Chapter 9: Is This It? Paragraph 1: Love Looks At Us And Sighs...
Entry 16 Dear Diary, Thornton is... Thornton is...
Sigh. Thornton is so many things.
Bold. Brilliant. Charming. Eloquent. Fearless. Fantastic. Gorgeous. Magnetic. Perfect.
Precious. Solid. Talented. Unique. Vivacious. Wonderful.
There aren't enough adjectives to describe him. He's...
invigorating! I haven't felt this
alive since I quit my job. Ok... Since I was
forced to quit my job. Same thing! Don't rain
on my parade now. I just can't stop thinking about him. Ever. Even when I sleep; he's
there. In my dreams.
Since the party we've been seeing each other regularly after his work hours. That first day
he invited me to join him on one of the more secluded beaches of Sunset Valley. It's the
perfect spot. Rocky, overgrown cliffs on one side, the endless blue of the ocean on the
other. The cries of the seagulls, and the repetitive sounds of the waves rolling onto the
beach. The salty breeze playing with my hair... playing with
his hair. It's the most
beautiful, most peaceful place you can imagine.
And it's our place. And in that place, only that place exists.

I can completely let go of myself when I'm with him. It's all so carefree. We're just having
fun, getting to know each other. I never imagined myself relinquishing control like this,
but I can't help it. His presence alone makes my knees weak and my stomach flutter.
To him, I have no defense.

There are moments when I'm lucid enough to realize that. And then it scares me. I mean,
look at what I just wrote! It's all so pink and so...
sappy.
That's
not me!
I'm the girl that clings to bulldozers. I'm the girl that sinks boats. I'm the girl that will
save the world. I'm not the "endless blue of the ocean" type! "What's happening to me?",
that's what I ask myself a lot in those moments. Am I losing myself?

But then I look at him. Talking. Joking. Tousling his hair. And I'm endlessly fascinated by
the littlest movements. I hang on his every word.
I'm infatuated.
I'll watch how his lips move when he speaks, how he scratches his head when he can't
remember something. How he rolls his eyes, or how he grins crookedly. And I feel as
though they're the most important movements ever made, by anyone, and I shouldn't
miss a thing.

Sometimes he'll lean a little closer, and I'll feel as if I'm going insane. He'll be so close I
can see the texture of his skin, the slight curls in his hair. When those deep, dark, eyes
are so close to mine. When I can smell nothing but his aftershave, not even the brine of
the ocean. Then I feel as if I'm going insane.
He's intoxicating.
It's the most frightening feeling I've ever experienced. Yet I don't ever want it to end.

And even though I can feel myself disappearing. Even though I know that that should
upset me. When he has long since gone home, back to his wife, I can only think of one
thing.
Does he feel for me what I feel for him? Or is this platonic friendship all there is?
Love is elation, like an oration. Love speaks to us in tongues.
Natural as teething. Simple as breathing, air in the love-starved lungs.
Love looks at us and sighs...
Authors Note: My sincere apologies that updates have been so slow. The summer holiday is coming up, which is always a very busy time; trying to finish things before everyone takes time off work to get that tan! I'm afraid that the coming three weeks will be similarly busy. However, after that I have vacation time of my own and I'll be able to spend more time on my Dynasty and the updates.
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