i liked her
October 9, 2012 § 25 Comments
She didn’t like me. she didn’t like anyone. but she liked her voice, when she knew i could hear her. She smiled brightly when i nodded and understood her. She scowled, she frowned, she quietly condemned. I watched the others drown in her position, her self-righteous opinions— but i saw her. She didn’t mean for glimpses of her happy to be caught by my always  curious-eyes, but I caught it, and I caught her, and I knew her and I swear to you, she is beau-ti-ful, IF you can look past the scowl, look into her wild young eyes, the accidental smiles that have created lines amongst her 70 year old laughing teeth that danced down on Manhattan street with her beau who took her out to the best clubs— loved her, asked her to marry him six weeks after meeting her… when she was just 24.
She didn’t like me, she didn’t like anyone. But i liked her, and she liked that I liked her. And I liked that I knew she liked me, even if she didn’t like me. To me that was good enough. And we smiled. Small victory between new friends.
Love this.
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Thanks Marien:]
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Marian* ;] Stupid iPhone app.
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such a beautiful shorty love it!
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Well written and thought provoking, as always đŸ™‚
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Hi Kip :]
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Hey, Ms. Ginger ])
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I really love this, Coco. It is something I think about a lot – we make so many judgements at face value and we may be so very very wrong. Go girl x
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Awwe thanks đŸ™‚
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what a beautiful way….
to love
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I propose that Coco should dye her hair black.
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Alright so….I have done that…during my vampire stage….I’ll post a picture to prove it.
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Yay! Can’t wait to see it.
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Your vocabulary has changed since you’ve started hanging around me. You’ve never said “yay” before and the other day you “haha’d”. Something’s bitten you and I’m not sure that it was a mean spider.
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If you check my last post maybe you will understand…
By the way,
If I had an evil poppy for every like my blog received, I would give them all to you. The poppies!
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if you did that, gave me all those poppies, i would do a little dance for you, then i would curtsey in your direction.
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That was my nana,
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Awwe
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I wanna meet this lady!!
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It’s posts like these that bring me back to your blog. You are a clever and creative writer and I enjoy reading your musings. I recently received the Reader Appreciation Award for my blog and am pleased to share it with you. Here are the details – http://agujasblog.com/2012/11/01/giving-thanks/.
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I’ve loved the few posts I’ve read by you so far. Clever and sing songy and I don’t what else, but i’ll definitely be reading more.
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Beautiful! (and if it was filmed, it would be a beautiful scene too)
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Thanks friend
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you’re welcome! đŸ™‚
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I know this is from a while ago but I’m strolling through (and loving) your old entries. Sometimes it’s nice not to be liked. It’s such an easy thing to like someone, it’s harder not to. That woman has real tenacity for not liking someone as talented as you, it almost adds to her character in a sort of twisted, non sensical way
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