Which do you choose: calm and collected or brazen?

Dearest,
Should a girl in love wears her heart on her sleeves? Will I be called improper if I openly show the world my heart’s content? These thoughts got me thinking…does love works really fast? Am I already in love? Dearest, I confessed after many at times of rendezvous, I still don’t know if I ever was in love. Ughh..Too many “love” word in one paragraph.
Now dearest, this feeling isn’t exactly bad. In fact, not bad at all (I hope). However, I’m beginning to rush things all at once. I started to do things which I normally don’t. Worries me to the max. What If I lose my heart along the way? Far more important, what if I lose my sense, my thoughts?
Here is what I really think. Screw all anxious feeling and enjoy every moment of living. That’ll work. The best remedy for the lost soul. Worrying unnecessary things only costs you sleepless night. Why would I want to sacrifice my beauty sleep? Back to the heart and the sleeves thing, I’m going to pull back a little. I don’t know where I’m going and where I’ll end up, but I’ll just ‘Heave-Ho’ see if I can be on a great beach.
P/s: This is to remind myself that I should be my calm collected self again. I was never the fun twin.

Cheers,
Tempest.

Shameless Dream

Dearest,

Can we do it standing instead? When you press me by the wall. Only then, carry me to where we lie. Let’s proceed as you imagine. Anything you like..

This is the kind of word that I will NEVER say to anyone in my life. I am never know as brazen whore. Haha.

Cheer,
Tempest.


P/s: You'll be surprise to know what I REALLY want to say or do.

Tasteless Tea

Dearest,
Do you know when your tea gets too cold or too hot, your tea will be tasteless. Not even the sweet aroma can tempt you to drink. But, are you willing to change your ways? I know I’m not. I won’t.
I like it tasteless, and enjoy the aroma.
This is what I want to say: “Hmm. I don’t want to look for you, I want you to come to me”.
Instead I said; “Where are you?” I am a fool not to anyone but my eyes.

P/s: I hope it is real this time, it is high time for luck to roll the dice.

Cheers,
Tempest.