She giggled as she kissed the cherry blossom she called life...
For she knew it was exposing her to a some kind of wonderful that she couldn't describe.
It was like the first time she tried fudge ice cream at movenpick which obviously was the reason her waist had extended 3 inches , or the first time she heard her favourite song, which she sings so loudly and out of tune in the car that the people in the next car slowly wind up their window to escape the pain.
The same some kind of wonderful that used to make her heart flutter everytime he would walk into the room with a smile so big it melted her heart,even if he did buy her a vaccum cleaner for her birthday or could get short tempered and lazy he still was her wonderful.
When she purchased a new outfit she knew she could never afford and would more then likely be eating baked beans for a month. Which she would then hang up in her room to admire for about a week before putting in the wardrobe in colour cordination using only black coat hangers, because to her other colours were like having your life out of order
That same sort of some kind of wonderful feeling she gets everytime she sees her friends, the way they always pick her up, can talk all night long about the same subject with out getting bored, laughs when she trips over in front of a crowd, holds her hair back when shes had a few,is there when shes crying her eyes out because she hates her job and she loves that they are always up for a good night out and dance till the wee hours of the morning. .......
I mean she knows her wonderful isn't perfect and sure she would love a better job, smaller wasitline, curses god for not giving her legs to heaven, an account with free flowing money, the voice of alicia keys, and the addiction for food....but
...I guess that wonderful is her life and for now ...she would never change it
xox
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