Well, this was going to be a one shot, but I felt like adding to it. Tell me if you think this should go on or is it better left standing as it is?
Oh, also my lovely reviewer, Molly, had a question regarding my use of the old Nickelodeon features. I looked it up and it seems that one of the early nickelodeon shows was indeed in 1897 showing a Corbett and Fitzsimmons championship fight. New York was where the first ones really started cropping up; they really spread out all over by about 1905ish. Anyway, enough of that cinematic history lesson!
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Well, here I am scribbling away in my journal again. It FINALLY happened tonight! He did it! He took to me to the most romantic place in the world! Well, alright, it was just on the top of my apartment's roof, which we've spent time at countless times before. This time was different, though. A few days ago he came over in the early evening. I remember that I was getting the table all set for dinner and then there came that familiar voice; one that I know as well as my own. He and David came bounding in after a hard day out selling 'the papes' as he calls them – he sounds so completely adorable whenever he says that. OK, I know that I sound giddy right now, but Christopher Columbus I feel giddy! Right, back to my little tale that I was weaving here.
So, we all ate dinner, just like usual. Afterward, Jack asks me if I want to take a walk with he and David, and my parents consented as long as it wasn't too long. So anyway, we're walking and talking and laughing. Suddenly my not so subtle brother announces that he forgot there was something at home that he really should be doing that very moment – Jack didn't know that I noticed him nudge my poor brother in the ribs right before the feeble excuse. After he left Jack took my hand in his and we continued walking, he told me more of his fantastic stories about what Santa Fe is like. He said that I would really like it, too. As he said it though, his face turned a pale shade of scarlet and he looked away, quickly changing the subject. Finally, when he walked me back to my door step he asked me if I would do him 'the honour of accompanying him for dinner Saturday evening' – it was so incredibly sweet and sincere and he had obviously picked it up from some Nickelodeon feature that he had seen. Well, of course I graciously accepted his invitation.
When he came to 'pick me up' he was dressed to the nines – well, for him, anyway. Gone were his cowboy clothes and trademark red bandanna. He wore that really nice gray and white pin striped shirt that he has, and he had a very smart vest on with it. He really made a handsome picture. Jack stood in the doorway, grinning at me, and joked 'your carriage awaits, me lady'. He really exudes easy charm, that one does. He led me outside and up the stairs to the rooftop.
It was a vision of loveliness. There were gorgeous wildflowers strewn all over the ground, I'm still not sure where exactly he got them all from. He had a couple of candles laid out and a simple meal ready for us. I could tell that he was trying his absolute hardest to maintain all of the gentlemanly qualities that he could muster. It was really sweet, but truth be told, I love my wild, unpredictable, a little rough around the edges Jack, the best exactly the way he is. The gesture was grand, just the same. The fact that he went through all of the trouble just for me was very touching. After we finished eating he asked me if I wanted to dance. I smiled and told him that there wasn't any music, and he simply said 'sure there is, you just have to know what to listen for is all'.
He took me in his arms and I just melted against him. It's cliched, but it seemed as if the entire world had stopped; like there was nothing around except Jack and I. I'm not even sure how long we danced in circles with each other like that, I completely lost track of time. I just know when he slowly stopped us swaying and he gazed intensely into my eyes I thought that my knees were about to buckle. I know, listen to me, I'm supposed to plain and sensible Sarah, but really! Jack just brings out this entirely new side of me, and I like it.
He leaned in closer and I thought that he was going to kiss me, but he didn't. He just brought his lips ever so closer to my own and whispered 'I love you'. For a breathless moment we both stood there together, locked in the other's arms just holding on. He quirked one of his cocky signature crooked smiles at me and I just knew it. He is my one. I whispered my vow of love back to him and his face lit up like a Christmas tree. He never ceases to amaze me. Then he brought me into this mind numbingly drop dead kiss that left me in a bit of a daze...oh, yes, tonight was a veeeeeeeerrry good night!
Well, that's it for tonight. I need to finish writing in you, my darling, tuck you back underneath my pillow and get back to bed. I was lying down, but I was so excited and my heart is so full that I just had to get some of it out here. So, thank you, dear diary for always being my confidant. Goodnight, and I shall be sure not to be a stranger.
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Hmmm, do you guys like this at all, or is boring? A review would be most lovely!