I’m not saying I want a night in shining armor, although I wouldn’t be opposed to it. I just want the chemistry, the fireworks, the butterflies. I want to long to get home. I want to fight about socks left on the floor. I want to curl up on cool days and watch movies and drink coffee and not speak. I want to go out and be loud and silly and challenging. I want the anticipation. I want the gaze held a moment too long. I want that he finds my harry potter scar on my forehead charming. I want him to know that I don’t like weird cheese, or midgets, or romance novels, that I want to be lead into a room with a hand on the small of my back and the door held open with the other. I want him to know that I say I don’t like flowers delivered to my work, but the truth is, I do, sunflowers or tulips. I want him to know that I can be fiercely loyal and that I often spread myself too thin and I agree to do many, many things I don’t really want to do, just so I can show my support to my family and friends and it is rarely returned. I want him to know that I feel things deeply and I get hurt often, but it never stops me from opening my heart. I want him to know that I don’t like to argue, but rather communicate differences and give validity to a situation, regardless if I agree. I want him to know that I still dance, like nobody is watching, WHEN nobody is watching and it is when I feel the most free. I want him to know that my soul feels old and I often will myself to try any and everything that appeals to me. I want him to know that I like lady bugs and that I am convinced that dragon flies are little angels or fairies or something magical. I want him to appreciate the complex creature that I am, that I may come with some damage but I am not broken. I want him to lock his pinky finger in mine when walking through a crowd so that I feel safe. I want him to know that my love for family and friends is limitless and I would give everything I have ever had to see each one of them safe and happy. I want him to know that I appreciate every experience no matter how painful or sad because I find such sweetness in the times when things are good and calm. I want him to know that I love watching leaves fall from the trees and the sound of rain and the smell of a campfire. I want the kiss in the rain. I want the chemistry. I want the butterflies.
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Confessions of a mad mind~ Author of A Practical Guide to Forgiveness from an Impractical Survivor, Oh Go Fix Yourself and She was the Stuff of Stars, Christie Page was born in Falmouth, Massachusetts. She lived in the Nobska Point Lighthouse with her mother and father who were stationed there as a result of his service in the Coast Guard. Shortly after the family made their way to West Palm Beach, Florida where she grew up continuing her love affair with the ocean. She has two children Joshua 26 and Laura 24 and currently resides in South Florida. In 2015 Christie left her twenty year medical career to pursue her passion for writing full time and has been featured in the world’s largest mindful living publications including Chicken Soup for the Soul, elephant journal, Sivana East, Thirty on Tap and The Urban Howl. She was also a feature columnist for Controlled Chaos magazine. An active yogi, hoop dancing enthusiast and self-proclaimed whiskey chick, she is a third generation breast cancer survivor, recovering anorexic/bulimic and is on life six or seven of her nine lives. She has been homeless and sheltered, rich and poor, loved and hated and believes her experiences have lead her down a path of spiritual exploration and awakenings. Christie wishes to share her journey with others in an attempt to come to peace. She writes to clear space from the rolodex that is her muddled mind. Christie View all posts by christiepage "pando pandemonium"