did our ship not sail as so many others had done?
Why did it stay at port, instead of venturing into the great wide world?
*Brian Rule told me that he misses me over the weekend when I saw him. I told him that I thought I'm probably going to end up with someone like him.. if not him. He said he felt the same way.. and then he told me that "I'm determined, Laura. I'm sorry but I am." God how my heart melted. We fell asleep on the couch together.. I had my head and my hand on his chest and he had his arms around me and with each breath he took, it was like a sigh of happiness, a sigh of longing, a sigh of 'this just feels right.'
To be completely honest.. I don't know if I just wanted the attention since I haven't seen my boyfriend in two weeks. But I know I do miss Brian. I always enjoyed talking to him, listening to music with him, being around him. He's good looking, intelligent, ambitious.. (and I hope he's not gay).
There's something about our history together that's so romantic.. the fact that he came home from Iraq to my arms. I don't know, maybe I'm just wishing for something romantic.. I don't know.
But I won't forget the way he looked at me the next morning.. somewhat sad, somewhat happy, somewhat wishing that that night could have lasted longer and we could have just forgotten about everything outside of those tender moments we shared together. The way he kissed me cheek, the top of my head, the way he smiled.. and the way he looked at me with his ocean eyes.
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