Like Bees to Honey

I’m a sucker for written imagery folks.

xoxo,
-E
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A Subtle Kind of Love.
a story by Jake Christie

He loved her in a  distant kind of way, the same way the sun heats the Earth.  If she  were to disappear completely, he knew through pure logic that it  would have no great, disastrous effect on him.  He would not cease to  be; he would not stop breathing; his heart would not stop beating;  the world would not stop spinning.  The sun would keep shining,  radiating heat, if the Earth were not there.  On a certain, purely  physical level, her absence would have absolutely zero effect on his  person.

And yet…

He loved her in an  abstract kind of way, the way a bee loves honey.  He wasn’t sure why  he wanted to love her, but he wanted to love her just the same.   Maybe somebody told him once that he should be in love with somebody,  so he felt a need to pick somebody and it just so happened to be her.   Maybe.  Being in love was nice, sure, but he didn’t need to be.

And yet…

He loved her in a  removed kind of way, the way a butterfly’s wings can start a tsunami  halfway around the world.  He knew that it had an effect on her, but  he wasn’t sure how great.  On a certain level he was aware that if he  were to stop, if he were to disappear, it would have a drastic  effect.  For him it would be one less flap of his wings, in a manner  of speaking, if such a thing were possible without him falling from  the sky.

And yet…

He loved her in a  subtle kind of way.  It wasn’t the kind of love you see in movies,  with swelling music and giant gestures and running through the  streets to catch a departing train.  It wasn’t the kind of love that  Byron or Shakespeare wrote about, with flowery language and hyperbole  and iambic pentameter.  It was still and deep, like water that you  might mistake for shallow if you just watched the surface.  It was  entirely his, not dependent on her own feelings for him, and it would  still be there whether she, or him, or everyone else on the world  disappeared.  It was a subtle kind of love, but it was true.

And she loved him  just the same.

Booklove<3

Hello All,

For anyone who knows me at all, it’s no secret that Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day has been one of my favorite movies for a few years now. However, what I didn’t know was that it’s a book! Yesterday, while exploring the city I popped in this little bookstore/cafe. A little cramped, a bit overpriced, but also packed with lots of booklover treasures, I was browsing the fiction section when I found it. Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day, the book.

 

Naturally it was booklove at first sight. Set as world war II is just gaining momentum, the book follows two women over a period of twenty-four hours, after which neither of them will ever be the same. It’s glamorous, hilarious and romantic.  This is the type of book, heck and movie, that leaves you with butterflies in your stomach afterwards, and a goofy love drunk smile on your face.

My advice? Pick it up! It’s a perfect summer read, light-hearted and fun, with plenty of sizzling love interests and enough drama for two.

xoxo
-E