How does she know you love. How does she know you care! That’s how you know he loves you. That’s how you know he’s the one!

How does she know you love. How does she know you care! That’s how you know he loves you. That’s how you know he’s the one!

This is not just art. It’s love.
The movies The first: I ordered my drink and there, out of the corner of my eyes the door swung open behind the counter. Bold, blond, and sweet. In my head, an expolsion of “WOW!” But as it was I had to go. Had to get the seats we wanted. The second: she wanted a drink. I had to go. At the counter, there he was. Just him. A look brought on a smile. I only knew it was contagious until I was smiling back. Ordered the pop and then cashier 2 said it. “Surly you can’t be serious.” “I am serious, and don’t call me Shirley!” Grabbed a straw and as unwrapping I thought “Airplane” and right as I said it, like one mind it poured out of both our mouths, and there it was. That connection. Sweet turns to bitter as I return to the movie. The third and final: leaving made me curious. Was a misreading, or was there something there? I had to, just once! So while walking by I glance back at the cash register and see him. Eyes meeting, and for some wonderful reason, he waves. “I don’t know him well. Why wave to me?” Mind is wondering, heart racing. It turn to leave but at the door my curiosity peeks and there it was. That last glance to see him one more time, and he’s still looking. A smile, or a hug. I was twenty feet away, but I couldn’t tell which one was given? And was it to me, or to my heart? Only one way to find out. Until next time, cashier. Time will move slow, but anticipation will help. So how about we go see another movie. I’m board.

The movies

The first: I ordered my drink and there, out of the corner of my eyes the door swung open behind the counter. Bold, blond, and sweet. In my head, an expolsion of “WOW!” But as it was I had to go. Had to get the seats we wanted.
The second: she wanted a drink. I had to go. At the counter, there he was. Just him. A look brought on a smile. I only knew it was contagious until I was smiling back. Ordered the pop and then cashier 2 said it. “Surly you can’t be serious.” “I am serious, and don’t call me Shirley!” Grabbed a straw and as unwrapping I thought “Airplane” and right as I said it, like one mind it poured out of both our mouths, and there it was. That connection. Sweet turns to bitter as I return to the movie.
The third and final: leaving made me curious. Was a misreading, or was there something there? I had to, just once! So while walking by I glance back at the cash register and see him. Eyes meeting, and for some wonderful reason, he waves. “I don’t know him well. Why wave to me?” Mind is wondering, heart racing. It turn to leave but at the door my curiosity peeks and there it was. That last glance to see him one more time, and he’s still looking. A smile, or a hug. I was twenty feet away, but I couldn’t tell which one was given? And was it to me, or to my heart? Only one way to find out. Until next time, cashier. Time will move slow, but anticipation will help.
So how about we go see another movie. I’m board.

Staying up till 2, maybe 3 in the morning every night watching tv. That’s what I do!

Staying up till 2, maybe 3 in the morning every night watching tv. That’s what I do!