This is what I have always believed in

Henry: Do you really think there is only one perfect mate?
Leonardo da Vinci: As a matter of fact, I do.
Henry: Well then how can you be certain to find them? And if you do find them, are they really the one for you or do you only think they are? And what happens if the person you’re supposed to be with never appears, or, or she does, but you’re too distracted to notice?
Leonardo da Vinci: You learn to pay attention.
Henry: Then let’s say God puts two people on Earth and they are lucky enough to find one another. But one of them gets hit by lightning. Well then what? Is that it? Or, perchance, you meet someone new and marry all over again. Is that the lady you’re supposed to be with or was it the first? And if so, when the two of them were walking side by side were they both the one for you and you just happened to meet the first one first or, was the second one supposed to be first? And is everything just chance or are some things meant to be?

Quand t'es trop gentil ... t'es trop méchant

I'm not saying this to hurt you, or because I want to leave you, because I don't. Meredith wasn't a fling. She wasn't revenge. I fell in love with her. That doesn't go away because I decided to stay with you.

It’s good that you’re trying. You wouldn’t be you if you weren’t the kind of person that was trying to make it work. Means I wasn’t wrong about you.

**Yes, I'm watching Grey's Anatomy. Again.**

Sometimes, people are amazing.

-----Email Message-----

After the election, I started praying everyday for Barak Obama's safety.
I asked God to bless Obama, and then I prayed for my family.
I thought, who's more important than Obama?
Then I got cancer.
I have two daughters who already lost their father.
Still, I'm glad Obama is safe.


-----Email Message-----

Now I pray for your safety

This brings tears to my eye . Every single time.

It's never too late — or in my case too early — to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit; stop whenever you want. You can change, or stay the same — there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.

(Titre à venir)

Libellés pour ce message : (par ex. : scooters, vacances, automne)

Ro, allez, juste pour le plaisir:

Also, thank you very very much for bringing the cookies on the last day--it was quite generous of you to do so.

Alors, en ce moment, c'est:
- Fontanelle by Girls in Hawaii: ça me rappelle la fin de la seconde, lorsque j'ai découvert ce groupe. Coup de coeur sur cette chanson à la première écoute, c'est rare. Oui mais quand ça arrive, c'est plutôt bon signe pour le morceau en question :)
- After an Afternoon by Jason Mraz: rien que pour le titre, déjà. Et les paroles, splendides. Et la fin "I am in love". Et "until all is lost into the beauty of the day". Toute cette perfection. P-E-R-F-E-C-T-I-O-N.

Et deux trucs rigolos de ce soir:
- Lio qui dit Merciiiii, Welcoommee. Oui, alors, c'est l'un ou l'autre.
- Et House (of course):
Amber: I like sex.
House: Then you can have it tonight. The L Word is on.

Your smile pressed against mine

I found this on a blog, and apparently it is from someone's MySpace. It really is cute. Maybe unrealistic but ...

I want a lot of kissing! often! and almost everywhere. I want to be thought of as CUTE in the right moments. I want water-fights while brushing my teeth and pillow-fights in the living room, go to the playgroung together at night, cook together. I want to be able to flee from the big bad scary world into your arms and get my tears dried. I want to get tickled until I can't breathe anymore and play footsie under the kitchen table while having breakfast. Yes, having breakfast on Sundays up noon, it's sacred to me! I want to cook the most delicious things with you and eat them and laugh off our tummies afterwards. I want to be protected and protect. I want to weep with joy and it should go all tingly in my stomach, if the doorbell is ringing and I know it's you. I want to get told stories, which will really happen someday and some that are made-up. I want to feel, somehow, incomplete without YOU, because I'm ADDICTED to your closeness. I want passion, which never ends and that's important for both of us that it exists and that it's always ubiquitous! I want to get catched. You should find me sexy and tell me so, let me feel it that you think I'm, I want to find you sensual and exciting. I don't want presents. Small surprises, which don't cost any money are thousand times more appealing to me than expensive ones, bought impetuously and without thinking twice... I want to talk until morning and haggle over every second that you spend longer by my side - and win! I want to spend rainy Sundays in bed with you, cuddling, eating ice-cold chocolate ice cream... It should feel right to wake up and fall asleep next to you. I want to look into your eyes and feel at home. YOU are supposed to be the person of whom I wish that he holds my hand when I die. I want to have to grin dim-wittedly, because you're in my life. I want to be your missing bit and I want to TRUST you, want to know that you trust me, because you can, if you're the RIGHT ONE! I want to get you your favourite biscuits when shopping and, lying on a meadow, sleep through summer days in your arms. You have to be pacient, if I'm not ready, though we should have already left, because we are expected somewhere... I want us both to make compromises and listen to each other, keep our own lives without limitations and, still, becoming a part of the other one. I want to call you after 10 minutes when you're gone and tell you that I already miss you... tell and inform you what I'm doing and where I am, without needing to justify anything - I don't want to be restricted and I don't want to restrict you... HAVING RESPECT FOR EACH OTHER AND KEEP IT LIKE THAT! ...arguing, without overstepping certain bounds... that it can be pleasant to remain silent - without feeling awkward... Yes, I want to be a part of your life and feel it, too... Your T-shirts are supposed to hang on the clothes line beside mine and your voice shall make my skin go all goose-pimply. BUTTERFLIES IN OUR STOMACHS SHALL REMAIN... You should order for me too when I'm not there yet and I want to call you "honey" in front of your friends, without you being embarrassed. I want you to be a tower of strength and I'll never hurt you. Sometimes, I don't even want to be able to wait for you, to be together with you again. And you should "forget" your T-shirt at my place, hence I've got something until the next time to smell you at... When I'm 80, I want to sit in my rocking chair and tell OUR grandchildren how it was like, the first time we kissed. I hope that I'll find you soon ;-)