The Man I Love
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a_time_slipNote: These fics are from a prompt in another community. This details some of the events that happened 500 years in Janie's Past. I have no idea if I'll ever finish them or not, but hey. Here you go!
The Man I Love
George and Ira Gershwin
Someday he'll come along
The man I love
And he'll be big and strong
The man I love
And when he comes my way
I'll do my best to make him stay
He'll look at me and smile
I'll understand
Then in a little while
He'll take my hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both won't say a word
Maybe I shall meet him Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe not
Still I'm sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be
my good news day
He'll build a little home
That's meant for two
From which I'll never roam
Who would, would you
And so all else above
I'm dreaming of the man I love
I'm sitting on the beach and watching the sunset when a dark figure seems to emerge out of nowhere. He's tall, muscular and heading directly for me.
Most of the day had gone normally, work then I stopped for a soda and finally by the beach. There's something magical about a sunset, something that almost forces me to watch them even when I shouldn't be out after dark. There's a possibility that I should be afraid of this big, strong- oh, and handsome man.
Oh my god his hair is dark and wavy, and his smile. Is this love at first sight? No. It can't be. Love is something that happens to other people. It's not anything that I ever want to fall victim to. See, people in love? They're idiots. You don't need another person to survive. All of the things involved with love are complicated and messy- and he's here.
I am not going to talk like an idiot- okay, thats a lie. There's a really hot guy in front of me, so no way to form coherent sentences.
He's staying! He wants to go for a walk!
And here is my internal 'squee'. I've always hated that word but it's exactly how I feel for this romantic walk down the beach. I bet he has a nice house, possibly a really nice-
What is that noise? It sounds like a train. If only it would stop!
After blinking a few times, I realize it's my mother who fell asleep on my cheap futon. She's staying with me while she works boyfriend issues out. THAT'S a reason that I don't need anyone. Boyfriends aren't worth it, husbands aren't worth it.
Which is why I'm going to my room and closing the door so that I can dream about Mr.Perfect in silence.
The Man I Love
George and Ira Gershwin
Someday he'll come along
The man I love
And he'll be big and strong
The man I love
And when he comes my way
I'll do my best to make him stay
He'll look at me and smile
I'll understand
Then in a little while
He'll take my hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both won't say a word
Maybe I shall meet him Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe not
Still I'm sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be
my good news day
He'll build a little home
That's meant for two
From which I'll never roam
Who would, would you
And so all else above
I'm dreaming of the man I love
I'm sitting on the beach and watching the sunset when a dark figure seems to emerge out of nowhere. He's tall, muscular and heading directly for me.
Most of the day had gone normally, work then I stopped for a soda and finally by the beach. There's something magical about a sunset, something that almost forces me to watch them even when I shouldn't be out after dark. There's a possibility that I should be afraid of this big, strong- oh, and handsome man.
Oh my god his hair is dark and wavy, and his smile. Is this love at first sight? No. It can't be. Love is something that happens to other people. It's not anything that I ever want to fall victim to. See, people in love? They're idiots. You don't need another person to survive. All of the things involved with love are complicated and messy- and he's here.
I am not going to talk like an idiot- okay, thats a lie. There's a really hot guy in front of me, so no way to form coherent sentences.
He's staying! He wants to go for a walk!
And here is my internal 'squee'. I've always hated that word but it's exactly how I feel for this romantic walk down the beach. I bet he has a nice house, possibly a really nice-
What is that noise? It sounds like a train. If only it would stop!
After blinking a few times, I realize it's my mother who fell asleep on my cheap futon. She's staying with me while she works boyfriend issues out. THAT'S a reason that I don't need anyone. Boyfriends aren't worth it, husbands aren't worth it.
Which is why I'm going to my room and closing the door so that I can dream about Mr.Perfect in silence.