enamoured | watching lovers walking, hand in hand they pass me by. wish I was one of them...

So, it snowed, and I am bored.

My mom got me a little teddy bear, a big box of chocolates, and a card for today. I am glad for it, but it kind of made me feel slightly melancholy.

I want to be with someone. I want someone to be with me. I don't want this.

Maybe I should become a nun.

Okay, I say that in jest, but I'd really like to be with someone right about now.

In case you missed it, here's that poem I submitted to the contest. I think it's vaguely appropriate for how I feel now.

Unattainable
fluttering like nervous butterfly wings
your eyes shine green
in the dimmed light.
finding myself unable to focus
it's partly cloudy and hazy
when your presense is felt.
more precious than diamonds
your acknowledgement of my existance
is almost surreal.
and you're so close--
just so close
close enough to love--
yet you're still unreachable
untouchable
always unattainable.