Melodramatic Symphony

I have fallen in love...wellp
Fallen in love sounds a little melo dramatic, like I am expecting a symphony to start playing at the notion of this sudden out of nowhere outburst of confession.
To say the least I will say over the past couple of months or a little over a year I have grown to love/like/dislike Mister, a man who has so much responsibilities that he is no longer as flexible as he used to be. For someone who's about to be in his mid-twenties, he's doing pretty wonderfully well.
All right, off I go to re-wind Summer 2011...and babysitting
but here's to turning these daydreams into reality for good...or shoving them off for good.
It's All Love
Sophie :)

Smelling roses and coffee {Sunday Sketch}

I m not really sure what went from my creative well crafted subject lines to my sudden attack of random quirky lines now. Without going through much details over this arrangement in this mind of mine, I would love to present you to Gabriella. Gabriella is much like me with that long flowy hair. I would love to say that she works at my current school (Institut Francais d'Haiti) as the Cultural Event person. Much like me, she loves the arts and she is devoted to spend majority of her time working in the arts...Besides she is a true believer that you must love what you do. Waking up every morning planning events, meeting new artists to bring them up front to the crowd is what Gabriella was born to do. Don't you just love her mean walk attitude? Yes you guessed it right, time is money and time is valuable  :)

                                   Teaming Up with Sunday Sketch
It's All Love
Sophie :)

Des Adieux en silence

I am starting to believe that some people are just better at saying goodbyes than others,or maybe it depends on whom the goodbyes are being said to. If I roam through the mess I’ve created as rooms, I can honestly fit right in between since time to time I keep looking at the ending trace where you left. Other time when people leave without even doing the honors of saying goodbye, my heart still go on without even looking back although none of the goodbyes I’ve encountered were easy. It’s seems critical but it is represented so simple in my eyes since some people take time to get to their place, take longer before they break-away. Others are more like eagles soaring because they get to their pace faster. The outlook between these two contrasting cases is that all of these different people surely arrive at their destinations whether it is at the pace of a turtle, or the pace of an eagle, the important point is to get to your destination. Ah! the lessons one get taught by life are continuously heartbreaking yet amazing.

The longings of my heart

I don’t want to wait on you only to be disappointed later but I don’t want to be such a pessimistic brat either. I want you with your charming smile, your arms that feels almost like home, your tender attitude. I want to be a part of you emotionally and even physically. I want to be that woman who will take part of making your dreams come true. I want to keep getting to know you. I want to know the specific fundamental of “You”; your childhood memories, your rebellious teenage years…though you told me quite a few, your continuous dreams and aspirations.I want to know who you are when you’re communicating with others. I want to be able to see how you react and how you don’t react when a circumstance presents itself to you as you expected it or unexpectedly. Do you fight for something or someone who’s worth it or do you simply walk away.

I want you to keep getting to know who I am. Be curious of the fundamental of what makes me; the happy memories of my childhood, transition of cultures in my teenage years. The startdom of me being a young adult right now. I have to give you credit that you know the essential of who I am. The heart has reasons that I can’t fully understand but yeah I’d do it all over again in fact I live it over and over again.