love letters in my dreams

I had this dream last night and in it I received a love letter. I can't remember it entirely but as soon as I woke I typed whatever I could remember. It read: 

 if you gave yourself to me and i could say your body belonged to me

then each night as you lay next to me

you'd make my wildest desires come to life beneath our sheets

and i'd embrace you, press your flesh against mine and you'd burn under my fingertips in the most ardent need 

each morning as you dress and gaze at yourself upon the mirror your eyes will meet mine

and you'll see yourself as i see you, you'll feel the way i hunger for you not as you seduce me and tempt me, but just as you exist when you think no one is watching 

That's all I remember. I think I'll try to complete the love letter later as I think of more lines that could go with it. 

I'm with her: aileen wuornos

 There's a new docu-series on Netflix titled Catching Killers and there's an episode on Aileen Wuornos. To this day it pisses me off whenever I watch the sentencing. She was sentenced to six death sentences. Now, don't get me wrong, she was a murderer and under no circumstances is premeditated murder ok. There has to be consequences for the crime, that I agree with. The part that upsets me every time is that Aileen was a victim throughout her life as well and no one advocated for her. There was no justice in her name as a child, the justice system failed her from a very young age. And once society creates this bitter, angry, and vengeful monster they point the finger at just her? I just think it's double sided. I think consecutive life sentences was the proper sentencing in this case. She was a broken individual and wasn't sane anymore. 

paris is always a good idea

 Just finished watching Sabrina, the 1995 remake with Julia Ormond and Harrison Ford. I've never watched the original with Humphrey Bogart and Audrey Hepburn, I imagine it's much more romantic. But then again, I've never been much of an Audrey Hepburn type. 

The 1995 film is alright, not a big deal or anything. I can tolerate Harrison Ford in it, and that's saying a lot, I hate Harrison Ford. The character he plays is pretty much what I picture him to be like in real life... "He is the world's only living heart donor... he thinks morals are paintings on walls and scruples are money in Russia." Oddly enough he is also the kind of person I always imagined I'd end up with. The bitter man who is so focused on money and work and then he meets me, the unearthly creature who bewilders him and holds him in awe. 

I love the heavy focus on France and romanticism. The romantic girl who views the world with rose colored glasses as she sits in a Cafe and writes in her stupid journal, who believes that after truly living and experiencing life that she has a deeper understanding of the world and herself but she's stupider than ever. 

And men are still liars but then they say something like... "I need her, and I don't need anything." And somehow, that one statement is true.

I suppose that's how I always wanted the love story of my life to be. I suppose deep down I still want it to be like that.