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Ok i stole this from my boyfriends journal but i wanted to put it up too because well, it's about us. this is in fact a true story about us. i know it's alittle hard to read but i think he's an awesome writer. bare with me heart it's a real story about true love....
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If you?re not leaving for the night, I?ll have to ask you to remain in this area.
That?s fine. (I hold her hand in mine. she is my puppet, without a will of her own.)
What did you say? (A string pulled)
You?re not Tony. (The severity of the situation had been previously realized, yet only now could the effects be felt, a head hung in defeat.)
What?s wrong? (no more than five words from her lips and yet I know I?ve lost.)
Do you know who you are? (a more pathetic question I cannot fathom.)
Umm yeah?
You sure you?re okay? (Attack failed, fall back and regroup! Attack squadron organize and move out!)
Who is your boyfriend? (Bravo 1 this is delta 4 we have touch down.)
Tony.
No, he isn?t. (A slight shake of the head, moving into uncharted territory.)
Yes he is! (This won?t be easy.)
Of course he is. (A solemn shake once more.)
I thought you were nicer than that. (Captain! Enemy battalions have mobilized!)
Tony isn?t going to be happy when he finds out you were touching me!? (Hold strong, simple reasoning.)
You aren?t just call Tony, you aren?t together. (The slight spark in her voice dies.)
I can?t, I?m not supposed to be here . . . (Taken upper hand, capitalize!)
Why not?
I didn?t want Tony to come, I was supposed to be here with Andrew but he stood me up. (Here with another guy? I think I feel sorry for Tony.)
If Tony finds out he?ll hit me. (Or not, that was fast. )
I?m going to find Sarai! (False hope, if only it were that simple.)
You won?t find her in there. (An air of stubbornness encompassing her.)
And why not?
She isn?t here. (This may be simple after all.)
Of course she is, I saw her. (This should end it all, there is no greater influence than Sarai!)
Sarai moved to Texas last month, you can call her though, she?ll tell you everything. (A simple phone call to end it all.)
No. (screwed . . . utterly screwed.)
why won?t you just go get your phone? Here you can just use mi- (that?s it!)
What year is it? (Time! Date! I have a multitude of high cards in those suits!)
2004 (No problem! This one?s already over!)
It?s 05 now; just take a look at my phone. (I?ve got you now!)
You changed the date. (Ironically enough, the time and date cannot be changed manually.)
Look at this picture! Its you! (she can?t deny that one!)
I?ve never seen that jacket before?
Exactly, because you bought it this year! (I can already see it in her eyes, failure. It takes true stubbornness to blatantly ignore evidence.)
Wait! The ticket, see Christmas Ball 05! right there. (Hope at last!)
Misprint. (She?s worth it, remember you love her, don?t get discouraged . . .)
Silence ensues as the cold December wind picks up, to preoccupied to think warm thoughts. A body shivers in the breeze.
Look. You?re cold, let?s go back inside. (Kindness in the face of a predator? That?s my girl, its not likely that even she understands herself.)
No, this is important. (Her warmth, I need it, I must have it . . . so cold.)
Look you?re really cold-
No! It isn?t important. (Can?t concentrate like this, that warmth, so close; I?ve lost, there is no hope . . .)
A soft sound floats on the breeze so cold, a melody that warms the heart, am I hearing things? No! It?s her!
Hum louder! (Shocked yet not frightened.)
But I don?t even know what it is . . . (This is it, last ditch effort!)
I don?t care, it?s stuck in your head I know it is, just hum!? (That sweet sound like such magic to frozen ears.
Deep in your smile I see the world seeing me. I?m free to be free, to be what I be. (Confusion sets into her eyes, yet the words now freely flow from their lips together.)
When my hearts aching and is shallow on love: I gaze to the doves and I find it above. (The sound returns to nothing but the breeze.)
Why do you know whats in my head? (Simple.)
Because, I put it there. (Realization.)
I?m really not with Tony am I? (Light breaking through the surface.)
No, you aren?t, and so, if you?d please . . . (Almost without hesitation.)
Well if I?m not with Tony, I guess it is okay. (A warm embrace forcing the cold from a body reaching equilibrium. )
to be continued....
well thats all (for now), let him know (Ananda the Acursed Monk) what you think and if you want the rest feel free to ask him under his journal... or me, and i'll tell him
<3 Enecko and Ananda
 Enecko · Thu Jul 13, 2006 @ 11:26pm · 0 Comments |
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