I am coming to give you a huge and long hug!

That's all!

Girl of My Heart

Some people don't believe in luck, and they're fools. Some people don't believe in love ... even bigger fools.

You prove them fools, dearest Ariel. We prove them fools.

Or, maybe ...

We hold so much of the luck and so much of the love that is in this world that there's too little left for everyone else.

No one, after all, can come close to the two of us.

Reflecting

Aers: Um ... Elle?

Elle: Mm-hmm, what is it, my luscious little gum-drop?

Aers: We don't ... we don't suck at being sweethearts, do we?

Elle: What? Of course not! Where the hell is that coming from?

Aers: Well, we set up this blog so we could come here and get all mushy-mush over each other and we don't seem to post here very often.

Elle: Yeah, that would be sucking at blogging, not sucking at being sweethearts.

Aers: But, you know, I mean, it sure seems like, it wouldn't be that hard to post here more, and I know I want to make a big deal out of how I feel about you, and --

Elle: Honey-Peach, come over here.

Aers: Okay.

Elle: Now look into these eyes.

Aers: mhhhh... they're so pretty ...

Elle: What do you see?

Aers: The ocean. Like, in a tropical paradise where you can't believe it's so blue.

Elle: And?

Aers: A soft breeze from out of the deepest deep sky.

Elle: Sure. But look a little closer. Really look.

Aers: Ooh! I see me! Just an itty-bitty reflection of me right there in the middle of your pupils. Gosh, you have such big, perfect pupils ...

Elle: So tell me this. Will anyone else ever be able to look in my eyes and see you reflected there?

Aers: Well, no, of course not. They'd have to be in between you and me to look that close, and then they'd be blocking me from reflecting there.

Elle: Wrong.

Aers: Uh ... really? Because I'm pretty sure, I mean, physics or something, right? Am I not getting how light works? I could go talk to Hettie or MSG about it, but I'm pretty sure --

Elle: No, my little ambrosial nectarine, it's not physics. No one can ever get between me and you. Not in any way that would stop my eyes from being full of you. No matter where you are or where I am or who might be staring into my pupils, they're going to see a glint of light there that's you. They're going to know, even if I'm looking right back just as deep into their eyes, that my vision holds more than just them.

Aers: Oh!

Elle: That's right, Oh. And those little wide eyes and the shape your delicious little mouth is making right now are part of that Oh they'll see if they get close enough to look.

Aers: Gosh I feel really dumb now about worrying that not blogging here enough made us bad sweethearts.

Elle: Don't. The only reason you were worried is that you want everything to be perfect between us, and you think you're not perfect, so that makes you nervous that things between us can't be perfect. But you are and they are.

Aers: Okay, you're making me all blushy now because obviously I'm not perfect even if things between us are awfully awfully great.

Elle: You're adorable. But I'm still right. You're perfect, and the only reason I can't convince you you're perfect is, if I did, it would totally go to my head and I'd be intolerable.

Aers: Stop it, you could never be intolerable!

Elle: Probably not. But as long as I have you, I never have to worry about finding out.

Aers: How are you so much better at being all mushy-mush than I am?

Elle: It's because you're sweet all the time to everyone, and I save up most of mine for you.

Aers: (sigh) I'm just so lucky, Elle.

Elle: We.

Aers: We?

Elle: Mm-hmm. We. Say it that way.

Aers: We're just so lucky.

Elle: That's my girl.