All he wanted to do was hold her. He wanted to touch her, to stare into her eyes, to know that she loved him as much as he loved her. He wanted... no, needed to know that. He needed her, and needed to know that she needed him too.
He wanted to walk down the street and feel her hand reaching for his, holding hands together so happily as they walked along. He wanted to sit together, her lying against his chest, feeling her heart beating in tune with his own. He wanted to lay in bed, his arms wrapped around her, the sweet scent of her hair filling him with happiness. He wanted to see how comfortable she was with him, how much she trusted him, felt safe with him, and knew that everything would be all right as long as she was there with him.
He wanted to be the first thing she thought of when she woke in the morning, and the last thing she thought about when she went to bed at night. He wanted to know that she was always happy with him, always felt better when she was with him, and he could always cheer her up when she was down. He wanted her to see how beautiful she was through his eyes, and know that he would always love her.
He wanted so much from her, so much for her, but... deep down, feared that he'd never be anything at all to her. He feared he was nothing to the girl that he cared about more than anything, and a tear ran down his cheek as he lowered his head in sadness.
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Monday, October 20, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
My Friend
When I first met her, she seemed so distant, so sad, so alone. I tried my best to be nice to her, to be friendly, to show her I care, and she began to open up before my very eyes. I could see something in her. Something special. Something wonderful. Something absolutely amazing and breathtaking. Then she got weird again.
It's as if there's a switch in her brain and with me, she's one way, and around others, she's someone else. I don't know who she is, or at least who she's trying to be, but somehow, someway, I think I can see the REAL her deep down, staring deeply into her eyes, and she's... beautiful.
I was her friend, and I think possibly the only one she had. We spent a lot of time together, got close, talked about ourselves, though me a lot more than her. The more we spoke, the more we connected, and the more she opened up to me, like a blooming flower. She'd be weird around others, but with me, only me, she would open up, and although she didn't talk about herself too much, I could see far more in her eyes than what she said with words. Soon, I liked nothing better than to just stare into her eyes, feeling like I could see all the way down to her soul, and she would always smile at me when I looked at her that way. I would then smile too, and I felt truly happy.
I miss her now. I had to leave. I had no choice, really. As much as I wanted to stay, there were more important things out there in the world, though I promised I'd return to her one day. And I will. I never break my promises. I also promised to write her every single day, and find some way to deliver the letters to her, no matter where I travelled. We shall see if she gets those letters, and when, but eventually, I'm sure she will. I care about my friend, even... love her, I think, and I will never stop feeling that way about her as long as I live.
So, to my friend, I would like to say that... I love you, and I can't wait to stare into your eyes again, see that smile of yours, and smile back with all the happiness in my heart. Until then...
It's as if there's a switch in her brain and with me, she's one way, and around others, she's someone else. I don't know who she is, or at least who she's trying to be, but somehow, someway, I think I can see the REAL her deep down, staring deeply into her eyes, and she's... beautiful.
I was her friend, and I think possibly the only one she had. We spent a lot of time together, got close, talked about ourselves, though me a lot more than her. The more we spoke, the more we connected, and the more she opened up to me, like a blooming flower. She'd be weird around others, but with me, only me, she would open up, and although she didn't talk about herself too much, I could see far more in her eyes than what she said with words. Soon, I liked nothing better than to just stare into her eyes, feeling like I could see all the way down to her soul, and she would always smile at me when I looked at her that way. I would then smile too, and I felt truly happy.
I miss her now. I had to leave. I had no choice, really. As much as I wanted to stay, there were more important things out there in the world, though I promised I'd return to her one day. And I will. I never break my promises. I also promised to write her every single day, and find some way to deliver the letters to her, no matter where I travelled. We shall see if she gets those letters, and when, but eventually, I'm sure she will. I care about my friend, even... love her, I think, and I will never stop feeling that way about her as long as I live.
So, to my friend, I would like to say that... I love you, and I can't wait to stare into your eyes again, see that smile of yours, and smile back with all the happiness in my heart. Until then...
Saturday, September 27, 2008
My Trip Home
They sat in the backseat of the car together. The driver's side seat was full of boxes, forcing the boy and girl to scrunch together with him in the middle and her on the passenger's side. At first it was a bit uncomfortable and awkward, but soon enough, they sat quietly together, sharing little glances as the car drove down the road, speeding along.
She whispered to him that she was tired, and was going to take a little nap on the way home. He smiled, nodded, and carefully watched her lay back her head, letting her eyes fall closed. Traveling so fast down the smooth road, hearing the humming of the engine, the vibration of the car itself, it was all very soothing. He looked around for a moment, seeing the sun dip into the horizon just as his eyes came back to her. The sun fell across her face, showing her beauty to him. He knew how gorgeous she was long before that moment, but she looked even moreso in that light. He saw her breathing slowly, knowing she was already asleep, and she'd only just closed her eyes minutes earlier. A smile again came to his face, watching her resting beside him.
He relaxed in his seat, allowing himself to enjoy the rest of the ride home as well. He yawned, putting his hand to his mouth when he felt her shift, then feeling something pressing against his shoulder. He glanced over and saw that she was lying against him, her face so soft and relaxed. Staring at her, she seemed so comfortable... no, comforted, almost, more than he'd ever seen her in his life. It seemed to him as if she was always holding something back when she was awake, but now, she was carefree and... happy. He hoped that it was because she was lying with him, but... nahhh.
Someone in the front opened their window, letting the cool wind rush into the warm car. It hit her face, sending her long, ruby red hair whipping into his eyes, but he didn't care. He breathed deeply, smelling a hint of the aroma of that beautiful hair of hers: Berries. He couldn't tell exactly what type it was supposed to be, but her hair smelled so good, so fresh, and deep down, he knew he'd never forget that smell as long as he lived.
Someone upfront called back at him, asking if the wind was bothering them. He shook his head, feeling her hair gently blowing against him, covering his eyes as he let them close. He lay back, letting his body fully relax as he realized at that very moment there was nowhere else he'd rather be than right there in that backseat with her...
She whispered to him that she was tired, and was going to take a little nap on the way home. He smiled, nodded, and carefully watched her lay back her head, letting her eyes fall closed. Traveling so fast down the smooth road, hearing the humming of the engine, the vibration of the car itself, it was all very soothing. He looked around for a moment, seeing the sun dip into the horizon just as his eyes came back to her. The sun fell across her face, showing her beauty to him. He knew how gorgeous she was long before that moment, but she looked even moreso in that light. He saw her breathing slowly, knowing she was already asleep, and she'd only just closed her eyes minutes earlier. A smile again came to his face, watching her resting beside him.
He relaxed in his seat, allowing himself to enjoy the rest of the ride home as well. He yawned, putting his hand to his mouth when he felt her shift, then feeling something pressing against his shoulder. He glanced over and saw that she was lying against him, her face so soft and relaxed. Staring at her, she seemed so comfortable... no, comforted, almost, more than he'd ever seen her in his life. It seemed to him as if she was always holding something back when she was awake, but now, she was carefree and... happy. He hoped that it was because she was lying with him, but... nahhh.
Someone in the front opened their window, letting the cool wind rush into the warm car. It hit her face, sending her long, ruby red hair whipping into his eyes, but he didn't care. He breathed deeply, smelling a hint of the aroma of that beautiful hair of hers: Berries. He couldn't tell exactly what type it was supposed to be, but her hair smelled so good, so fresh, and deep down, he knew he'd never forget that smell as long as he lived.
Someone upfront called back at him, asking if the wind was bothering them. He shook his head, feeling her hair gently blowing against him, covering his eyes as he let them close. He lay back, letting his body fully relax as he realized at that very moment there was nowhere else he'd rather be than right there in that backseat with her...
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