'Til The Day That I Die


 Inspiration comes and goes like ocean waves. Sometimes they magnificently crash ashore,
bursting into the air in a beautiful cascade of foamy drops, and other times,
the waves move too slowly to be even noticed or felt.

Last Night
Lori Novo: baby, do u think u'll stop loving me one day?
Steppenwolf (steppen.crescendo): not till i die
Lori Novo: :)))))



Today was like one of those days when the water was standing still. No inspiration at all.
Not a clue what I could write about in this blog post. Maybe just the picture and a quote.
That was until I looked out my window and noticed a cute couple across the street in the park.
I liked the way the young man was holding the girl. Like protective and proud. As if letting the
world know, "She is my world, no one can hurt her." I smiled because that is the way my
Steppenwolf makes me feel when I am in his arms. I kept watching the couple as they talked while
looking into each other's eyes without letting go of the warmth of their embrace.
Suddenly, they started dancing!
It was beautiful to watch. It wasn't a simple dance, but a waltz, with graceful spins and dips, and
occasional kisses. They kept dancing while people walked by and children played. I am not sure if
they had some music playing or not, since I couldn't hear from where I was. But I am sure they didn't
care if they didn't. Really, who needs music when you can dance to the beats of two hearts in love? My
Steppenwolf and I do that often. So I know how she was feeling. She was feeling so loved, special, and
beautiful. I wanted to keep watching them in their beautiful moment, but really, I needed to respect the
beautiful moment that they were having. Still, their love in that moment gifted me a smile
that has lasted the whole day.

Thank For Reading!
Lori Novo

Credits
Sintiklia - Hair Bitna ● [POUT!] Just Liners - Evo X ● rotten {sun kisses} moles (06) [evoX] Under Right Eye
KUNGLERS - Belen Earring ● Ricielli - Lise Vest / Khaki ● Ricielli - Lise Pants / Khaki

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