Great ending. (or is it not the ending?) I am back out of the blazes, frozen once again. You are the first person I ran to review. Sorry it's been so long! :)

It isn't easy living in the past. It is harder living in the now...

For some deeply striking reason the "we paint blue" is electric and visually lovely. The radiant splash of blue over the white canvas with black brushstrokes slapped on.

And the idea of seeing her face just once... I remember the time I knew that all he wanted was to kiss my lips just once, at all costs...

I love this. I wasn't allowed to review it last time I tried!

Trying to remember the words I had for you, but I love the twin idea, and the end line makes it so...mysteriously dark, like a strategic move in a "Dangerous Liasons" scene...

The black, too, gives it a period feel, such as in "My Immortal Beloved", and you never know who was behind that veiled appearance.

This just makes me smile.Right now my life is amidst blind evil.

And still, Prince, I feel so flighty and free. Happy on that silly lovely cloud. Up there listening to the wind, and sometimes looking down.

But I know what happens next...it rains.

This is scaring me. You are into all of this~ happening to me. My last review reflected this?

Part of the endearment is that my "friend" (which he always will be that) is from the time when I was wild and laughing, sassy and sweet.

And hi is much better than goodbye.This collection gives me insight: how could we grow apart? That notion is becoming the ONLY thing impossible in my life.

You are my friend, as well, I do not have to know anything about you except how you have shown me so much. Thank you. I've been so unseen. Until now...

My goodness. Where to start? I guess from the beginning. LoL

I haven't seen "my guy" (yes, from another chapter but I put his outdated pictures in a folder marked that) in many years now, and never since our reunion in time. I am holding on 'til I grow old; I told him we will grow old together, even apart, to which he replied and unexpected "thank goodness"~ which made my heart shine like the sun itself ~ sometimes now, I do cry at night, and for once it IS making me feel lighter, and that seems to show beauty better.And tonight, in honor of his magnetism, I smiled softly, and sent it straight to him.

Maybe you are my prince, too?

Each chapter I read gets more distinct. Covering every angle of this timeless sort of loving.

I am reviewing all these one by one, before reading the next...

I am doing exactly the same.

Have you been peeking in my window/ peering into my mind, heart, soul.

You are writing the story of my happiest life.

This is the closest thing I've ever heard to describe my momentary visions.

Still, though familiar, the way you write this was so supernatural yet no way spooky. sensual spiritual and sensational.

i more than liked this. i think i'll adore it forever. you understand me...

oh wow Prince, yes I was missing out!

"coming back after coming undone" is the greatest way to say this.

it doesn't always happen the next morning, but mornings forever follow...and she will continue to follow him.

What a great collection! I love them!

This one is cute, just like school days.

Gosh, I miss those days. Well, everything but the actual "school" part. ha ha

These sonnets go together but are on all different levels. I like that.

The best people (and loves) are like that...

Pleasantly surprised I am...First, her dream told her it was REAL!Secondly the knit part, I literally PLANNED to learn some knitting tonight, but there the needles and yarn lay, for I am too busy "dreaming of him" also.Thirdly, but never last, she welcomes in the new "era" full of hope and acceptance - that he will arrive on his own, maybe to return her LOVE. :o

This is exactly the "summary" of how "my sonnet" has unfolded in time. It could certainly be my sonnet (sung out loud!) to the man of my dreams. My greatest wish is that he felt some of the ways described here. Something tells me, as Dita may incur, that I'll never know what he truly thinks or feels. Unless more chapters are written -- this time by him. :D