A story

FIrst a quick little blurb about what happened to me today. My brother and I went into Barnes and Noble today and read the start of a book together. It was a really awesome book btw. As we were leaving, my brother wanted to talk to the nook salesman because that was his old job. So he talked away and this kid came along and was playing on one of the nooks. He was an obnoxious kid talking about zelda, manga and then witnessing to us a little bit about Judah the Lion who is Jesus. (I didn't know that; funny how I knew about aslan though) Anyway, as we were leaving to make a phone call to mortgage guy, Kent, we bade farewell to our little 8 year old friend. He waved to my brother, but when he said goodbye to me, he took me by the hand and kissed it saying, "Farewell fond maiden." That made my day.  I want to cry at how special that simple act made me feel. Maybe because it was coming from someone so innocent or Maybe he does that to every girl that he meets, I don't know, but what I do know is that small act was so important to me.  That takes so much courage.

I want to write a story, but it seems like the only stories that I can come up with are love stories; they are all I can think about. Those fantasies of love that gather in my head but have no real place in reality. Like movies. All of the love stories seem so untrue. I guess that is why they are media. The bible is media, but tons and tons of people believe in Christ. The Koran is media, but tons of people believe in that. I don't know. I wish that more people would believe in love stories. Then they would have the same disappoint in believing in a faith I guess. It's all a delusion. I like living in the now and what is happening in front of my face by making choices. This is what I believe, but it is so hard for to forget all of my fantasies. I really can create my own love story if I so choose. That can happen with any guy really, but then when it becomes a reality I find out that he does not suit my fantasy. Oh it is a twisted conundrum. One that I think I enjoy living daily.

My story was forgotten in thought.