The wind that blows gives most people peace; my peace comes from within you. I feel things with you that no one should ever have to go without feeling. It's a true gift in so many aspects of true love and even in life...things that most don't feel, I feel with you every second of the day.

I've never been one that cared much for a sunrise; it was always the sunset that captured my eye...now I wait for the light to illuminate the curves of your figure to be forever burned into my mind.

All that I'm left waiting for is the day that we become joined together as one. The days that we share each encounter with our eyes, hands and the rest of our bodies...this will leave me wanting to explore every inch of you always feeling as if it's the first time.

I want to share the deepest parts of me, the parts that I haven't shared with anyone else. I want to feel all the things that I haven't let myself feel because it's never been real...its real with you. I don't have to wonder if you are going to see me different after I tell you something. I don't worry about what you are doing when I'm not around; I've never had that kind of trust before.

I've never found comfort in someone calling me an asshole. I'll never hear silence the same way. I've never felt comfort in the sound of someone's breathing. I will never have the need to memorize anyone else's curves like I do yours. I'll never see my soul in someone else. I see myself in you...with you.

Somehow I have found a reason for everything with you. With all the things that have come our way, we always managed to overcome it somehow...we work through everything that would rip some apart. I've never had a reason to want to be better than I am. I've always thought people should accept me for who I am, but I've never been able to be myself with anyone other than you...and I want to be better, for you and myself. I want to forget all the pain and focus on a new beginning with someone that I know I can share every small detail with. Someone I know I can trust with all my heart.

You are my reason. You are my heart and soul. Someday I hope I can show you just how much you mean to me, not only with words and actions, but with all that we both are.

 

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There’s a broken down soul in a broken down world. The falling leaves from an old oak tree that no one seems to notice as they pass by on their stroll to and from work. The times have changed in all that they are. People are too busy to take in all the small luxuries the world has to offer. The smile the old man sitting on the park bench gives as you pass by. The kids playing on the playground at the park with smiles from ear to ear as they have no cares in the world. The gentle breeze that holds your hand in the softest way, but you can’t feel it because of the modern technology that resides there. It all became his world; a world of forgotten treasures because of the busyness of life.

In those moments that he lie still in bed at night, with no other sound than her breath, that’s when the world made sense. All you ever needed was silence to show you the beauty that the world has to offer. The simple pleasures that become the unforgettable moments in a man’s life are often the things that are taken too soon. He’s left with an unsteady goodbye on a fragile heart. Her breath in form of song is all that he has left imprinted on a memory that will never fade.

A tear stained pillow substitutes what once was the greatest height of the day. His sorrow comes in all forms, but pours out in words that no one will ever read. Filling a notebook of all the things that should’ve been said and done seem to be the only way to communicate with someone lost along the twists and turns of the world. A notebook that may someday tell his story to a world that would never understand all of the thoughts and feelings that poured from his unsteady hand by a dim light. His head turns as he watches the light flickering in the window. The dog howls outside his window, almost as if he can feel the lonesome heart of his best friend. The wind blows as the leaves begin to turn and fall from their branches that have been their home for the few short months since budding.

Sometimes what’s broken can never be healed. What deserves a touch can never be felt. Hearts that need to be mended will never know the truth of what once was. Love is never enough for the people who all crave the best, but for those who know the true emotions of one great love or even one failed love, never forget the prints left on their heart. Often in life, the best things are the things that are stuck in an old box that rests in a corner of a closet. Those memories are pulled out at some distant time in the future only to be relived for a short time. Real love never dies; it just falls from its branch that used to be its home. It’ll stare up in wonderment of all the things it could’ve done different to still be connected to what once was.

 

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Sometimes the best things in life start out as something small. You start out with an occasional nod upon passing each other after weeks on the same hall at the same time. That nod eventually becomes a soft smile that turns into a smile and a simple hi. Weeks go by and you finally ask someone you know what their name is. You surprise them or scare them with the lengths you went to just to be able to say a small good morning along with their name. That simple hello turned into a good morning that eventually turned into a short chat. Before you know it, you end up getting their number and having talks that last hours that seem like minutes. You plan a lunch that turns into a dinner and somehow you’re attached at the hip within a few months. Sometimes the best things start out as something so small you never expect anything to come from it. A smile can last for a lifetime.

 

 

It all makes you cry because you don’t know what’s going to happen. You can’t see the future and even if you could, would you really want to know what lies ahead? There’s too much pain in the world for someone else to get some sick pleasure out of it, but there will always be someone standing on the corner pointing and laughing with their little friend. When does enough become enough? It isn’t just little kids that do it; you see grown men and women doing the same thing. Its one thing to wonder what happened to someone, but something completely different to judge a book by its cover. I don’t think I’ll ever understand the world we live in.

For some it’s fine to play around at work and look as long as you don’t touch, but if your husband or wife was doing it, would it really be ok? It’s fine for you to get sick and look a little ill, but if someone walked in a room with dark circles under their eyes and a little on the underweight side, are you going to think they are battling an illness or some druggie off the street? It’s all about perception. It’s all about what you see and what you don’t see or maybe it’s about what you want to see and what you fail to put with it.

I’ve been in pain almost since I was born, be it physical or emotional, it has always been there. Despite all the pain, I’d give everything for another day to be alive. I’ve beaten the odds twice now, and I’ll be damned if I give in to this. You can believe me or not, at this point I don’t care and it really doesn’t matter to me if you do or not because I’m the one living it, not you.

You’re head is held high despite the hope slipping away. Before you know it the risks only affect you because you have no ties to anything but the Earth and whatever lies beneath. You’re not grounded, nor are you looking for anyone to save you because it’s never happened before. Those chances you were too scared to take before seemingly become everything you’ve needed and the fear fades.

I won’t live my life on the safe side anymore. I’m done living in a padded cell wondering how long I have left. I’m going to take every chance I can and live every second as if it were my last. No more fears holding me back. I don’t care what my family thinks; I’m done trying to live my life to make them proud of me. I can’t be the man they want me to be and if they can’t find anything to be proud of me about in twenty-seven years then fuck them.

Marry me and I’ll fade into the ocean and become the dream you’ve never thought you wanted. Kiss me and I’ll leap to the stars to bring you back a piece of heaven that could never match the light in your eyes. If I sound corny, slap me and shy away and only speak that of what doesn’t make me sound like I am a guy in love with a girl who stole his heart away and couldn’t care less.