Realization At Its Finest--
He looks at me as though somehow my eyes hold this secret he has been wanting to hear all his life. he intently listens with his eyes studying every morcal of my being like i am something that is not from where the typical female bores. For he looks at me like i am surly created to make him happy, and in my mind, front center and aware, i know he knows my reasoning. The reason why his lips are the only thing i want to feel, for if i ever ran out of food i am sure his tender lips would posses me with more nutrients then all the fruit and vegitables in the world. The reason why his touch and warmth could alow me to walk bare along the ice and snow of the coldest winter. The reason why his words are music to my ears, but on a different soundwave then normal hearing for it subliminally speaks all the time through tones. I want to be touched it says, i want to be kissed. And like a soldier i obey commands but with the whole heartedness of a widow desperatly doing anything so that her beloved soul mate to awaken from that grave. The love. that ever lasting kind. The kind that keeps you awake at night but kisses you, silently, as you lay your head into that pillow that speaks his name. he laughes and you melt inside for even if hes laughing at something silly you did, you smile for you made him happy, you effected him someway. And he knows, that he is my main influence.. the new reason I wake up in the morning, the thing that drives me to keep my eyes open for a hot july day that will change lives. He changed mine. Self acceptance, I dont take much anymore from those self involved men who are, just men, and cannot help the ways their brains are programmed and see nothing wrong in hitting on a girl because she was programmed to be hot therefore it works; somehow. But he, perfectly aware that the trees whisper my name, completly open to the idea that the moon shines upon him and creating a shadow that says 'take her as your own -- dont be afraid, this is everything youve wanted, yet you hesitate.' but in a situation like his, hesitation is necessary for the bad could be greater than the good. but as all good comic books state, as every story every movie every song can prove that good, that love, that happiness always overpowers; why? because it is stronger. Its once been read that it is 10x harder on your muscles to frown then smile... i argue that the smile is stronger though.. Once you get to being happy its that you work hard for it therefore once acheived -- dare i say invincablity. For i, as many others have wished for the ability to stop time; not move it forward or back just.. pause. To soak in the way the trees are just blooming and the air was crisp cold and wet with springtime rain, how the drops ran down his face as he peered into my soul seeing a future while i was contently frozen in the now. Stopping time to realize that a higher being has answered my prayer though now confusing because of his possesion of the quality of this greater being. The one to save me, i scream somebody save me... and just like a hero he appears there at my window with 3 blue roses. One for the past he says with many thorns just blossoming, one for the now an average rose that glows blue for the color of your eyes he says, and this biggest one i have cut the thorns from for this shall be our future -- and just as i was swept away by the temptation of his lips i blinked and realized i was only there, head buried in pillow and a loud peircing scream of my alarm clock. I then realized my being, my sleeping, my dreaming and how it was only a dream, for maybe his thoughts would never catch up with mine. And as i reach for the device that has held such secrets and stepping stones, i open it to find a message from my love. Goodmorning beautiful it stated with a heart. Then i suddenly realized, i am living the dream.
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Took me by surprise at the end! Loved this one!