Would anyone be interested in reading my writing?
Here's a small little thing I wrote a few months into my relationship with my boyfriend.
Let me know what you think. This is pretty much how my writing style is
When I close my eyes, I slip into a daydream of you and me. It's summertime, and we're at my Grandma's farm. You're sitting in the tall grass with your back leaning against the trunk of a tree for support, and my head rests in your lap. I'm laying on my back, making shapes out of clouds and pointing out my findings for you to see. A sweet smile crosses your lips, and then you lean down and those lips meet mine. There's a butterfly or two flitting from flower to plant. In the grass next to us is a couple bags of food, bought from the local gas station since we're too impatient to cook a meal. After the kiss you reach into the bag and grab your diet soda to crack it open. I hear the hiss as the bottled carbination escapes. I tease you and you grin, shooting a wisecrack in my direction. I pretend to be mad and you assure me you're only joking, calling me Babe. If I were mad, holding that grudge against you would be impossible. I roll over onto my stomach, my eyes facing yours and I tell you again how much I love you. You smile and slowly kiss me again. The glowing sun and light breeze match this emotion you've caught me in. This is heaven on Earth.
banshee (ˈbænʃiː, bænˈʃiː)
(in Irish folklore) a female spirit whose wailing warns of impending death