Free-thinkers will appreciate this. The non-existant logic of love, and that discovery.
She never knew it would get this far. The ideas they both shared were parellel but on different planes(mathmatically speaking); they were living different lives. She, herself, was searching for acceptance from her peers and her family but most of all herself; for loving herself would be the biggest challenge of all.
He was just trying to find stability; in his family, his job, and working on a dream. It was always about dreams; always dreaming. He would close his eyes and think of a family, of children, of LIFE. He didnt necessarly want to grow older but just to feel his age -- Maraige wasnt uncommon in his thoughts.
At the same time miles away her eyes were shut with daydreams of happiness; since it seemed so complicated to get it and keep it. She dreamed of true love, the kind in movies only more realistic. She wanted, unlike him, to grow up and forget her age ever exisited.
But as most storied and most destinies would show, the paths crossed, somehow -- It seemed so impossible that two planes could find a way to intersect. Any mathmatical genious could argue the logic, but love has no logic; which causes the genious in the white padded room to constantly question his being.
When these two lives crashed it was though impossible to tell that they would come so far. She, with her ever loving and ever giving spirit and him, with his trust problems and giving nature; though it seems two givers could never accept acceptance of the opposite giver -- which made it work.
That empty hole she once had from giving so much and never expecting anything back; little chips of her heart would fall on the ground with no regard tp pick them up as they got swept away into the storm drain. And him, oh he felt it too. The feeling that there is somehow a curse bestowed upon him to never ever accept happiness.
The learning experience then came into play.For as they discovered eachothers greatest faults and weaknesses and discovered eachothers greatest quirks and talents, it seemed little time before sparks would fly. Which leads to here-- the moment in which they as one meet. They are, in a state as though they have met for the first time, but that is not true. It was just they were alone for the first time with new found emotions. He touched her face to check the reality of the situation; he was such a realist. She accepted his hand knowing her face would show red and give him the answer, "yes, you can kiss me."
It seemed as though this moment could not be described in its fullest. The feeling of his breath, and though breathing life into her and vise versa. They were living for the first time in a long time. It was thrilling, it was risky and completly shocking for the both of them.
But as the last breath was passed they both paused breifly to realize the situation. His lips did just touch hers, yes her tounge just did massage his. It seemed like not only were the planes no longer planes, they were meshed and intersecting and winding. Winding in ways like the thoughts running through his head. Winding like the way she wished her legs would be around his. Winding though they thought in unioson -- this was something incredible.
She dreamed from days on in that forever she would wait for the one who taught her self acceptance. He would hold out for the girl whom he could 'trust' finally. They talked about possiblitlies and about moments that could happen, should happen, and WILL happen. It seemed though she wanted nothing more to grow up and be in his arms and wanted nothing more to just make her happy for the rest of their lives.
It was then the birth of the most beautiful thing. For she then accepted love into her heart and he, he will once he realized she is not on another plane, another parrelell, another line; she is and always will forever be on the same line, regardless.
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