... And I'll Give It Back

I saw him. Him. The person with whom I want to spend the rest of my life. He is in love with me too. Like Romeo and Juliet, we would die for each other in a heartbeat.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

My love as deep; the more I give to thee,

The more I have, for both are infinite.

This is how I feel every time I look into his soft amber eyes. Everything looks more beautiful reflected in them. I want to look into those eyes and see that love every morning from this day forward. For now and always. Forever.

I love him.

I Lost my Breath...

I saw her. I saw that face that I have been staring at for a full year now. I love her. It was our anniversary the previous Saturday. It was perfection, just as she is. Before this entire event I told her a dream. In this dream, her and I went on a pic-nic; it was such a happy time. When I arrived at her home she took me on a similar trip. It was far better than the dream. Indeed, for that day, that moment the world was at peace. I love her, and she loves me. What more do I need? My angel is my world. I want my life to be a huge part of her's. I want our lives to be one. This anniversary was what I hoped it would be, what it should be: a declaration of love for one another.

erm.... hello.

Hello everyone.
I was invited to write on this blog as an author by the current, original author: the love of my life.
I'm not really sure what I should say, seeing as this isn't my blog or anything, but I figure I should ask: anything I ought to write about?

This weekend was pretty amazing. I spent it with my angel, and no doubt he will write about it too. Wait on the details.

I love him soo so so much.

He is:
amazing beautiful cute adorable lovable loving a gift my life my heart my soul my world my everything.
♥♥♥

Too Much Time on My Hands

Dude, I have so much crap to do. I am a very busy high school student. I have to volunteer Wednesday and Friday, I have finals all this week and next (I have to study), I have to write an admission exam to get into an AP class, and I am visiting my love this weekend. On top of all that, I have three books I've been dying to read and a guitar I'd love to pick up, but I've been so tired from all this stuff. Next year, I'm going to have a job too. Jesus H. Christ, that's a lot. Oh, and my teachers are late on some of the criteria, so they're still giving us tests outside of finals. A break would be nice. I hope that if my love is reading this she knows she is no trouble; she is a privilege. i don't just see her for her; i see her for me too. Alright, I got to go. That's a sucky way to end this. Bye.

It's Just the Way it Is

I'm sorry, but everything is screwed. I didn't plan it this way it just is. People fall in love with people they will never see. People are taken away from their love. Parents are abusing their kids. Meanwhile, the Earth is slowly coming to an end. Oh, how joyous. Although things suck, it is all perfect when I'm with my friends. We are happy, we are close, we are family. I'd like to thank them for that. I'd also like to apologize for everyone, including them, who is faced with adversity or some other bullshit. It's life. It happens. Just try to ride it out with people you love; things won't seem as bad. Trust me. Good luck, find your friends and hang. Run to them whenever you need their help. It is all you can do. Things may not go away, but they seem nonexistent for those couple of hours. I love you guys. you keep me fuckin' alive.

A Working Class Hero

Why is it that people always expect far too much of others? I have an incredibly intelligent honor roll friend. She works her ass off. She studies, she goes to a gifted school, and success is knocking at her door. Yet, her family always seems to think she is lazy. What? She already has more than an hour of homework every night, and she stays after school for clubs. Her family has decided that she is not finishing her homework, and she should study for an hour on top of the homework. Hello, honor roll student!! She does her homework. The least they could do is ask her about her school work, not go off assuming things. It's really annoying; cut the poor girl some slack. She's a hard-working, brilliant person. I wish people would just give her the praise she deserves. God, allocate some time just to tell her how great she is; she deserves it. I'll always cheer her on. I'm her biggest fan. Ther is a reason she is my hero.I hope I can be as adroit as her one day. The way she just does it all perfect is really quite shocking. If you are reading this, my dear, I'm very proud of you. I always will be.

I Can Write Too

I bet you all knew this was coming. Today, is the day I bring up my musicianship, and then some record company will take notice blah, blah, blah. let's get one thing straight, I'm not plugging anything. I'm writing about what I know. In this case, music. So, if you know who I am you know I'm a guitar player. All I want is to perform in front of some people with band mates I like. No fame, no money; I just want to make some music with friends. But, I cannot find a band, and my friends who want to start are beginners. Sorry, guys. I don't mean to hurt your feelings. One friend asked me if we actually got a band started would we do original material. Yeah. I can write music. I've just started to write original works and I've got two songs. I just want the members feelings. Plus, I cannot write lyrics. Poetry is easy, song lyrics not really. Just saying, I will musical theorize all you want, just give me some feedback, and some lyrical aid.

Dreams Can Come True

I had a dream during the weekend with my angel. It was different. My dreams are usually a rush of fear, horror, sex, and sometimes all three.The point being, my dreams never make sense. The way I fell into the dream was even very strange. I remember seeing her gorgeous face then nothing. I open my eyes and I'm in a small white house. I am worried. "Where could I be?" Then I heard it: the most beautiful noise in the world, her voice.
"Did you fall asleep, baby?" she asked. I'm in her arms. It is just me and her. We look much older than we were. I'd say early twenty's. But we are still clad in Guitar Hero and Dragon pajamas. I reply,
"Yeah, sorry. What are we watching?"
"We're watching--"
"Want some food?"
"Vegan?"
"What else?"
I walk into the familiar kitchen. At first I'm shocked. "How do I know the way?" Then I realize the house isn't very big. "Where are the plates?" I ask.
"In the pantry, silly baby."
"Oh, duh."
I continue to make her the simple dish of tofu origin. I get back to the couch and hand her the food. We sit there eating the food in one another's arms. I ask for a kiss, she leans close, and it feels so real. I open my eyes to a dark room. There is my baby, leaning over me kissing me. I kiss her back, and hope, "Please, may my life be just like that as I grow older."

When It's Over I'll Still Be Waiting

Recently, I have heard a story form my grandfather. Kiddies, it's a good idea to listen to what your grandparents have to say. Parents, however, should just be tuned out. He looked at me and just brought up his love life. His sad, pessimistic love life. I guess he figured I should hear love experiences from someone who is in a right state of mind. You see, my parents love each other a hell of a lot. What's odd is that they love each other despite the abuse: my mom broke my dad's nose twice (among other things), and my dad beats my mom. I don't get it; I think it's fucking stupid. So, I'm sitting on the couch and out come these stories of heartbreak. He said that he only loved three women; it would've been four, but "my grandmother's mean". One tale of love and loss really hit me. I guess you want to hear it. When my grandfather was enlisting in the Navy he was in love with this rich southern bell. My grandfather, not being born with the silver spoon gracing his gums, was disliked by the family. He figured they had a right not to like him: he's poor and in the military. Then it happened: he was sent of to a naval base. This never even dented his love for the woman. He wrote to her everyday, and she always wrote back. One day, he received a letter. The letter stated that rumors of his unfaithfulness had been spread. The woman did not trust him anymore; she left him. My grandfather was broken. A few months later he received another letter. It was one of apology; the woman realized she should have talked to him first. She wanted to get back together. My grandfather never wrote back. He figured she was too good, too rich, and too sweet for him. They never spoke again. He told me that he was going to marry her. He didn't really have an interesting way though. He began to ask me about my angel. He asked about marriage. Before I could reply he smiled and laughed, "You'll probably find an interesting way to make the big mistake."

I Hope You Had The time of Your Life

I do not wish to brag readers, but I had one of the happiest times of my life this past weekend. It was spent with my dearest love, no doubt. She has a way of making everything perfect just by being there; it's quite uncanny. The highlight of the weekend was watching the tear-invoking Notebook. If you have ever seen The Notebook you know what I mean. Me, always being the sensitive person I am, cried multiple times. The third time was when she took notice. So, we both lie there crying; holding one another. Then we laugh. The two of us laughed and cried for about ten minutes. We're crazy; I know. Succeeding that things got a little more...interesting: we decided to eat a few strawberries. Sweet, delicious, strawberries. Obviously, this wasn't the traditional eating of strawberries: there were two ways to eat them. One way was out of the other's mouth this was done with the tongue. The other was biting the strawberry the other held. I love strawberries. This helped me realize I take huge bites of them though. Apparently, I can fit a lot in my mouth. Once our appetites were temporarily settled and we were tired of eating the passion fruits, we continued the movie. I won't give away the ending, but I will say that it hit both of us like a brick in the head. I was watching the movie when I hear a small noise. My angel was crying. Immediately my tear ducts began to leak my liquid sorrow. The movie was so sad, but her crying is incomparable to anything. We sat there holding one another once more, attempting to suppress our sonorous wails. that was such a tender moment. I can't even cry in front of my family like that. That was not all that happened that weekend; it was just a highlight for me. How can you worry that you and your loved one will separate when moments like that happen? That is a memory I had to share. I hope whoever you are with or will be with makes you as happy as she makes me. Mon ange, tu es perfecte.

Only Minutes to Wait

I am currently at school. Honestly, it feels more like prison. I know everybody dislikes school (nobody hates), but it is currently keeping me away from the love of my life. I've been waiting weeks to see this angel. Any description I could give would never come close to the beauty she posses. She is perfect for me. I feel safe and comfortable with her. Anyway, I'm very impatient. I have not been able to talk to her, which is truly a nightmare. That's right boys, I like to talk with my lover. You know why? She's not just my lover; she's my best friend. All I want is to get home, make myself look pretty, and drive that 70 miles to her house. I'm going to try to find something to distract me. Remember boys and girls, treasure your love; it does not just happen every day. I'll see you soon, baby.

Desire

Uh, lately I've been having a little problem. Lately, I have been very wanting. I want a kiss. I desire this kiss with such ardent feeling it is all I think about. Sadly, I think the recipient of this kiss wants it less than I do. Is that weird? I just want to give it to her so bad. I cannot focus. This desire for said kiss has even pervaded my dreams. Every night the same thing: she is there, I grab her, and I give her what has been stored up inside me for days. She wants this too. She wants me to give it to her. She is excited over what I present. Better yet, what I promise. Once I press my lips to her's we will both be so relieved. We will hear each other loud in each other's ears. A kiss is such a great thing. I love to kiss her, and I always love her reaction: a tremble, heavy breathing, it's such a rush. I'm in love with you, angel. Just a little longer. The wait makes it all the better.