Best friends

The nights we stay up late talking are my favourite kind of nights; sharing everything with each other, even the things we're ashamed of and the things we thought we wouldn't tell. Sometimes it makes me so happy I can't feel it any more. Sometimes you make me scared I'll never be that happy again. But you take away the numbness and I wouldn't give that up for anything. Thanks for being my best friend ever. Thanks for staying up just in case I need to text you, even when I'm out with friends. Thanks for holding my hand when I'm so sad and stressed and overwhelmed with life. Thanks for listening to me freaking out about everything and letting me cry. I can't tell you how lost I would be without you.







Man it's been a long night
Just sitting here, trying not to look back
Still looking at the road we never drove on
And wondering if the one I chose was the right one

Realistic Expectations

Another tragically mushy blog.
I would not drive to the ends of the Earth for you. Setting aside the fact that the Earth has no end; my car is unreliable and it would probably break down a million miles from nowhere with no one to help me and no phone reception. I am more inclined to catch a commercial air flight to the nearest major city and call you to come and get me.

And I would not walk a thousand miles for you. I am terribly unfit and, due to my hatred of water, I would probably dehydrate or drop dead on the way there. But I would walk to your house on a hot day just so we can lie in the park together.

I would not move a mountain for you. The Earth’s tectonics are not to be messed with, particularly by an individual, and if you asked me to, I would probably think you’d gone mad. Perhaps I would move a small mound of dirt or something, if I had a wheelbarrow.

I would not catch a star for you. First of all, stars are not moving, and those that appear to be are actually meteoroids. Second of all, stars are very hot and I would get burned. Third of all, stars are very big and I am very weak, when I’m not with you. But I wish for you on them all the time.

I would not write a song for you. You hate love songs and I have no musical talent and you tell me off when I sing. I listen to love songs and think about you, though.

I would not find the pot of gold from the end of the rainbow for you. Rainbows are just the reflection of water in raindrops and they don’t even lead anywhere. But I will give you anything material that I can. .

I would not walk through hell for you. Hell does not exist, and if it did, I would not go there, and you would not ask me to. I would walk on hot sand though, to be by your side (really hot sand, not just a little bit hot).


I guess my point is, I don't have unrealistic expectations of our relationship. I am not as naive as I used to be. I don't want to spend forever with you, or even the rest of my life. But a good 30 years would be nice ;)

Officially addicted to you

My sister just said "What the hell? So many grammar mistakes! 1980s doesn't have an apostrophe *curls up in foetal position*"
Then I asked her how to spell "curls" and "foetal"
But yeah, I've converted her to the dark side that be grammar nazis. Oh the joys we shall have.

So yeah, welcome to my first blog in too long.
In this too long period, Ebony has had her one year anniversary.
Oh how tres exciting.

And, also, I am officially addicted to letters to crushes (thank you very much Rosa!)
so yeah, since I don;t have any intelligent thoughts (ever), here are some awesome letters to crushes.

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I wish you would just say you like me and get it over with. I'm not the type to tell you how I feel first. Don't you realize I'm waiting for you to make the move? Come on, I mean, you say you can read my thoughts through my eyes, so how could you miss this? Sometimes, when we look at eachother, I think you might be thinking what I am. Then again, what do I know? I'm just another girl... Why would you choose me? We're best friends and I don't wanna ruin that relationship.. but MAN! I like you. A lot.

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& here's a toast, to attempting to get back what we never had.
To pretending you feel the same.

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when your hair is wet, you look like a shaggy dog.

it is then that i find you most beautiful.

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Boy,

Damn you look fine. I just want to reach over at lunch and touch your knee, that subtly patched fraying of your jeans.

I want to whisper you-and-me things in your ear

I want to interlock our fingers and gently sqeeze "I love you" in morse code into your palm.

Girl

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You asked me the other day if we would still be friends if you were to marry.

The mere thought of it brought me to tears. Another girl, walking down the aisle, as you look on with the devotion and love I used to think I deserved. Heartbreak worse than when I told you I loved you, and you responded with embarrassed silence. If there is one thing in this world that could destroy me, it would be sticking around long enough to see you marry another woman.

You asked me the other day if we would still be friends if you were to marry. And I said yes.

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I'm realizing there's nothing about you I can't accept.

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Go fall in love guys.
Live long, and prosper.

stress session

maybe i am pushing myself just a little too hard at the moment to get everything perfect, and to be perfect. but i feel like if i can just get things worked out into some sort of routine, the next 2 years will be a lot easier.

i like the stress. stress makes me work. i've never been the kind of person to stay up till 3am on the day an assignment's due. i'm the person to write down everything i have to do. STRESS OUTTT. and then get it done. a few days before it's due. giving me time to look over everything, and stress out over upcoming things.

that's just my system.
i think it's getting a lot of influence from work lately.
if i know im working during the week, ill do stacks of study on the weekend. if i know im woprking the weekend, ill do all my homework throughout the week. i just try to fit it all. most of the time i succeed.

of course, there is the occassional time when nothing seems to fit. or i misplace something important, or leave a book in my locker, or get called into work, and then i have small emotional breakdowns.

but ive now learned to prepare for emotional breakdowns, and give myself allocated time to have them in, should they be necessary.

and life goes on.
...life always goes on.

(since i havent allocated time for this blog, i must leave you now. but ill blog later, perhaps on the weekend. ill fit it into my schedule ;))

Awesomeness.

I'm back from my trip to Orange.
If anyone cares.
Wait, what's that? You don't? I think I might tell you anyway so :P.
Anyways, it was pretty cool, they have nice coffee and i visited (the graves of) my great-great-great-grandparents (2 sets) and introduced myself. I'm sure they'd like me if they met me.
But being a cemetary it was kinda creepy being there and seeing all these lives that once were. And animals kept moving and making noises and it FREAKED THE CRAP OUTTA ME.
But yeah, I met relatives. Yippee.

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Oh, and by the way, you must go and check out this awesomelyful blog (it's about time I introduced you guys to a website). There was a really nice post a few days ago, so I'll link you to that. *searches*
To be inspired by awesomeness, please click on me.

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And now, I rant.
Please ignore the remainder of this blog.

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It's just gotten to the point where I get hurt everytime I talk to you.
I don't really get why.
I feel like we've hit a wall.
And in order to go through it. I have to get over myself.
And that's just gonna take a little time.

See, I still have this idea that everything in my life is supposed to turn out all sugarcoated and sunshiney. And that people aren't supposed to get hurt, because that's not the way it works. I think I have to get around that idea before I can be satisfied with anything in my life.

Until then, you can just hurt me.

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I want you to know that I cried myself to sleep everynight this weekend because of you.
Because you don't understand me and I'm starting to doubt if you ever will.
I don't mean half the things I say, you know.
I'm just so confused right now, and I thought that you could understand that.
But you don't.
You never do.
And I'm not going to explain it to you.
Yes, I'm embarrassed by myself.
Shit happens.

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I'm sorry I've been a complete arsehole lately.
I've actually been an arsehole mainly to you, and I'm sorry about that.
I know you don't deserve it. No one does.
And I'm trying to figure out a way to make it up to you.
But I can't think of anything.
I'll try and work it out though.

Happy Beginnings (post 300)

"I want to make you fall in love with me everyday"
I fell in love with you again today. A fair few times, actually.

You know those days you have that are so happy, they sort of make you sad. Because you know that no matter what you do, nothing will ever be the same again. And nothing else can ever be this good. Yeah, today was one of those days. I feel sorta sad now.
Sad in a sentimental way. It's a nice sad.

And we really do make for a perfect lifestyle.
Fall in love with me again?

Let's be honest; I want you.

(Thankyou Anna for the quote)
"I don't want anyone normal, that's just boring. I want someone weird. I want someone unpredictable. I want someone who lets things slide and who loves to laugh and makes me laugh. I want someone who will be crazy about me, and isn't afraid to let everyone know it. I want him to be able to tell me to shut the hell up when I am bugging him. I want someone who challenges me, in every way. I want someone who puts up with my shit, but isn't a pushover. I want someone who pisses me off, but I can never be mad at. But perfect? That's one thing I never want. Maybe just perfect for me."

I want someone who stares into my eyes and tells me he loves me. I want someone who lets me fall asleep on him when it's late. I want someone who blocks out everyone else, but let's me in. Someone who makes me feel special. I want someone who stays awake all night to talk to me. I want someone who learns to play a song just so he can impress me. I want someone who truly thinks I am beautiful. I want someone who lets me win, but also knows how to put up a fight. I want someone who will sit at home and watch chick flicks with me, but will also make fun of every line. I want someone who will slowdance with me at a football game, but scream at the ref when he makes a bad call. I want someone who can sing along to the song in my head, but will tell me to shut up when I get too annoying. I want someone who won't let me go to class until he's kissed me. I want someone who rubs it in my face when he beats me in a test, but lets me do the same. I want someone who laughs at me for tripping over my own feet, but is willing to catch me when I fall.

I want you.

Worth every single mistake.

Hello, and welcome to June 18.
Otherwise known as Day 62. If you're weird...
I am blogging because:
a. I've been lazy lately.
b. My last blog didn't count.
c. Today is June 18.
d. I'm bored
e. I may have stuff to say.
Clearly, that's a lot of reasons.
Also, if you read this entire post, every single word, you will understand the title :L. That's right, you read it!

"Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-colour boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-colour boxes, with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself a 64-colour box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colours like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-colour boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colours of like, of feeling, or articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-colour type, I'm like "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "No - I want magenta!""
- John Mayer.

I am a gust of wind. That swooshing feeling that makes you feel all cold, and run for shelter. The one that everyone wants to get away from, and they're glad when it's gone. The loud, gushing wind that numbs your fingers and itches at your eyeballs.
I don't want to be a gust.
I used to want to be a whirlwind. You know, one of those winds that fly in and everything changes in relation to them, and when they leave, everything is noticeably different.
I've changed my mind.
I want to be a zephyr. That slight breeze that you can barely feel, in fact, sometimes you don't notice it's there. But if you look for it, you will find it, and it will always be there. Gently cooling and heating, adding that little bit to your day.
I know I'll never be a zephyr. I think I was made to be a gust. But I'd like to be a zephyr, it would be nice to be a zephyr.

I knew before I told you. I knew before I told any of them. I knew before I told myself. I knew because when I closed my eyes, I saw it. I knew because that night changed my life. Actually, I knew because it didn't. And I didn't tell them about that either. Because I can't believe that I am really that person. But I knew. Oh yeah, I knew.

I am a very strong believer in the fact that everything in life can be explained by a happysad cartoon. Or a memoir. Or an episode of NCIS/Gilmore Girls. In fact, life can be explained relatively easily. I don't know why people tell me that life is complicated. People are complicated, life is simple. Sometimes it sucks, sometimes there's nothing you can do, sometimes you can't make your own choices, but it's always simple. If our drama play has taught me anything, it's that little decisions make a difference, and maybe that changes everything. But maybe we make bigger decision that are more important. And that's all that matters.

He calmed me down. That's amazing - crippled soul
I've used that memoir on here before, but I meant it in another way. I just want to bring your attention to the fact that HE CALMED ME DOWN. Because, for me, being calm is a very rare occurance, but he did it!
Usually, when I get that way, it takes about 24 hours for me to snap out of it, and be okay. Either that or a nervous breakdown. Neither are very nice. Obviously.
Instead, he took my 24 hours and made them perfect. I don't know how, and I don't know why, I just know that that's amazing. He's amazing.

And maybe everyone in the world who feels the need to give me their opinion has a point. BUT maybe I do actually know what I'm doing. In fact, maybe, I am actually capable of running my own life, and making my own decisions. Maybe I'm capable of judging character. And maybe, just maybe, I know when I'm happy.
Because I can tell you that I have not been so happy in a really long time. I mean, look at my life. Seriously, take a look. And be very very jealous. Because yes, I dare say, it is currently perfect. Sure, we freak out about assignments all being due, and only passing English by 4%, and not having time to do everything we want to. But this is perfection. I know who I am, and more than that, I love who I am. Finally.

Lost in translation.

I am currently listening to "Rubber Ducky" by Ernie from Sesame Street.
you see, my sister's computer DOES have some good music.
Wait... I think I gave this to her...
"Hey do you want me to scrub behind your ears?"
"squeek squeek squeek"
"Oh, I see, you don't have any ears, do you?" *gay laugh*

DAMN this song is good
anyways

Hello, my name is Ebony, and I am juust a liittle bit high at the moment.
"Whoa, high, very high"
"I've been higher"
"I meant distance from the ground"
"Yeah, that too"
Ok, I'm sorry, I just love that quote. From gilmore girls. Season 5. episode: You Jump, I Jump, Jack.

Hello, my name is Ebony, and I'm dancing around my house singing rubber ducky((ernie)) and the easy way((westlife)) and far away((nickelback)), at the top of my lungs. I have developed my own little crazy walk/dance. I am slightly scared.
But I'm happy. And sure, that seems to be something I've been saying a lot lately. But in all honesty, I am happy. Sure, things get stuffed up. Perhaps more than they need to. But at the end of the day, I can smile, and say that I've achieved something. Even if it just a smile, or helping someone out (or kicking someone's arse in monopoly).

ANYWAYS!

Hello, my name is Ebony, and I get hurt a lot more easily than everyone else. Most of the time I realise I'm being an immature idiot, and I don't tell anyone that I'm hurt. But some people can tell. I won't tell them why. Like I said, I'm just being an immature idiot.

Hello, my name is Ebony, and I worry a lot more easily than everyone else. But usually, there's someone there to tell me that I'm overreacting, and that everything's going to be okay. [Thankyou for being that person].

Hello, my name is Ebony, and I smile a lot more easily than everyone else. Often there's someont there to bring me back down to Earth. To get a little weirded out by highness {height?} which makes me realise that I'm too happy. Which makes me happier. Because I appreciate things that no one else ever will. ("Every smile is worth ten times more than every frown")

Hello, my name is Ebony, and I'm just a little bit sillier than everyone else. I still hold onto the fact that I've never sung into a hairbrush. But toothbrush? More than once. (I did not just admit that.) But, come on, being silly is what makes me so awesome =D. (Surprised!)

Hello, my name is Ebony, and I have to go to sleep now. Because I need my beauty sleep *nods*. And I'm sorry I haven't blogged much lately, I just feel like...

I can't share with the rest of the world how I'm feeling, because it always hurts me or them. Also, it's hard to translate emotions into words. Because I don't think in words, or even in thoughts most of the time. i think in emoticons (no, really :L) I see happy and sad faces, clocks, cats, dogs, anything except thoughts. It's all emotions and feelings and vibes. And... it loses something in translation.

N2S: sleep you idiot!
Ok, bye guys.

Wish you were here,

What hurts the most...

I can't believe you think you're helping.
I can't believe you're doing it again.
You hurt me so much.
You've always hurt me.
You do things without wondering how I will feel about it.
Or you think I will be okay with it.

I try for you, I try to be strong.
I tell you that it's not hurting, that I'm okay.
So you push it "are you still okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine" Why the hell are you doing this to me?

"Are you happy now?"
"I'm always happy when with you" How can you think that?

"So there's something I've been meaning to tell you"
"Oh, really? What?" Don't hurt me, please don't hurt me.

"Oh my gosh, remember _____?"
"Oh yeah, what happened?" That destroyed me.

But I will always put up with it for you.
I will let you hurt me time after time, and I will be okay with it.
Because you are the person that took away my smile.
And you are the only one with the power to give it back.

And I always justify why I do things for you,
For everyone else, I'm fine
And for you, I feel as though I have to explain myself.
Because you never do anything for me.

i will always care about you
it's just what i do
and i will never give up

...please don't give up on me.

And what hurts the most is that you will read this and either A) have no idea it's about you, or B) actually take a hint and get it, but ask "oh, this isn't about me is it? i never meant to hurt you, really" and i will say "of course not, i'd never hate you that much"
but it is.
all of it.
i'm just too scared you'll hurt me more if you knew i thought this.

Singing Star.

I really don't have time to blog today.
But I am SO ranty, that I will anyway :L.
And I have heaps of stuff I wanna write, but I won't get time, and then I'll forget, and that pisses me off, which makes me even more ranty. So this blog probably won't be very nice.
Note: Some of this is taxxed.


I promised myself I would never become this person. This needy, hopeless, cliche person.
I told myself then I wouldn't miss that part of my past. But I wouldn't regret it either.
I promised myself I wouldn't act like this and think like this, and then today, I felt this weird jolt, and I remembered everything.
everything I made myself forget so that I wouldn't have regrets. And, to some extent, I don't think I do regret it.
But I miss it, and everything that came with it. Including the person I became.


There's so much more than what we see
Can't explain the spell I'm under
Everytime I look upon your face
I'm constantly amazed
And love moves through my days
In mysterious ways


People tell you to live for today.
But by the time you wake up tomorrow, today will be over.
So live for everyday, and live for every part of everyday.
That doesn't mean you should leave things until tomorrow, or that you should focus your attention on tomorrow, because tomorrow is still too unstable. But everyone should stop living just for today.


I walked away from everyone else because of you.
I lied to everyone else because of you.
You who calls me pretty instead of beautiful.
You who would rather not talk to me, than get caught talking to me.
You who always makes me feel like I'm doing something wrong.
You who makes my heart race when you send me a text message with only 3 letters. Whilst every other guy had to write for forever to get that same reaction.
And I find myself getting so mad at myself because I love you. You who doesn't try as much as they all did.
But the truth is that I am in love with you.
And that's worth being called pretty,
and it's worth not being talked to,
and its worth lying to everyone,
and it's worth the three letter conversation.
Because I love you. And I never loved any of them.
And I can't help it, and I can't change it.

And it has taken me a year and a half to find even a single flaw in you. One thing that doesn't possess devine beauty.
And now that I've found your flaws. I have this incomprehendible way of loving you even more for it.
Which I didn't even know was possible.


when i told you, you make me weak, i didnt mean at the knees.
when i told you, you made me cry, it wasnt tears of joy.
and when i told you, you made me happy, it wasnt because you were there.

Thankyou for reading ;)
I'll see you under the moon.

Sorry.

I guess we all knew this was coming. It's my addiction. I just love writing these blogs.
Put up with it?

I wish you knew my thoughts. Even the ones I’m too embarrassed to tell you. I wish you knew that I was yours. I wish you knew that I compare everyone to you, and they all fall short. I wish you knew that I think about you all the time. Even at inappropriate times. I wish you knew that, whatever I’m doing, I always picture how different it would be if you were by my side (and it ALWAYS improves). I wish you knew that I want to spend my life with you by my side. I wish you knew how much I do things you do, and how much it makes me smile. I wish you knew how in love with you I am.

Sometimes I scare even myself. These thoughts make my mind swirl. Every word that means something different to me. Every hidden meaning, behind every alternate reality. And everytime something makes no sense, it always does to me.

If I trust in you, would you let me down?

Would you laugh at me, if I said I care for you?

Could you feel the same way too?

I wanna know..

Now I am here, talking to you

No wonder I get excited

Your smile, and the sound of your voice

And the way you see through me

Got a feeling, you give me no choice

But it means a lot to me

“What’s wrong?” They ask, as if they have no idea. “What’s always wrong?” I reply. Their faces don’t change, nothing changes, nothing will ever change. “Stop dwelling” as if solutions were so simple. “Distract me” I say. Of all the games we play, this is my favourite. The search for distractions. My favourite part is when they say something that reminds me of you, and they don’t realise. “Thank you” I say, as if their distracting worked, and I smile like Mona Lisa until the day’s end.

I want my fairytale
Just one second of it
One hug, or one touch
One chance to say ‘I love you’ in person
I want one opportunity to see your face
Or hear your voice
Or smell your scent
I want one opportunity
For me to give up on these stupid daydreams
Because there’s nothing left to be up all night imagining
Because it’s all real

Finally.

One of these days,
I’m gonna tell him I dream of him ever night
One of these days,
I’m gonna show him I care

Gonna teach him a lesson alright

You know, I search. Trying to figure out what I want. Of course, my subconscious is wiling to provide several scenarios that I “want”, but none of these seem to quite satisfy the question burning on the tip of my mind.

Maybe after all these useless words, we’ll figure out that nothing’s changed. That we can talk as much as we want, and nothing will ever make a difference. What then? Maybe these are just words, maybe that’s all they’ll ever be.

And if it’s alright I’ll still be loving you
Cuz I can’t break it to my heart
You still don’t have the answers
But if I still believe you love me,
Maybe I’ll survive,

So I tell myself you’re coming home

Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them, they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place, but still, the place which you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.

Or hug me. Because, I mean, sure, I have my issues, but if you really get to know me, you'll realise that I'm just lonely. That I just need a friend, I just need one really long hug and then maybe I'll be okay. So hug me, or talk to me, or listen to me when I'm going nuts and have only one thing I want to talk about. I need someone to listen sometimes. And other times, I need someone to care.

Smiling faces I can see

But not for me

I sit and watch

As tears go by

My riches cant buy everything

I want to hear the children sing

All I hear is the sound

Of rain falling on the ground

I sit and watch

As tears go by

Love is when they tell you what song they’re listening to, and your heart stops. Because this is the song you play on loop every night. Crying. Thinking of them.

Love is imagining them by your side, every second of every day.

Love is when everything you think, say or write, can be interpreted in such a way that it has a special meaning for them.

Love is hugging your pillow.

Love is staying up until midnight on Monday to Thursday.

Love is wishing on 11:11.

Love is waking up unhappy because the dream’s over.

Love is having only one thing you want to talk about. Always.

Love is you.

People say ‘follow your heart’, but I can’t. My brain very well knows that what my heart wants is irrational. And still, my brain momentarily stops functioning everytime I think of you. I think it is those moments that my brain knows my heart will win. It can’t argue with that, so it pretends to not be paying attention.

The sight of you will prove to me I’m still alive
And when you take me in your arms
And hold me tight

I know it’s gonna mean so much

I’m not sure you even know what it feels like.
To wake up every morning exhilarated
Before you realise that it was a dream, not reality
To wake up every morning hopeful
Could this be the day?
And to wake up every morning saddened…

Maybe tomorrow.

And you are the only one I dream of every night.

The only one I miss everyday.

You are my everything.

I think you're so mean

I think we should try

I think I could need

This in my life

I think I'm just scared

I think too much

I know this is wrong

It's a problem I'm dealing

And I just wanted you to know that I miss you.

And it feels like you're too far away, everytime I want to talk to you

I want you to know that I want you.

You were my best friend. And I told you everything. I still want my best friend.

And I want you to know that I need you.

That part of me is dying, because it has to live without you.

I want you to know that I love you.

And you think you understand that, but in all honesty, you couldn't even comprehend.

Now I'll stop thinkning about it...

One – I stopped. That was the first step.
TWO – It should make a difference, but it doesn’t
Three – It was just something I had to do
Four – I guess it didn’t make sense in the first place, did it?

Explanation of weird behaviour after drama:

Everything was perfect. The sand, the waves, the rocks, the sun, and especially the person sitting next to me. I was completely at ease. It was beautiful, unbelievable. The feeling of complete relaxation was one I’d never before encountered. This was how my mind relaxed best, imagining you. And then he said “You have to be completely alone”, so I tried. I forced my picture, I warped it, I used all my energy to push you out of my mind. You fled, and I held you away. “Relax” he said. I let go, I stopped pushing; you flooded back to me. No! I forced you away. Pushing, pushing. “Be completely relaxed,” he repeated. No! I can’t! Not if I’m meant to be alone. I opened my eyes and gave up. Relaxation without you doesn’t exist; I guess I should have known.

The Perfect Man

He’d take me to the beach.
A deserted beach. But still a warm one.
And we’d go crazy in the ocean together.
And then, after a few minutes, he’d know.

He’d know that after I had too much salt in my eyes and too much water up my nose and had been dumped by too many waves, it was time to build our castle.
And it would be no children’s castle.
This would be my fairytale castle.

He would also know that as not only someone completely terrorised by OCD, but also as an engineer’s daughter, my castle would have to be perfect.
It would be taller than any other sandcastle, and it would have a moat surrounding it.
And when the tide was right, each wave would fill the moat, and then draw away leaving it hinting at water.
There would be a bridge over the moat, which would lead to my complete city of bridges and tunnels that I have wanted to build forever!
(One day, I was really close, and then some teenage brat came and jumped on it, I cried for hours)

And he would put up with my making every single part of castle perfect, because I’ve never built the perfect sandcastle, and it’s about time I did.
He would find me a stick, and a leaf, and make me a flag.
Then he would put it on my perfectly rounded castle with walls exactly perpendicular to the ground and not sloping, and it would be complete.

Then we’d take a photo of the castle, and watch the tide sweep it away.


Oh my gosh. I am totally dillusional. :L
Anyways, this is all inspored by AMY, (Again) for writing about HER perfect man :L:L