Eight Weeks Ago
Sunday Morning
The masquerade party last night was totally unexpected.
The world is so much bigger than I ever thought. People are into some crazy extracurricular activities. Never thought I'd be one to participate in anything like that.
I sit back and lounge on the red sectional on Phoenix's private balcony. The early morning sky meets the ocean, as it swims in swirls of blue, peach, butterscotch, and French vanilla. I'll miss South Beach and their wonderful bathing suit weather.
It's the last morning of our getaway. Phoenix and the guys stepped out to get groceries. They're making breakfast for us girls. I couldn't ask for a better ending to such a phenomenal vacation. Feeling the need to capture this incredible feeling of love and gratitude, I grab my journal.
Journal Entry 320:
He Loves Me
I float without trying
My feet won't touch the ground
Everything around me hovers
Surrounded by fluffy clouds
My entire world is weightless
And gravity is null
He's won a huge part of me
Shot straight to my soul
And here we are, we two
The laws of physics don't apply
I'm filled to the brim, elated
To give in and to oblige
To be the world's first exception
To gravity's strict rule
I'll gleefully take the bait
And become Love's mule
Effervescent and bubbly
And lovely and light
The world and everything in it
Is right and in it I delight
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