I was right. I was wrong. I’ve fallen victim of this arrow tip. I’ve always wondered what it was like to get shot by Cupid. Weird comparison. Weird feelings. Weird situation. Better weird than boring, I like this new weird. Forget the scale of 10’s. This new weird involves a new scale. Percentage. Your percentage started long before my time, but mine rose higher in less. Is higher the best? Simply, yes. Baby, I miss you right now. I love you right now. 105/100%. “I lov…miss you!” is what you said. Laughing hard I did not know you meant it. You wanted me to say it. Sorry baby. I did mean it though on Sunday. Love equals an extremely meaningful word, especially for just one syllable. If my chest did not feel this pressure of excitement I would not have said I love you. Heart is located in the chest. Love equals heart. Therefore, heart equals love. You mentioned last night how you liked my heart beat pressed up onto yours. I like it too. Ever since December 9th I have not had the ability to keep my lips from yours. But neither can you. Nor can I keep my mind from you. Last night I saw you in my dreams and now I cannot wait to go to sleep. Oh, you did what you were welcome to. I was right again that I was wrong. If someone were to ask what I want for this Christmas I would tell them I already got it. The only way it would be better would be to hold you in my arms all day. Watch a movie. Well, attempt it. I want to take you anywhere you want. If it exists I want to take you to both ends of a Rainbow. It exists now. As of now we haven’t talked since 3 AM. Call me now. I’m tired of remembering your voice from memory. Rainbow…Let’s walk into the street in the midst of the rain. Kiss. The rain will turn to snow. I’ll take you to each end of the bow. Someday We’ll Know if the captain of the Titanic cried. Someday I’ll buy us a ticket to the end of the rainbow even if it’s 90 miles outside Chicago. Back to touch. Back to love. Back to us. Back to school, so I can see you everyday. But I cannot complain. I cannot complain because I cannot see pain. I see pain when we are apart. Kiss me so I can shut up. Mwuah.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Pause, Rewind, Re-Record
I was right. I was wrong. I’ve fallen victim of this arrow tip. I’ve always wondered what it was like to get shot by Cupid. Weird comparison. Weird feelings. Weird situation. Better weird than boring, I like this new weird. Forget the scale of 10’s. This new weird involves a new scale. Percentage. Your percentage started long before my time, but mine rose higher in less. Is higher the best? Simply, yes. Baby, I miss you right now. I love you right now. 105/100%. “I lov…miss you!” is what you said. Laughing hard I did not know you meant it. You wanted me to say it. Sorry baby. I did mean it though on Sunday. Love equals an extremely meaningful word, especially for just one syllable. If my chest did not feel this pressure of excitement I would not have said I love you. Heart is located in the chest. Love equals heart. Therefore, heart equals love. You mentioned last night how you liked my heart beat pressed up onto yours. I like it too. Ever since December 9th I have not had the ability to keep my lips from yours. But neither can you. Nor can I keep my mind from you. Last night I saw you in my dreams and now I cannot wait to go to sleep. Oh, you did what you were welcome to. I was right again that I was wrong. If someone were to ask what I want for this Christmas I would tell them I already got it. The only way it would be better would be to hold you in my arms all day. Watch a movie. Well, attempt it. I want to take you anywhere you want. If it exists I want to take you to both ends of a Rainbow. It exists now. As of now we haven’t talked since 3 AM. Call me now. I’m tired of remembering your voice from memory. Rainbow…Let’s walk into the street in the midst of the rain. Kiss. The rain will turn to snow. I’ll take you to each end of the bow. Someday We’ll Know if the captain of the Titanic cried. Someday I’ll buy us a ticket to the end of the rainbow even if it’s 90 miles outside Chicago. Back to touch. Back to love. Back to us. Back to school, so I can see you everyday. But I cannot complain. I cannot complain because I cannot see pain. I see pain when we are apart. Kiss me so I can shut up. Mwuah.
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Interesting read to say the least
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