Frank Sinatra had four wives. But I believe he loved Ava the most.
She may have been a gold digger, and he may have been a drunk, but they were hopelessly in love. Can't you see it? This picture is so ridiculously happy it makes me want to vomit.
It's {almost} the month of love and I.Can't.Wait. Yeah yeah, I'm only 17 and I am addicted to love. Ya know, just love in general. I think it is fascinating. I get giddy watching romantic movies. I sigh when I see couples holding hands walking down Main. I play matchmaker in my head. I write in my journal about weddings. I'm not in love quite yet, and don't plan on being so for a long while, but I can't seem get enough of it. I dance around in my head just thinking about two people falling madly in love with each other. Hence, my love for Valentine's Day.
For every day of February I will blog about {and facebook, but that's a no-brainer} what I love most about that day, in an effort to recognize the more lovely parts of living. If you are reading this, join me!
happy. happy. month of love.
3 comments:
Write this down in your journal: "I, Holly Dixon, will never vomit just because I am ridiculously happy, because that is just wrong."
I liked the part about you not quite being in love and not planning on it for a long while. :)
Looking forward to what you love about life every day.
Hooray for Frank Sinatra and LOVE! :D
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