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Orlando Bloom (xo_orlando_ox) wrote,
@ 2003-08-20 23:02:00
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    Current mood: loved
    Current music:Carry This Picture by Dashboard Confessional

    Dreams are dreams but this one is truly real to me...
    *looks over and sees Mandy on my side as we're curled up on the bed with my arms under her and wrapping around her. I lean over and I kiss her forehead and I see her smile for a second. I think what she's dreaming of as I know what I dream of every night and day, her. I look over to my journal on the drawer and I stretch my free hand to it and grab it making sure the pen won't fall off in between the pages. I bring my free knee and place the journal onto it and I start to write slow and cautiously without waking my baby* Today we finished doing the scenes and now we are departing back to the states tomorrow morning. We were supposed to leave Monday but we weren't able to finish the rest that day causing us to all back a couple days. Anyways after we finished I got a voicemail from Mandy and I headed to the hotel as soon as I can. I really missed seeing her, I mean she's the only thing I can think of every night and day, *sighs as I look at Mandy*, I can't believe I have her. I love her and I am not afraid to say it. *smiles some*

    Carry This Picture
    By Dashboard Confessional

    I'll carry this picture for luck.
    Kept in your locket, tucked in your collar, close to your chest.
    Make it a secret shown to the closet friends.
    Meet me at quarter to 7.
    The sun will still shine then at this time of year.
    Well head to the inlet and we'll share a bottle there
    And color the coast with your smile.
    Its the most genuine thing I've ever seen.
    I was so lost and now I believe.

    And follow me south of the big docks with the big boats,
    And teather the boats with rich men revere are so important.
    They hire our fathers to stear.
    And down to the edge of the water, We'll spill our guts and we'll leave our fears.

    I'll give you this picture and keep it and dont be scared,
    And color the coast with your smile.
    Its the most genuine thing I've ever seen.
    I was so lost and now I believe.
    I believe in the coast.
    Your smile its the most genuine thing I've ever seen.
    I was so lost and now I believe
    Now I believe


    So yeah we spent sometime and I enjoy loving every second, minute and hour with her. *starts to yawn* Anyways I have to get going, our flight is early tomorrow morning. Bye *places the pen in between the journal pages and lays it back on the counter and slowly lay my hands onto her hands and entwines with mine as I fall back asleep.*


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