Last Night's Miracle

I've been getting kinda perturbed by all the people around me hooking up for summer flings and what not lately. (like almost as angry as I get by electric shocks---long story, but that's pretty agitated) any ways! yesterday at the multistake dance festival and church dance after wards, there were a lot of couples, and i was like "seriously? come on!" until one of the girls was getting frustrated about something and her boyfriend just pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head. It seemed like everything was gonna be okay, not just for her but for me too. Like, I stopped getting angry. Because in that moment, I could feel my missionary's arms around me, and his chin resting on my head. And it was more than just some fantasy about the future. It felt almost exactly like when I felt the arms of my cousin who is on the other side of the veil a couple years ago in seminary when I was really bitter about life in general. Nor was it a memory, because the last time I saw my mish was about 4 or 5 years ago, I was 13-14, and though he's been my best friend for 9 years, we've never really had physical contact. He has, however, always been able to tell when I'm upset nor matter the distance or time that's separated us. It felt like he was really there holding me and it was exactly what I needed to get me through the rest of the performances and the dance. I know that no matter what the future holds for us, he will always be there for me and I love him soooo much. ♥

Spare Time: Writing

So I do a lot of random things in my spare time. Memorize Aragorn's speech at the Black Gate, Memorize Poems by Edgar Allen Poe and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Write. Read. Watch TV. etc. The one I'm going to focus on in this post is WRITING.

I've loved writing as long as I can remember. Literally. I wrote my first song when I was 5. Anyways, over the years I've mostly done novels, songs, and poems with a few short stories mingled in here and there. Never before this week have I ever given serious thought to screenwriting. I wrote a draft of a movie script just to see if I could do it but that was all. Then, this week, something just...clicked...inside me. I am now writing a spec script for my favorite show and the pilot of an original series. And its the most exhilarating thing I've done in my life! 

Missionary Girls and My Story

Missionary girls are the bomb. just sayin. I love my missionary SOOO flipin much.

I feel like I should start this off with my story. so here goes.

Nine years ago next month I moved to Colorado. A few weeks be for that I went up to hang out with my cousin We were driving around I saw a dog in a yard. I asked who's it was cuz it was a pretty dog. She replied, "Oh that's the Taylor's. They have three kids. Brian's the oldest, Julia is ...about Xauntal's and Quinesa's age, and Kevin. He's pretty good friends with Mason." I don't know why I remember that, I just do. And then I met him. as a little girl, I only had a few close friends and guys hardly paid attention to me. If they did, it was generally when i was playing sports with them. But his eyes caught mine that first day and, he noticed me. Three years later, I moved to Arizona. We were like 10-11 and 13-14. But we kept in touch. We emailed almost every week or two. Time went on. We lost touch for a little while, but then we got facebook accounts. We messaged each other as often as possible. Sometimes everyday, sometimes only once or twice a week. He was my confidant, my ..haven, if you will...Last year, when he turned 18, it hit me that he was about to leave. I wanted to tell him that somewhere along the paths we'd traveled I had fallen for him, but I couldn't. And I didn't want to have to deal with the pain of seperation when he left. So I started..distancing.. myself. I'd respond back at longer intervals, sometimes i would be petty and not respond at all. I'd not reply to text messages. I thought it would help. It didn't. Especially when one day he told me he was worried. He said i didn't seem myself lately and wanted to know if there was anything he could do to help. I wanted to tell him agian, but I didn't. I was..petty again..and kept playing my childish games. Our contact remained limited for a few months. Then around thanksgiving I got a message from him. it said something along the lines of: "I know we haven't talked in a while but its been too long. I'm not sure why we stopped. but I really do enjoy talking with you. I'd like us to start talking again if that's okay." And so we started texting again. Every day. and every night, before we went to sleep i'd get a text from him saying "sleep well, sweet dreams". And he left on the 23rd of January.

And thats the story of me and my missionary. <3 Leave a comment if you have a story of your own you'd like to share!