A blog I came by, post about the diff ways to look at cows. EPIC.
http://rocketleafsalad.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-of-rest.html
List: Stuff I do in WoW that probably pisses people off but makes me laugh.
-Extreme optimism (except when I am PMSimg, then i just wanna throw something at the computer).
-Yell LFM Group Sex in Orgrimmar (a variation is replacing LFM with WTB lol).
-Refer to elf mounts as chickens (my fave).
-Switch from healer to dps while doing a dungeon (hey, Charlie is the tank, and I still heal occasionally hah). I love cow people!
-Post Anal [ability] in trade. Hah Anal [Disengage], or even better Anal [Maul].
-Do Eyes of The Beast to bother group members when they are drinking their mana garb lawl (I have a TRex, and it's strangely amusing to watch it follow peope or just randomly stand on someone).
-This one Charlie does; every time we start a dungeon, he says "Does anyone like to cyber." We only got a positive response like twice hah.
Yeah some (or all) of these are obnoxious, but I have a shitload of fun while playing hah.
KTNXBAI XD
-Yell LFM Group Sex in Orgrimmar (a variation is replacing LFM with WTB lol).
-Refer to elf mounts as chickens (my fave).
-Switch from healer to dps while doing a dungeon (hey, Charlie is the tank, and I still heal occasionally hah). I love cow people!
-Post Anal [ability] in trade. Hah Anal [Disengage], or even better Anal [Maul].
-Do Eyes of The Beast to bother group members when they are drinking their mana garb lawl (I have a TRex, and it's strangely amusing to watch it follow peope or just randomly stand on someone).
-This one Charlie does; every time we start a dungeon, he says "Does anyone like to cyber." We only got a positive response like twice hah.
Yeah some (or all) of these are obnoxious, but I have a shitload of fun while playing hah.
KTNXBAI XD
KINKY MURLOC SEX (people who play WoW probably have a WTF face on hah)
I have a strange Murloc obsession. THEY ARE SO FUCKING SEXY!!! Hah, that shiny skin, those eyes, the way it yells wha-la-lelah-whala! Freakin hot. Haha Carlos and I were discussing Murlocs yesterday.
Carlos: please don't make Murloc noises when we are getting it on. LAWLS
Me: hah I get my wips and chains out, and start beating you up while making Murloc noises. Great image.
Carlos: *-don't hurt me face*
Me: *imagining it* That is hawt.
I'm not on crack. I'm really not hah. But Murlocs are sexy, and it makes me sad that you have to kill them so some noob can level.
FREEDOM TO MURLOCS, BITCHES!!!
Carlos: please don't make Murloc noises when we are getting it on. LAWLS
Me: hah I get my wips and chains out, and start beating you up while making Murloc noises. Great image.
Carlos: *-don't hurt me face*
Me: *imagining it* That is hawt.
I'm not on crack. I'm really not hah. But Murlocs are sexy, and it makes me sad that you have to kill them so some noob can level.
FREEDOM TO MURLOCS, BITCHES!!!
MUAHA YOU THOUGHT THIS POST WILL BE ABOUT CHARLIE!
I'm sorry I write so much about Charlie. My bff Justy must be pissed because that's practically all I write or talk about. I'm sure most of you understand though, if you are lucky enough to have a person love you as much as you love them.
THIS POST IS ABOUT JUSTY AND KRISS! <3
Well, and my friends in general.
Yes I have friends.
*gasp*
I am happy for Justy. She has a man called Kriss. And how she talks about him, it is very sweet. I know I don't know the entire story between them, but I can tell he has done a lot for her, ignoring the vast distance separating them. If I could see them together (as in, he gets his ass to the US), I know I will see a Justyna happier than I have ever before. And that is awesome!!!
Inever really got a chance to talk to him. Justy, tell him that I think he is an amazing guy for you, and that I hope you don't have to wait long to see him. The connection that these two is strong, and that is apparent even in general conversation that involves the man. She would check her phone to see if he is on MSN, and if he is, she gets very excited. Like her eyes light up. She really loves him (YOU HEAR THAT KRISS?!?!?!). She loves you man!
I wonder what would happen when they meet (and I say when, not if). Like I would laugh of they stand there, all awkward, like hey... you're here.... Now what? Lol. Beautiful.
I'm so happy when my friends are happy. Betsy needs a man, and so does one of my other friends (ughhhhh although he needs a woman. Unless he shoots for the other team... Awkward?). I hope when we are like 40, we will see each other (and our significant others and our kids), and still talk about the times when Kio got his hand stuck in his locker, and how Betsy and I shared a bed in eighth grade. Oh and how Justy and I are married. What else? Oh when homecoming cupcakes were fail. That was fun.
What women have is so awesome. Like Justy, Betsy and I (especially Betsy) would talk about crushes and stuff. It's adorable. We also talk about what guys are assholes, and what guys have nice butts (which was VERRRYYYY awkward for me at one point.... Oh god). Moving on from that very awkward memory, the things I tell them I can never tell to my guy friends. Like it doesn't seem right. But I know that Justy and Betsy would understand. And vice versa.
Well I actually have to get some sleepizzle, so I will write more later ons.
THIS POST IS ABOUT JUSTY AND KRISS! <3
Well, and my friends in general.
Yes I have friends.
*gasp*
I am happy for Justy. She has a man called Kriss. And how she talks about him, it is very sweet. I know I don't know the entire story between them, but I can tell he has done a lot for her, ignoring the vast distance separating them. If I could see them together (as in, he gets his ass to the US), I know I will see a Justyna happier than I have ever before. And that is awesome!!!
Inever really got a chance to talk to him. Justy, tell him that I think he is an amazing guy for you, and that I hope you don't have to wait long to see him. The connection that these two is strong, and that is apparent even in general conversation that involves the man. She would check her phone to see if he is on MSN, and if he is, she gets very excited. Like her eyes light up. She really loves him (YOU HEAR THAT KRISS?!?!?!). She loves you man!
I wonder what would happen when they meet (and I say when, not if). Like I would laugh of they stand there, all awkward, like hey... you're here.... Now what? Lol. Beautiful.
I'm so happy when my friends are happy. Betsy needs a man, and so does one of my other friends (ughhhhh although he needs a woman. Unless he shoots for the other team... Awkward?). I hope when we are like 40, we will see each other (and our significant others and our kids), and still talk about the times when Kio got his hand stuck in his locker, and how Betsy and I shared a bed in eighth grade. Oh and how Justy and I are married. What else? Oh when homecoming cupcakes were fail. That was fun.
What women have is so awesome. Like Justy, Betsy and I (especially Betsy) would talk about crushes and stuff. It's adorable. We also talk about what guys are assholes, and what guys have nice butts (which was VERRRYYYY awkward for me at one point.... Oh god). Moving on from that very awkward memory, the things I tell them I can never tell to my guy friends. Like it doesn't seem right. But I know that Justy and Betsy would understand. And vice versa.
Well I actually have to get some sleepizzle, so I will write more later ons.
BLOG ENTRIES
I remember when I would stay up all night writing blog entries (that I would delete because they were embarassing) about Charlie. I realized after we started hanging out that I fell for him, and I fell for him HARD. Seeing him was the greatest feeling on earth, and everything revolved around him. Oh the exitement of new love. Just getting to know him, and getting to spend time with him.
Now it's a little different.
Now he IS my world. Now I cannot imagine living without him, or going without his voice for a day. My future is planned around him, and he is top on my priority list. Now, whenever I see him, I am not bouncy and excited, but I do have a burning feeling deep inside. It is not just lust and attraction anymore, pure deep love is added into the mix. He seems to be a part of me. It's awesome.
I think this is what a relationship is supposed to feel like. People get bored after like the first year, but for me, my love for him intensifies with every moment I spend with him, with every little detail I observe. The more I get to know him, the more I understand him. And the more he understands me.
I do not have to worry about how I act around him. When I am with him, I act like MYSELF. I don't have to put on a fake smile when I am upset, and with him, laughter comes naturally.
I am happy. I hope in the future things would get even better. I can see myself spending the rest of my life with this man.
Now it's a little different.
Now he IS my world. Now I cannot imagine living without him, or going without his voice for a day. My future is planned around him, and he is top on my priority list. Now, whenever I see him, I am not bouncy and excited, but I do have a burning feeling deep inside. It is not just lust and attraction anymore, pure deep love is added into the mix. He seems to be a part of me. It's awesome.
I think this is what a relationship is supposed to feel like. People get bored after like the first year, but for me, my love for him intensifies with every moment I spend with him, with every little detail I observe. The more I get to know him, the more I understand him. And the more he understands me.
I do not have to worry about how I act around him. When I am with him, I act like MYSELF. I don't have to put on a fake smile when I am upset, and with him, laughter comes naturally.
I am happy. I hope in the future things would get even better. I can see myself spending the rest of my life with this man.
A long drive
I have been slowly losing my sanity over this. My love will be transferring to a college three hours away, and though I know it's not as bad as across the country, it limits the times when I can see him.
I love him. And I want to be with him. As stupid and anti feminist this is, I would follow him to the ends of Earth. I don't care that I won't learn much about aerospace and mechanical engineering for a couple of years, the situation would actually turn out for the better because I could work part-time and pay off college instead of being in debt for the rest of my life.... I have this all planned out.
So I offered the idea of me tagging along while he would finish college. He asked me if that's what I want.
I don't care. If that is what would keep me closer to him, then I am an idiot for not thinking of it earlier. If it means I will get to see him every day instead of waiting at home for his call, then definitely. Sacrifice is giving up something good for something BETTER. And if it means going to a community college for a couple of years while he is finishing up in U of I, then that would make me the happiest person in the world.
I just don't want to be pushy and say "oh, and by the way, in a year we are moving in together and I will be with you in U of I." That sounds like it has major stalker potential. What I do want to do, is I want to let him know exactly how much he means to me, and, well, what I would do for him.
What I would expect in return would be patience with me. I will go to a community college while he is at U of I, and after he finishes and finds a job, I will transfer to a college that will be nearby. The more I think about this, though, the harder the situation seems. Where will his job be? By there, is there a college that teaches aerospace?
Will he even love me that far into the future? I really don't know.
I guess for as long as I am with him I will try to find solutions for the problems that have yet to come.
I love him. And I want to be with him. As stupid and anti feminist this is, I would follow him to the ends of Earth. I don't care that I won't learn much about aerospace and mechanical engineering for a couple of years, the situation would actually turn out for the better because I could work part-time and pay off college instead of being in debt for the rest of my life.... I have this all planned out.
So I offered the idea of me tagging along while he would finish college. He asked me if that's what I want.
I don't care. If that is what would keep me closer to him, then I am an idiot for not thinking of it earlier. If it means I will get to see him every day instead of waiting at home for his call, then definitely. Sacrifice is giving up something good for something BETTER. And if it means going to a community college for a couple of years while he is finishing up in U of I, then that would make me the happiest person in the world.
I just don't want to be pushy and say "oh, and by the way, in a year we are moving in together and I will be with you in U of I." That sounds like it has major stalker potential. What I do want to do, is I want to let him know exactly how much he means to me, and, well, what I would do for him.
What I would expect in return would be patience with me. I will go to a community college while he is at U of I, and after he finishes and finds a job, I will transfer to a college that will be nearby. The more I think about this, though, the harder the situation seems. Where will his job be? By there, is there a college that teaches aerospace?
Will he even love me that far into the future? I really don't know.
I guess for as long as I am with him I will try to find solutions for the problems that have yet to come.
Meow
Today, he said that the best thing that he has ever done is getting back in touch with me [before we started dating]. I am somewhat irritated (but impressed) that it took him that long to say something other than you shtink.
My happiest memory from our relationship is when he first kissed me. Earlier that day, I asked him if I could kiss him on the cheek. You know, nothing intense. He blushed and said ok. So I did.
Later on that day, my cat escaped from the backyard and went into the neighbors' yard. I did not want to jump a fence alone (I really am not a big fan of heights), so I called Charlie. I also thought this would be a decent (but not desperate lol) enough reason to get him to come over. So he did.
We were hanging out at my house (after saving my cat), and playing DDR. He played guitar. Before he left, and these are his exact words hah, he said "May I return the favor?" like this is some sort of business affair. Hah I laughed at him and said yes. It was sweet and short. I remember going to my room after he left, and thinking this was the greatest moment on earth. No emotion could compare to when you realize you are really, truly in love, and you cannot wait until you get to see that person again. I remember smelling the pillow (we were hanging out in my room, him playing the guitar), and never wanting to fall asleep because eventually the smell would go away, and I wanted it for as long as I could have it. I fell asleep clutching that pillow, and I do not recall a time before that day that I smiled so much. And was sincerely happy.
Before Charlie, I do not remember a single day of pure joy. I get offended when someone (ahem Kirill) points out something negative because in all honesty, I don't care. I have Charlie. Nothing I know of can make me as happy as hearing his voice. Or holding him close. Or kissing him... Blows my mind.
I want to do something big for our anniversary. I want to show him exactly what he means to me.
My happiest memory from our relationship is when he first kissed me. Earlier that day, I asked him if I could kiss him on the cheek. You know, nothing intense. He blushed and said ok. So I did.
Later on that day, my cat escaped from the backyard and went into the neighbors' yard. I did not want to jump a fence alone (I really am not a big fan of heights), so I called Charlie. I also thought this would be a decent (but not desperate lol) enough reason to get him to come over. So he did.
We were hanging out at my house (after saving my cat), and playing DDR. He played guitar. Before he left, and these are his exact words hah, he said "May I return the favor?" like this is some sort of business affair. Hah I laughed at him and said yes. It was sweet and short. I remember going to my room after he left, and thinking this was the greatest moment on earth. No emotion could compare to when you realize you are really, truly in love, and you cannot wait until you get to see that person again. I remember smelling the pillow (we were hanging out in my room, him playing the guitar), and never wanting to fall asleep because eventually the smell would go away, and I wanted it for as long as I could have it. I fell asleep clutching that pillow, and I do not recall a time before that day that I smiled so much. And was sincerely happy.
Before Charlie, I do not remember a single day of pure joy. I get offended when someone (ahem Kirill) points out something negative because in all honesty, I don't care. I have Charlie. Nothing I know of can make me as happy as hearing his voice. Or holding him close. Or kissing him... Blows my mind.
I want to do something big for our anniversary. I want to show him exactly what he means to me.
Little People
We went to Mitsuwa (Japanese store) to get some yum yums. While walking through the isles, we saw a cute little Asian girl talking to her dad. After we walked by her, Charlie said that she was a cute little person, and I said I like little people (how we refer to children). He hugged me and kissed my cheek.
And we watched pure pwnage, the dude talked about getting nooblets, and training them. *point where I roll eyes* Carlos laughed and kissed me.
I want a kid. Not now (obviously), but after college. I want a kid really badly. Yeah, the first half a year will be hell, but it's not like I have never seen that, I had a little sibling I had to take care of. I love everything about kids, the little noises that they make, how excited they get, how honest and innocent they are. Yeah they cry, but you just gotta make sure that they are fed, diaper is clean, and make little noises too to cheer them up XD. Idk, I guess having a kid is on the list of priorities in my fully adult life.
LOLOLOLROFLCOPTER
Charlie with kids. Lol if he saw a kid crying, he'd probably poke it and ask how to turn that thing off. I love him so much. If only he knew.
And we watched pure pwnage, the dude talked about getting nooblets, and training them. *point where I roll eyes* Carlos laughed and kissed me.
I want a kid. Not now (obviously), but after college. I want a kid really badly. Yeah, the first half a year will be hell, but it's not like I have never seen that, I had a little sibling I had to take care of. I love everything about kids, the little noises that they make, how excited they get, how honest and innocent they are. Yeah they cry, but you just gotta make sure that they are fed, diaper is clean, and make little noises too to cheer them up XD. Idk, I guess having a kid is on the list of priorities in my fully adult life.
LOLOLOLROFLCOPTER
Charlie with kids. Lol if he saw a kid crying, he'd probably poke it and ask how to turn that thing off. I love him so much. If only he knew.
I don't wanna grow up :(
I am stupid stupid stupid. To the three people (that I know), please comment. Only, I need honesty, not overzealous optimism.
I am afraid of leaving. Not limited to graduating early (I honestly couldn't care less about the school), but about the fact that I will be moving on with my life. I don't know what the future holds, whether Carlos will still love me, whether I will be in contact with my friends, whether my family can forgive me for leaving. I want to move on with my life, but I don't want to be alone.
What will happen with Carlos?
I hope (I wish, I really want it to happen) that he will still be with me. And if he is, what next? He is going to U of I, and that's a while away. What if he slowly forgets about me? Or finds someone else to fill the void...? And what do I want from him?
You know (no, you probably don't), my idea of the best present ever is an engagement ring for my eighteenth birthday. I have wanted that for so long. But why? I am stupid to believe in my romanticized idea of marriage. Do I want to get married to the man I love, or do I just want the experience of getting to be at the altar?
I want to be happy. Like at one point my mom was happy. Like Melly and Steve are happy now. They met two years ago, and he was very shy. She was talking to him one day, about how no one cares (one of those women conversations that tend to never end), and he just exploded, "You woman, don't you realize that I am crazy about you!?" From then on, they were together. They live in Sarasota now. And they are married. When I got to spend some time with them last year, it just made me so mad at how perfect they are for each other. I want that. I want to be assured of that.
And my friends. I don't have a car, and later on, I am sure I will be overwhelmed with work and school. How will we keep in touch? These people mean so much to me, the only reason school is so much fun is because I get to see them (and Weidner's amazingly sculpted ass lol), and we get to make comments like the above. Who will make fun of the way I say quarter? Who can I talk to when I want to vent about how men are complete and total clueless idiots? I don't know. Life won't be the same without them.
Man, my mom will not take to me leaving well. I know she will be happy for me, but when I leave, the waterworks will start. She only has my sister and myself. Undoubtedly she will feel alone. I don't know.
I don't want to grow up. I want to have a carefree happy life. Meh.
I am afraid of leaving. Not limited to graduating early (I honestly couldn't care less about the school), but about the fact that I will be moving on with my life. I don't know what the future holds, whether Carlos will still love me, whether I will be in contact with my friends, whether my family can forgive me for leaving. I want to move on with my life, but I don't want to be alone.
What will happen with Carlos?
I hope (I wish, I really want it to happen) that he will still be with me. And if he is, what next? He is going to U of I, and that's a while away. What if he slowly forgets about me? Or finds someone else to fill the void...? And what do I want from him?
You know (no, you probably don't), my idea of the best present ever is an engagement ring for my eighteenth birthday. I have wanted that for so long. But why? I am stupid to believe in my romanticized idea of marriage. Do I want to get married to the man I love, or do I just want the experience of getting to be at the altar?
I want to be happy. Like at one point my mom was happy. Like Melly and Steve are happy now. They met two years ago, and he was very shy. She was talking to him one day, about how no one cares (one of those women conversations that tend to never end), and he just exploded, "You woman, don't you realize that I am crazy about you!?" From then on, they were together. They live in Sarasota now. And they are married. When I got to spend some time with them last year, it just made me so mad at how perfect they are for each other. I want that. I want to be assured of that.
And my friends. I don't have a car, and later on, I am sure I will be overwhelmed with work and school. How will we keep in touch? These people mean so much to me, the only reason school is so much fun is because I get to see them (and Weidner's amazingly sculpted ass lol), and we get to make comments like the above. Who will make fun of the way I say quarter? Who can I talk to when I want to vent about how men are complete and total clueless idiots? I don't know. Life won't be the same without them.
Man, my mom will not take to me leaving well. I know she will be happy for me, but when I leave, the waterworks will start. She only has my sister and myself. Undoubtedly she will feel alone. I don't know.
I don't want to grow up. I want to have a carefree happy life. Meh.
Unedited ;)
My dream last night. Writing it down while it is still fresh in my mind. :) This was possibly the most realistic dream I have ever had.
Staying in a parked car with Charlie during a rainstorm. The heater on, us sitting together in the rain, the blurry reflection of the droplets making shifting shadows on his bare chest, outlining every muscle. Not another car within miles, silent except for the sound of the water quietly hitting the car. Our bodies close, almost completely covered by the warm folds of a blanket, my breathing deep as he kisses down my neck. His strong arms around me, revealing the hunger and passion, as my body is heating up. The touch of his fingertips giving me goosebumps, and as I shiver, he pulls me in closer. He starts kissing me lower and lower, until his hands are by my waist. Our completely unclothed bodies interlock, his fingers intertwine with mine, as his breathing is more shallow, and my heart cannot find the right rhythm...
(some is r rated hah)
... We lie down on the seat, his body right behind mine, trying to warm each other up under the oversized red blanket. As I turn to face him, his hands gently grab the sides of my face, and he pulls me in for a long, sure kiss. I turn my body to embrace him, and he warms me up by holding me closer.
"You're beautiful," he says, not like a question or a suggestion, but more like a nonchalant fact.
"And you have a great talent for sucking up," I reply.
"Stupid, stupid girl." He smiles and kisses my shoulder -covered by my tangled hair- and starts tracing circles on my back. "I love you, though." An unknown force tugs at my heart whenever he pronounces those three words, my breath gets caught, and I feel dizzy. He toys with my bangs, and kisses the tip of my nose. Seemingly tired, he brings my head down to his clavicle, as his breathing slows and steadies. I could feel his chest slowly rising and falling, his heartbeat, the pulse of his veins. His muscles relaxed as he drifted off into sleep.
I stay awake while I mentally save the contours of his face, so I could attempt to capture his perfection on paper later on. This man (for physically he can no longer pass for merely a teen), completely relaxed, and in my arms. He is everything I have ever wanted, and all I needed.
I must have fallen asleep too, for when I woke up, it was him looking at me with that goofy smile. "You're mine," he says while I yawn, still disoriented from awakening. On my left hand, I thought I saw a reflection of the dawn outside, when I noticed an elegant ring. "If you accept, we will be each others' forever."
I paused, unsure of what has just occured.
"Yan, I have been waiting for the right moment this entire time. I planned on doing something huge, but then I realized that if we are to celebrate our love, we have to celebrate it how we will for the rest of our lives. Together, and close. My dear, may I have your lovely hand in marriage?" He looked nervous, but definitely sure. I thought I saw a sparkle of fear cross his face, when I released the thought because there was nothing for him to fear.
"Yes."
His eyes light up, he hugs me tight, and does not let me say more as he starts kissing me while the sun slowly rises over the horizon, and we lose track of time.
Staying in a parked car with Charlie during a rainstorm. The heater on, us sitting together in the rain, the blurry reflection of the droplets making shifting shadows on his bare chest, outlining every muscle. Not another car within miles, silent except for the sound of the water quietly hitting the car. Our bodies close, almost completely covered by the warm folds of a blanket, my breathing deep as he kisses down my neck. His strong arms around me, revealing the hunger and passion, as my body is heating up. The touch of his fingertips giving me goosebumps, and as I shiver, he pulls me in closer. He starts kissing me lower and lower, until his hands are by my waist. Our completely unclothed bodies interlock, his fingers intertwine with mine, as his breathing is more shallow, and my heart cannot find the right rhythm...
(some is r rated hah)
... We lie down on the seat, his body right behind mine, trying to warm each other up under the oversized red blanket. As I turn to face him, his hands gently grab the sides of my face, and he pulls me in for a long, sure kiss. I turn my body to embrace him, and he warms me up by holding me closer.
"You're beautiful," he says, not like a question or a suggestion, but more like a nonchalant fact.
"And you have a great talent for sucking up," I reply.
"Stupid, stupid girl." He smiles and kisses my shoulder -covered by my tangled hair- and starts tracing circles on my back. "I love you, though." An unknown force tugs at my heart whenever he pronounces those three words, my breath gets caught, and I feel dizzy. He toys with my bangs, and kisses the tip of my nose. Seemingly tired, he brings my head down to his clavicle, as his breathing slows and steadies. I could feel his chest slowly rising and falling, his heartbeat, the pulse of his veins. His muscles relaxed as he drifted off into sleep.
I stay awake while I mentally save the contours of his face, so I could attempt to capture his perfection on paper later on. This man (for physically he can no longer pass for merely a teen), completely relaxed, and in my arms. He is everything I have ever wanted, and all I needed.
I must have fallen asleep too, for when I woke up, it was him looking at me with that goofy smile. "You're mine," he says while I yawn, still disoriented from awakening. On my left hand, I thought I saw a reflection of the dawn outside, when I noticed an elegant ring. "If you accept, we will be each others' forever."
I paused, unsure of what has just occured.
"Yan, I have been waiting for the right moment this entire time. I planned on doing something huge, but then I realized that if we are to celebrate our love, we have to celebrate it how we will for the rest of our lives. Together, and close. My dear, may I have your lovely hand in marriage?" He looked nervous, but definitely sure. I thought I saw a sparkle of fear cross his face, when I released the thought because there was nothing for him to fear.
"Yes."
His eyes light up, he hugs me tight, and does not let me say more as he starts kissing me while the sun slowly rises over the horizon, and we lose track of time.
Part dream, part made up
[random comments are thrown in in brackets]
We were laying by a tent in a forest. Stars drizzled across the cloudless black sky, and the grass was faintly wet around the blanket that we were laying on top of. The huge magnolia tree, surrounded by massive oaks, glistening with night dew, was alive with the sound of cicadas, and I was silent. It was sweet, he was holding my hand, and telling me about astronomy. He spoke of constellations I have not even heard of, and distant galaxies light years away. His eyes glistened while he went on one of his tangents on spaceships and satellites. With what passion he speaks whenever astronomy is brought up... makes everything else seem unimportant and miniscule.
"I wish you talked about me how you talk about the stars," I muttered mostly to myself. If only I was his obsession, his reason to live. This gorgeous man, who layed right by me, in the usual shirt and jeans, his hair glowing a light blue sheen under the moonlight.
"Silly Yana. I do. If you don't hear me talk about you, it doesn't mean I don't. I at times discuss you with my friends. And when my friends aren't around, I am left all to myself with thoughts of you. Thoughts of the smell of your hair [strange part of the dream considering the fact that he can't smell], the way your body feels right by mine when I hold you close, the way the taste of your lips lingers long after a kiss. You are brilliant, and by far more interesting and gorgeous than anything else in the universe."
[Sometimes I wish he talked like that in real life. I understand he is a little awkward with stuff like that (so am I, hah that's the reason only Justy reads this), but it would blow my mind if he said anything of the sort. Oh and he would not agree with the previous statement for many reasons, but this is not the time for discussion.]
"Why do you suck up? You know I'll still love you no matter what."
"Sometimes I don't understand you, Yan." He leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met, slow, gentle kisses that made me melt and my body completely relax. He moved in closer, running his hands through my hair, with them finally stopping behind my head. He paused. "I love you, you silly girl." His head tilted to the side, and his eyes narrowed at a thought of something that made him chuckle. This time he held me tight. Our lips still apart, his fingers gently tracing my cheekbone and my jaw, moving down my neck to my clavicle. Once by my shoulders, he tugs at a sleeve and bra strap so one of my shoulders is bare. He leans in to kiss the spot where my chest and neck meet. His lips grazed my neck while I tried to control my breathing. One of his hands finds a way under my shirt, and grabs my lower back, pulling myself towards him. His kisses become rougher, his body tense, while my shirt is getting partially destroyed by his efforts of taking it off.
We shift to bring the blanket on top of us, with the grass tickling my bare back and neck. He takes off his tshirt, as well, and presses his bare chest against mine.
Whatever chill there was from the moist grass soon receded as the combination of the blanket and his warm, hard body heated me up. The ultimate feeling of being one with him took over, and I have not felt like I ever wanted anything until I wanted him. Just like I have not felt pleasure until I had him within me, and I have not felt loneliness until we were two again. And like I have not felt love... until I first held him close.
The hours went by so quick that the next thing I knew, I could see the light pink and orange hue on the horizon, partially secluded by the numerous tree trunks.
We were laying under that blanket, covered in sweat and dew, skin glistening with the moisture. Shadows from the trees danced across his body as the sun slowly rose to the side of us. He pulled me close, kissed the back of my neck, traced lines on my bare torso, and then fell asleep, snoring slightly, the breath pattern shifting as he was diving into his subconsciousness, in a completely other world. I love how peaceful and sweet he looks whenever he sleeps, I could watch him all day.
I have him. He is mine. The divine combination of everything that I ever wanted in a man, and more, is holding me in his arms. It is moments like these that make me feel so asinine about ever doubting of whether what we have is real, about even wondering if it will last, thinking he would get tired of me. This brilliant, gorgeous, silly man has chosen me, of all people, to be with him.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
We were laying by a tent in a forest. Stars drizzled across the cloudless black sky, and the grass was faintly wet around the blanket that we were laying on top of. The huge magnolia tree, surrounded by massive oaks, glistening with night dew, was alive with the sound of cicadas, and I was silent. It was sweet, he was holding my hand, and telling me about astronomy. He spoke of constellations I have not even heard of, and distant galaxies light years away. His eyes glistened while he went on one of his tangents on spaceships and satellites. With what passion he speaks whenever astronomy is brought up... makes everything else seem unimportant and miniscule.
"I wish you talked about me how you talk about the stars," I muttered mostly to myself. If only I was his obsession, his reason to live. This gorgeous man, who layed right by me, in the usual shirt and jeans, his hair glowing a light blue sheen under the moonlight.
"Silly Yana. I do. If you don't hear me talk about you, it doesn't mean I don't. I at times discuss you with my friends. And when my friends aren't around, I am left all to myself with thoughts of you. Thoughts of the smell of your hair [strange part of the dream considering the fact that he can't smell], the way your body feels right by mine when I hold you close, the way the taste of your lips lingers long after a kiss. You are brilliant, and by far more interesting and gorgeous than anything else in the universe."
[Sometimes I wish he talked like that in real life. I understand he is a little awkward with stuff like that (so am I, hah that's the reason only Justy reads this), but it would blow my mind if he said anything of the sort. Oh and he would not agree with the previous statement for many reasons, but this is not the time for discussion.]
"Why do you suck up? You know I'll still love you no matter what."
"Sometimes I don't understand you, Yan." He leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met, slow, gentle kisses that made me melt and my body completely relax. He moved in closer, running his hands through my hair, with them finally stopping behind my head. He paused. "I love you, you silly girl." His head tilted to the side, and his eyes narrowed at a thought of something that made him chuckle. This time he held me tight. Our lips still apart, his fingers gently tracing my cheekbone and my jaw, moving down my neck to my clavicle. Once by my shoulders, he tugs at a sleeve and bra strap so one of my shoulders is bare. He leans in to kiss the spot where my chest and neck meet. His lips grazed my neck while I tried to control my breathing. One of his hands finds a way under my shirt, and grabs my lower back, pulling myself towards him. His kisses become rougher, his body tense, while my shirt is getting partially destroyed by his efforts of taking it off.
We shift to bring the blanket on top of us, with the grass tickling my bare back and neck. He takes off his tshirt, as well, and presses his bare chest against mine.
Whatever chill there was from the moist grass soon receded as the combination of the blanket and his warm, hard body heated me up. The ultimate feeling of being one with him took over, and I have not felt like I ever wanted anything until I wanted him. Just like I have not felt pleasure until I had him within me, and I have not felt loneliness until we were two again. And like I have not felt love... until I first held him close.
The hours went by so quick that the next thing I knew, I could see the light pink and orange hue on the horizon, partially secluded by the numerous tree trunks.
We were laying under that blanket, covered in sweat and dew, skin glistening with the moisture. Shadows from the trees danced across his body as the sun slowly rose to the side of us. He pulled me close, kissed the back of my neck, traced lines on my bare torso, and then fell asleep, snoring slightly, the breath pattern shifting as he was diving into his subconsciousness, in a completely other world. I love how peaceful and sweet he looks whenever he sleeps, I could watch him all day.
I have him. He is mine. The divine combination of everything that I ever wanted in a man, and more, is holding me in his arms. It is moments like these that make me feel so asinine about ever doubting of whether what we have is real, about even wondering if it will last, thinking he would get tired of me. This brilliant, gorgeous, silly man has chosen me, of all people, to be with him.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
A Russian Poem
Любовь парит под небесами
Ее так просто не поймать
А только двое, близких серцем
С небес таких и могут снять
Любовь тепла и безгранична,
Она везде, всегда, вокруг
И дарит любящим друг друга
Супруг ты или просто друг
Смотереть в глаза влюбленных страшно
Терятся там нам сужденно
И только в пламменых объятьях
Любовники минуют зло
Они теряются в любви
Им там приятней находится
Ведь только там и можно им
Парить с влюбленным прям как птица
Когда поимал ты свое счастье
То так и хочешь жизнь прожить
Ее глаза, ее улыбка
Вот только ей ты хочет жить
Вставать с улыбкой, любоваться
Как мирно дышит ее грудь
И нежно к лбу губам прижатся
И тихо вскликнуть I love you.
И видеть личико, спросонья
Без макияжа, в бледеном цвете
И восторгатся им, за то
Что красивее всех на свете
Любовь магическая штука,
Желаю всем ее найти
Чтоб никогда нам боятся
Того что будет впереди
Ее так просто не поймать
А только двое, близких серцем
С небес таких и могут снять
Любовь тепла и безгранична,
Она везде, всегда, вокруг
И дарит любящим друг друга
Супруг ты или просто друг
Смотереть в глаза влюбленных страшно
Терятся там нам сужденно
И только в пламменых объятьях
Любовники минуют зло
Они теряются в любви
Им там приятней находится
Ведь только там и можно им
Парить с влюбленным прям как птица
Когда поимал ты свое счастье
То так и хочешь жизнь прожить
Ее глаза, ее улыбка
Вот только ей ты хочет жить
Вставать с улыбкой, любоваться
Как мирно дышит ее грудь
И нежно к лбу губам прижатся
И тихо вскликнуть I love you.
И видеть личико, спросонья
Без макияжа, в бледеном цвете
И восторгатся им, за то
Что красивее всех на свете
Любовь магическая штука,
Желаю всем ее найти
Чтоб никогда нам боятся
Того что будет впереди
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