Example 1: Sophia Bush
Journal Entry:Have you ever woken up and something you'd never wanted to think about ever again is suddenly the first thing you think about as your eyes slowly start to flutter open. For a moment the world doesn't make sense as that suppressed memory resurfaces. A split second is all it takes and then your world is thrown out of whack. Why now? Why ever? You never wanted to recall that memory, so why does it come back to haunt you now?
It doesn't have to be something horrible either. It could be the first kiss with the man of your dreams who turns out to be the biggest dick and you never want to remember that feeling of extreme bliss you felt the moment your lips touched for the first time. Maybe it's the first time your skin pressed against theirs and you took that forbidden leap. You suddenly remember every detail as if it happened yesterday, although it could've happened years ago. You can taste their lips on yours again, feel their skin brushing yours and suddenly you yearn for it like you've never yearned for something before.
When I was just a mere school girl, I used to dream about my wedding. Face it, it's one of those things that girls sit around and daydream about. Usually our groom's that handsome boy in our class totally out of our league, or maybe it's our boyfriend who's been good to us so far. You know that one that you plan your entire future out with when you're only a Sophomore. The college's you'll go to so that you never have to be too far apart, that sort of thing. As you grow up that changes, but then again what doesn't change as you grow older and you mature and wisen up?
When that fateful day finally comes, Suddenly all your dreams never really add up to that moment. You'd never factored in the butterflies that overtake your stomach, or how many times you want to rehearse that special moment, making sure that everything's going to go off without a hitch. After all, they say you only get married once. Well, maybe back in the olden days it might've gone off that way. You find that one that you want to spend forever with and you do. There are fights, what couple doesn't fight after all, but you're always able to find that common ground and you work at it. Sometimes there's counseling to help see you through whatever issue it is, but if you want it there's nothing that you can't fix.
Santa Monica. A beautiful outdoor ceremony and two hundred guests. Not exactly the wedding I'd always pictured, I'd been more of the traditionalist, having dreams of that wedding in the church with all of my family and friends around. The greatest things though are those in which you didn't plan. This wasn't the dream wedding I had always planned, but it became my dream wedding. Every single detail of the wedding was perfect. From the dress I'd chosen to wear, to his tux, and everything else involved. That day will hold so many memories. So many good memories that have been tainted and are more bittersweet these days.
I still have my dress. Sometimes I wonder why, but there are good memories attached to it even if I don't want to remember them. It's at my parent's. A part of me wants to get up and go over there and put it on. Fix my hair up and put the veil back on and just, remember. I wouldn't though, because what good will it do anything bringing back those memories? It's bad enough I woke to the haunting memory of a marriage that failed. There are scrapbooks, things that I still keep hidden in a box from that day. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm in love with scrap booking, and if I really wanted to I could pull them out, flip through them and look at the happily, newly married couple spending the day with those close to them, celebrating in a blessed union.
And suddenly I think it's time to break out the ice cream and curl up on the couch with a couple of chick flicks. It's not like there's anything better to do tonight, now is there?
AIM EXAMPLE:ME: Sophia couldn't remember the last time she was so excited, and nervous too, at the notion of a date. Even if this wasn't starting off as an official date or anything, just two friends going out and letting the night decide the turns it would take for them. It wasn't too wrong to hope for something though, was it? She asked herself this as she walked into her bathroom to fix up her hair. Up or down? A question that normally plagued her and as she fiddled around with it for a few minutes, she finally decided on down. One thing down, now all she had to do was put on a little makeup. A girls motto, no matter if she was a tomboy or not, was never leave the house without a little make up on, even if it was just a bit of blush and her earth tone eyeshadow which she'd applied. There. She was ready and it didn't take as long as she thought it would. Letting out a soft laugh she made her way downstairs.
THEM: Steve did his best to not be nervous, and for the most part he had managed to stay the anxious drumming of his heart and the slight tension he felt all the way down to his fingertips. He’d never done anything like this before. Well, not exactly. He’d never gone out with anyone he virtually met online. Not that Sophia was a stranger in the strictest sense, really, Steve knew a lot of people who knew her personally and had of course talked to her himself. But it wasn’t really her and who she was that worried Steve, from every word he’d seen her write, she seemed like an incredible person and he damn well knew that he was lucky to have even managed to get to take her out. No, it was himself that he was worried about. He worried that he would fail to live up to Sophia’s expectations that she would be disappointed that he was different in person than he was online, that though his songs were heartfelt and every one of them contained a piece of his soul, that he himself couldn’t channel his own romantic side properly. He’d failed that way before, gone out with girls who expected him to be a complete bleeding heart, girls who dumped him the moment they realized that he needed a guitar in hand to pour out what he felt. But maybe, just maybe, Sophia would change that. But then again, he said that every time, about every girl before. Steve could really just hope that this would be differently the time he actually got to Sophia’s, nervousness had quadrupled. While he waited for her to answer, he made an attempt to fix the little bouquet of yellow and white roses and adjust the little string that tied the box of chocolate to the flowers. Could never go wrong with flowers and chocolate, official date or not.
ME: When Sophia heard the knock on the door she couldn't help but smile widely. Unless it was some shocking surprise visitor, or maybe someone trying to go door to door selling this or that, then she had no doubt who'd be standing on the other side of the door. Not wanting to seem too anxious to see him she took her time getting up from the couch, making sure to smooth out the few wrinkles in her shirt before making her way over to the front door. Opening it slowly the smile that was already on her face only grew more as she finally stood there face to face with Steve. It was nice to finally get to see him in person, as the pictures she'd seen of him had done him no justice, a least not in her own opinion. She'd stood there leaning up against the door for a moment before she finally realized she'd yet to say a word to him. "And here I thought it was the pizza delivery man." Sophia let out a little laugh as she looked up into Steve's eyes. "You're a much better sight to open the door up to anyways. Hey, Steve."
THEM: It kind of felt like his heart had suddenly jumped into his throat when the door was opened and Sophia came out. Just as she thought the pictures of him did him no justice, Steve felt that the pictures of her didn’t capture her real appeal well enough. She was quite a sight, in her simple and understated makeup, casual clothing, and of course, the blinding white smile and the dimples deep enough to make him kind of melt a little. The long moment where they looked at each other, both smiling goofily at the other. Suddenly, Steve was inwardly praying to please, please, make this one work out properly. Let him not screw it up.He ducked his head and grinned at her compliment. “You flatter me too much, sweetheart,” he said, chuckling a little and bouncing a little on his heels. “Got you a little present...” From behind him, he pulled out the small bouquet of roses and the box of chocolate. “Kind of tacky, I know, but I don’t know much about you yet flowers and chocolate always gets the job done right.”
ME: At the mention of the word 'present' Sophia raised an eyebrow at Steve, a little smirk playing on the corner of her lips as she tilted her head to the side. When he pulled the flowers and the chocolates out from behind her back she couldn't help but let out a soft little laugh as a blush crept across her face. "Someone must've taught you well that a way to a woman's heart was through chocolate." Letting out a little laugh she stepped back from the doorway to let him in. "We should put the flowers in a vase or something. I wouldn't want them to wither too quickly."
THEM: Steve laughed and followed her inside the home, looking around for a few moments, trying not to seem too impressed. The digs of some of these Hollywood youngsters never failed to inspire a little bit of awe in Steve. Not jealousy though, never that, he understood how hard some of these kids worked, and it wasn’t as if he himself needed some place as spacious. Steve could live in a box and he’d be happy as long as it could house his guitar. “Nah,” he started to say in response with a slight shake of his head. “I actually figured that one out myself.” From the look on her face, the redness of her cheeks, and the brightness of her eyes when she saw the flowers, Steve knew it worked on her too.” He slipped his hands inside his pockets and grinned at her. “Flowers wilt eventually – at which point I’ll just buy you a new bouquet, change things up a little.”
ME: She led him into the kitchen with a little laugh as she reached up into one of the cabnets to grab a vase, filling it up with a little bit of water. Turning back to face him she couldn't hide the bright smile as she looked at him. "You know, that's going to be a lot of flowers being given from you then. Maybe we'll just let you surprise me every now and then with a new bouquet." Winking at him she put the roses into their new home before placing the vase in the center of her table. "Thank you again though for them, they're beautiful Steve." She took a step towards him, giving him a quick kiss to his cheek before smiling. "We should probably get going soon huh?"
