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love in blue
Dec. 5th, 2008 11:56 amWe're long overdue.
I've heard myself say that so many times that I've already started to believe that we should have been lovers even before we were born. Or to put it in a more appropriate sense, I have already started to believe that we were already lovers even before we were born.
The thought only started to sink in after I showed you my post-monthsary present. It was amusing - you were like a child presented with her first toy. Behind my sheepish smiles, I knew right then and there that I'll do anything and everything to keep you happy with me.
Even if it means thinking out of the box every single time.
I've made the same promise to all of my ex-girlfriends before and I have always been failed miserably. Yet the thought of you trusting me with everything you have is more than enough to make me do my best to not just fulfill my promises, but also to give you what I have always believed you deserve.
True love.
Both of us have been broken - beyond repair, we used to believe. With that same situation, I think neither of us want the other to go through it again.
Remember how I used to tell you how much I wanted to reach heaven no matter how evil I actually am? Devils don't fly. We patiently climb every single mountain we can find, hoping it will be high enough to let us reach up and touch even an inch of the gates of heaven. Being the damned, we stand on tiptoe way too much that upon feeling the gates at our fingertips, we lose our balance and fall, right back down to the bottom of the cliff, where the rocks await to crush us.
All of my previous relationships were like that. They let me taste heaven, yet when they knew that I have enough leverage to pull myself up and plant my feet on the much longed for paradise, they step on my fingers and watch me drop.
But you didn't want it to happen to me again.
You patiently watched as she crushed my fingers. You held yourself back from stopping her when she stabbed every part of me that was within her reach. When she finally succeeded, you couldn't bear the thought of knowing I will get crushed again by the mercifully agonizing pit of despair.
You raced outside the gates and took flight to catch me.
Never again, you said.
And I took it as a promise. A vow. Something I know that you will never break.
Tears were trickling down my cheek as I typed the previous paragraphs. I am so overwhelmed by this happiness within me that I can only cry.
I love you, plushie.
I've heard myself say that so many times that I've already started to believe that we should have been lovers even before we were born. Or to put it in a more appropriate sense, I have already started to believe that we were already lovers even before we were born.
The thought only started to sink in after I showed you my post-monthsary present. It was amusing - you were like a child presented with her first toy. Behind my sheepish smiles, I knew right then and there that I'll do anything and everything to keep you happy with me.
Even if it means thinking out of the box every single time.
I've made the same promise to all of my ex-girlfriends before and I have always been failed miserably. Yet the thought of you trusting me with everything you have is more than enough to make me do my best to not just fulfill my promises, but also to give you what I have always believed you deserve.
True love.
Both of us have been broken - beyond repair, we used to believe. With that same situation, I think neither of us want the other to go through it again.
Remember how I used to tell you how much I wanted to reach heaven no matter how evil I actually am? Devils don't fly. We patiently climb every single mountain we can find, hoping it will be high enough to let us reach up and touch even an inch of the gates of heaven. Being the damned, we stand on tiptoe way too much that upon feeling the gates at our fingertips, we lose our balance and fall, right back down to the bottom of the cliff, where the rocks await to crush us.
All of my previous relationships were like that. They let me taste heaven, yet when they knew that I have enough leverage to pull myself up and plant my feet on the much longed for paradise, they step on my fingers and watch me drop.
But you didn't want it to happen to me again.
You patiently watched as she crushed my fingers. You held yourself back from stopping her when she stabbed every part of me that was within her reach. When she finally succeeded, you couldn't bear the thought of knowing I will get crushed again by the mercifully agonizing pit of despair.
You raced outside the gates and took flight to catch me.
Never again, you said.
And I took it as a promise. A vow. Something I know that you will never break.
Tears were trickling down my cheek as I typed the previous paragraphs. I am so overwhelmed by this happiness within me that I can only cry.
I love you, plushie.
