Monday, January 30, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Perfect Imperfect
It's an unwritten law; it's a matter of existence. You have to know not to try to be perfect, just to try your hardest for everyone, so that they know how strong you are, and how much you can grow as a human being.
He stares at her, the way she moves her hands through her lips when she's thinking, the way her lips curl up to a smile when she figures out something. He was breathless.
why did she choose him..?
He was so violent sometimes, arrogant. Disturbing. Perverted. He wasn't perfect, but something about her made her close to him. And yet, with all of those negative qualities...
she still chose him.
Sometimes his naivety took her breath away.
She loved him. She really, truly, absolutely loved him. Without a doubt. What he did doubt all of those years was whether or not she loved him, as well. But now he knew that she did. he'd known for awhile. That's why they were living together.
That's why they were going to go to the restaurant where they had their first date next week, in order to celebrate their anniversary.
But all of that seemed to bring the question back to his mind.
Why did he choose her when she could have had anyone? she was so beautiful, and kind hearted, and careful, and popular, and funny. Like the perfect girl.
He wasn't perfect; but he was still a hell of a lot better than her.
There were plenty of guys out there who'd give almost anything just to hold her hand, and they were all handsome, tall, well-dressed and muscular, and tough. Sort of like body builders in a way, but it seemed like the more control a girl had in her relationship, the more she was willing to go for it.
But she wasn't like that. she was her. she was just the best friend you could have. The best girlfriend you could have. The best daughter, the wife, the sister.
Anyone could tell just by looking at her.
him?
he's the most controlling, arrogant, offensive, angry, emotional guy anyone could ever meet.
It wasn't like he was trying to insult himself. he wasn't like that. he was just... Telling it like it was.
he and her had been together for almost a year now... But he couldn't help but ask himself as he held her everyday...
Why did she choose him..?
Sometimes he felt like it was worth changing, if he could get her to admit that there was someone else she'd rather be with. he knew that, if there was, it would make him miserable, but it seemed worth knowing.
Because he wanted answers.
It was a wonderful night as always.
He entered through the patio door, sighed and began to remove his coat, and that bothersome tie... He'd never been able to restrain himself for longer than was necessary. And then he'd put on a fake stony face and ask in a Fred Flintstone voice where his dinner was, and then she'd laugh and they'd kiss each other before sitting down together to relax.
That's how it was every night. As always, as preferred.
But the air seemed more still upon his entrance tonight, and he knew that his girlfriend would be asking questions. Hopefully there was nothing that seemed to trace him to a mistress; after all, there was none, but he was sure it would be some type of fun for an anonymous person to ruin his life with the young woman he loved.
But he tried to simmer the boiling atmosphere by acting as he always did. And she laughed, and she hugged and kissed him in welcome. It was their custom. And they wouldn't give it up just because she may have wanted to talk to him about something.
They were on the couch and she was ruffling his hair when he asked it.
".....why did you want to be with me?"
There was a snort. she was willing to laugh his question off..?
"That's pretty stupid of you. You know why I chose to be with you. I love you."
"Yeah, I've always known that... But... Why..?"
There was a moment of silence.
"Because, there's just no one else like you. And no one more perfect for me."
"But I'm not, and I'm never going to be--! Sometimes I think that... That maybe... Don't you wonder what would happen if you went off with another guy? I mean, if you life turned out better with him, rather than when you're here with me..?"
she stopped brushing her hands through his hair and stared at the wall across from them. It seemed like she was trying to explain something impossible, and she couldn't help wondering why it would take so long, or knowing that it was her fault that she was trying so hard to come up with an answer that would please him.
"You don't have to live up to the world's standards of perfection for me to think that you're... Perfect. When I said that, I meant that you couldn't work any better with me. You're such a lovable person, even though sometimes you're kinda hard to deal with..." She let out a small laugh, "But it doesn't matter because there's nothing about you that I can't love. Your vigor, your personality, your... immaturity, your belief in what's right, your physical relationships with those around you..." There was another laugh, "What's not to love?"
"You mean...You like me this way? Do you really..?"
"Yea." She seemed to know the answer to his question without him asking it, "You're perfectly imperfect, and I love you for that."
They smiled as she sat up and hugged onto him, clutching him like a porcelain doll she was afraid she'd drop if she let go.
He made a mock-gagging noise, "Ugh... Air..! I need air..!" She let go and slapped him lightly on the shoulder, and then she leaned back against him again and smiled at the ceiling above her.
She loved him because he was..perfectly imperfect. He doesn't think he could get much better than that.
(lol. a bit sappy but yeah..)
He stares at her, the way she moves her hands through her lips when she's thinking, the way her lips curl up to a smile when she figures out something. He was breathless.
why did she choose him..?
He was so violent sometimes, arrogant. Disturbing. Perverted. He wasn't perfect, but something about her made her close to him. And yet, with all of those negative qualities...
she still chose him.
Sometimes his naivety took her breath away.
She loved him. She really, truly, absolutely loved him. Without a doubt. What he did doubt all of those years was whether or not she loved him, as well. But now he knew that she did. he'd known for awhile. That's why they were living together.
That's why they were going to go to the restaurant where they had their first date next week, in order to celebrate their anniversary.
But all of that seemed to bring the question back to his mind.
Why did he choose her when she could have had anyone? she was so beautiful, and kind hearted, and careful, and popular, and funny. Like the perfect girl.
He wasn't perfect; but he was still a hell of a lot better than her.
There were plenty of guys out there who'd give almost anything just to hold her hand, and they were all handsome, tall, well-dressed and muscular, and tough. Sort of like body builders in a way, but it seemed like the more control a girl had in her relationship, the more she was willing to go for it.
But she wasn't like that. she was her. she was just the best friend you could have. The best girlfriend you could have. The best daughter, the wife, the sister.
Anyone could tell just by looking at her.
him?
he's the most controlling, arrogant, offensive, angry, emotional guy anyone could ever meet.
It wasn't like he was trying to insult himself. he wasn't like that. he was just... Telling it like it was.
he and her had been together for almost a year now... But he couldn't help but ask himself as he held her everyday...
Why did she choose him..?
Sometimes he felt like it was worth changing, if he could get her to admit that there was someone else she'd rather be with. he knew that, if there was, it would make him miserable, but it seemed worth knowing.
Because he wanted answers.
It was a wonderful night as always.
He entered through the patio door, sighed and began to remove his coat, and that bothersome tie... He'd never been able to restrain himself for longer than was necessary. And then he'd put on a fake stony face and ask in a Fred Flintstone voice where his dinner was, and then she'd laugh and they'd kiss each other before sitting down together to relax.
That's how it was every night. As always, as preferred.
But the air seemed more still upon his entrance tonight, and he knew that his girlfriend would be asking questions. Hopefully there was nothing that seemed to trace him to a mistress; after all, there was none, but he was sure it would be some type of fun for an anonymous person to ruin his life with the young woman he loved.
But he tried to simmer the boiling atmosphere by acting as he always did. And she laughed, and she hugged and kissed him in welcome. It was their custom. And they wouldn't give it up just because she may have wanted to talk to him about something.
They were on the couch and she was ruffling his hair when he asked it.
".....why did you want to be with me?"
There was a snort. she was willing to laugh his question off..?
"That's pretty stupid of you. You know why I chose to be with you. I love you."
"Yeah, I've always known that... But... Why..?"
There was a moment of silence.
"Because, there's just no one else like you. And no one more perfect for me."
"But I'm not, and I'm never going to be--! Sometimes I think that... That maybe... Don't you wonder what would happen if you went off with another guy? I mean, if you life turned out better with him, rather than when you're here with me..?"
she stopped brushing her hands through his hair and stared at the wall across from them. It seemed like she was trying to explain something impossible, and she couldn't help wondering why it would take so long, or knowing that it was her fault that she was trying so hard to come up with an answer that would please him.
"You don't have to live up to the world's standards of perfection for me to think that you're... Perfect. When I said that, I meant that you couldn't work any better with me. You're such a lovable person, even though sometimes you're kinda hard to deal with..." She let out a small laugh, "But it doesn't matter because there's nothing about you that I can't love. Your vigor, your personality, your... immaturity, your belief in what's right, your physical relationships with those around you..." There was another laugh, "What's not to love?"
"You mean...You like me this way? Do you really..?"
"Yea." She seemed to know the answer to his question without him asking it, "You're perfectly imperfect, and I love you for that."
They smiled as she sat up and hugged onto him, clutching him like a porcelain doll she was afraid she'd drop if she let go.
He made a mock-gagging noise, "Ugh... Air..! I need air..!" She let go and slapped him lightly on the shoulder, and then she leaned back against him again and smiled at the ceiling above her.
She loved him because he was..perfectly imperfect. He doesn't think he could get much better than that.
(lol. a bit sappy but yeah..)
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
The walking dead
Oh man! D: got me so hooked up on it.. can't wait to have season 2 finished.
If something does happen in real life.. you know, like Nuclear powerplant or what ever the cause may be to have the dead walk, please don't let them know that they can run or don't allow it! ._. Because I know if they start running at me or whoever is with me.. I'll be lagging behind and beforeI know it my lungs will give up on me and I'll be the first one to die in the group.. xD!
If something does happen in real life.. you know, like Nuclear powerplant or what ever the cause may be to have the dead walk, please don't let them know that they can run or don't allow it! ._. Because I know if they start running at me or whoever is with me.. I'll be lagging behind and beforeI know it my lungs will give up on me and I'll be the first one to die in the group.. xD!
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Hello,
New Year huh? "Yay! Change."
I'm not going to expect anything.. 2012, you'll be crazy just as the others were. Just don't get too crazy. Be good to other people and let them get what they need to "change"
New Years resolution:
Drink less
Smoke less
Get back into shape
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yeah..
I'm not going to expect anything.. 2012, you'll be crazy just as the others were. Just don't get too crazy. Be good to other people and let them get what they need to "change"
New Years resolution:
Drink less
Smoke less
Get back into shape
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yeah..
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