 | I always enjoyed the raw emotions in life, because it inspired me to write, to think deeper, to learn. Unspoiled, and untouched by alcohol, drugs, and razorblades. Escape wasn't something I ever seriously considered. When I'm hurt, I have an interesting satisfaction to delve deeper through my tears.When I'm happy, I take full advantage and laugh and hope.
I've had my heart broken many times, but it never really stopped me from giving my love all I had within me, when it was pure, when it was honest.
One summer, I took a stroll to the park with two of my friends when I met a boy. He was kind, and a friend of my friends. We went about our lives, living in separate cities. We talked on instant messenger, and found each other pretty funny. Everything changed on my best friend's birthday. We spent the day at the mall with some friends to celebrate her birthday. We didn't talk much with one another. Later that night when we had all headed to my friend's house, we hung around outside on the lawn. I'm not sure how it happened, I barely even knew him, he barely even knew me, but we ended up laying together on the wet grass, stars shining, and the sky drizzling dark blue rain.
It seemed like hours, and we just laid there, both of us fearful to get up too soon or we'd lose one another. We'd lose a chance at love?
When we did get up later, we kissed, and he headed home. Not much was spoken verbally.
Later, we continued to talk online, unsure of where we stood. I didn't know if I wanted a relationship; I was moving out of state soon, but I was pretty fond of him.
One day he asked me for my number. The next day he called.
"Any special reason?" I ventured. "Er..I was calling everyone...I mean, because I'm bored..." He responded. I laughed. He laughed. The conversation was easy-flowing and comfortable. We talked every night. About everything. I love listening to him talk about things he enjoys, things that are important to him. I love the things he values, because I value the same things. He cared about what I was interested in too. He listened to me babble. And never complained. lol.
He asked me to be his girlfriend on a Christmas eve night. It felt so right, and though I was to move in the spring, I said yes.
Later that night, we told each other we felt we were falling in love with one another. And we both cried a little, out of unspoiled joy.
A day before I moved, I expressed my fear for losing him when I was gone... he felt the same way. But our love for each other was real.
Distance and loneliness could not, and did not break it.
We made an effort with packages, love letters, love e-mails, many, many phone calls, many more inside jokes, funny cards. We never fought over little things. We talked through big things. We each put complete and utter trust in one another. Jealousy never played an important role. We appreciate each other every second of every day, and we always find a way to make it known to one another. We inspire one another with laughter and love, trust and compassion, loyalty and devotion. I know he's proud of me because he tells me, and I trust him.
Months, and months apart has made us so much stronger, and so much more appreciative of every second together.
We've had bad times, we've had good times, but every time, I love him.
I hope we last for as long as we are here on Earth, but only time can tell.
If he leaves me tomorrow, all I can say is, Thank you my love, thank you.
Written by Piper
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