Friday, September 05, 2008

 

09.05.08

If my fate is to be destroyed, I must simply laugh.

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His feelings for her were deeply rooted, nurtured far longer beyond the past few months that they had been considered official. He had taken his time with her and he appreciated her patience-- she was a saint to have waited for as long as she did. His caution wasn't a product of being burned in the past. He was just the type of guy who had to be pretty sure of something before he jumped into anything.

But it was how he knew. He would do anything for her-- and she knew it as well.

He viewed the population of the world as puzzle pieces. Everyone had their protrusions and everyone had their recesses. Some pieces fit well with others and some didn't fit at all. It wasn't preference-- it was just how they turned out. He and the girl, no matter what way you turned them...

...they meshed.

Many would agree that any which way they connected, the picture was something beautiful. It wasn't always concrete, sometimes abstract, but the fact that they both knew what it represented said wonders about the connection that they shared.

The way in which she fit in his arms or how well her head just seemed to lay atop his chest-- it was beyond coincidence or luck. Their arms intertwined around one another in perfect strides so that a caress of the head or the shoulder was always within comfortable reach, their faces always seeming to align next to one another in perfect spacing for the kind indulgence of a gentle and soft kiss.

He found himself always waking with a smile on his face at the sight of his lovely love entangled within his grasp or resting next to him, the cold midnight air and misty mornings being combated by her emanating warmth. He'd place an affectionate kiss upon her head and quickly fall victim to slumber. Never had he found such favor with the Sand Man before her emollient presence. He had been told he spoke in his sleep, her name often on the tip of his exasperated tongue, perhaps the only word the he really needed, capable of being translated into anything and everything.

Still, the words that they exchanged flowed through and around each other in perfect harmony, filling in the blanks on their own, mirroring one another's thoughts. It was more than just finishing each other's sentences. Beyond words, a glance was enough to get across an entire coltish conversation between the two, their grins and smiles abounding, outside perspectives oblivious, not privy to the banter and wit shared by two clever minds.

Yes, the pieces seemed to fit perfectly. Broken down, this went here and that went there. It didn't matter if the smaller jig-saw pieces represented similarities or contrasts, they still continued to line-up next to one another persistently and effortlessly, the picture ever-changing, forever in a flux. It was at the same time both concrete and abstract, a logical paradox that existed for all to see, cherish and envy.

And he saw this picture every time he looked into her eyes, smitten into oblivion by elation.

It was a little bit of a lot.

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A little bit of a lot.

So fresh. No stress. I'm feeling so blessed.

This is real.

We're good.

Docking out...
-Ryan : copacetic

Ryan posted this at 3:02 AM.