Day by day, I s l o w l y inhale the whispered lies and
false rumors that loom within the air around me. People tend to assume that I am immune to the truth, while I can’t even lie about something simple and meaningless that most people could lie about flawlessly. It seems that I have actually become immune to happiness. for years on end. The wicked claws of terror have had their grip on me, and refuse to let go.
Lately though, it seems that one simple soul has baffled these terrible claws, and broken through the thick layer of malevolence that surrounds me constantly. He stumbled into my life with gentle words and comforting smiles, as his soul radiated with beauty.
He shimmers like a million tiny diamonds as rays of sun dance on his skin. His eyes posses a deep and rich beauty that could cause any foolish woman to drop to her knees. The intelligence that resides within his sublime mind far exceeds the knowledge of anyone I’ve ever known. The smile that fills his face from time to time is remarkable and leaves me speechless every single time. I could sit there for days on end just silently taking in all of his beauty, without ever letting boredom seep into my mind.
Unfortunately, he hides all of his extravagant talents behind
immature actions and irrelevant comments that drive everyone insane. But at the same time, it makes it even more miraculous and spectacular that he possesses so many amazing qualities, to me. Yes, I used to be one of the careless minds that just saw him as another annoying person, but he has caught my attention and left me awe-struck.
As a result, I’m left here to sit and daydream of what could be, or what friendship could blossom out of this extraordinary event.
Do I sit and watch him slowly pass me by?
Do I spend the rest of my life wondering what happiness I could have had?
Do I stare aimlessly at his perfection as I slowly rot in the corner?
Or should I get up and try to get his attention while silently pleading for his friendship?
You tell me.----------
oh, dear me.
i posted this onto my english blog.
that's where i first began talking with him.
i'm terrified that he's going to know that it's about him.
he comments on every single one of my posts, and i know he pays very close attention to them.
he's so intelligent that he probably already knows how much i adore him, and this will come as no surprise to him.
but oddly enough... i really don't care at the moment.
i had too much fun writing it.
i could write about him for days on end, and never run out of things to say.