Love/Hate

I love snow, but hate the cold.
I love the beach, but hate turning into a lobster.
I love Chocolate, but hate poor quality chocolate.
I love Flowers, but hate the allergies that follow.
I love Dresses, but hate dressing up.
I love Sleeping in, but hate missing out by sleeping too late.
I love love, but hate heartache.

People

Some people fill your heart.
Some people heal your soul.
Some people feed your eyes.
Some people waste your time.

Nutella Muffins Take Two

So in having fun with nutella and peanut butter, I have concocted another version of the muffin.

Peanut Butter & Nutella Muffins

I saw a recipe for Peanut Butter and Jelly muffins and thought the recipe looked good.  Then I thought, you know what would be better than Jelly?  The same thing that makes all of life's problems go away: Nutella.  See my nutella version of the recipe after the jum

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Prologue

He watched her, memorizing her movements. She could have moved gracefully, even beautifully, if she had chosen. Instead, her manner erased all that one might find attractive. She kept her head slightly down, avoiding eye contact with the customers she served. Her drab brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, hiding all femininity.

A Lone Tear

He stands in front of the mirror, finishing off the tie for his tuxedo, thinking of the day ahead. As he adjusts his collar, he imagines how she will look. Surely she would pull her dark hair up in curls that would cascade down her narrow back. How he longed to touch run his hands through her hair at that moment.

The church towers before him, reaching up to the sky as if it longed to feel the warm embrace of its god. He sympathizes with the church, as he too longs for the soft touch of his personal goddess. He hopes she will wear something simple and understated so she shines brighter than the dress.

She is walking down the aisle, towards him. The light seems to illuminate behind her, as if she is an illusion … an angel.