Tuesday Stuff...
Um, okay...
You ever have that feeling when you see that one special person and you get all tingly and stuff, and they touch you and there is a real shock of energy between you and when they kiss you you literally feel a little woozy? Like when you haven't seen them a while and they call you just to tell you they were thinking of you, and you smile like a dummy, and people around you see you acting all goofy and happy and just wanna smack you, because your joy has become far to cute and annoying to tolerate? And then you see them and you are content to just sit there and be with them and not say anything or do anything, because you just like being around them and they make life feel so comfortable and more exciting at the same time. And they laugh at your corny jokes and you laugh at theirs, and they yell at you but you don't mind, and you yell back, but it's okay because there is no one else in the world you would rather yell at or have yell at you than that person? When you spend time with them it's good even when it's bad because learning about them allows you to learn about yourself. You know how when someone falls in love with you it's like falling in love with yourself because you have the opportunity to see all the wonderful things they see. You get to see yourself through their eyes, and there eyes are all glossy because they are so woozy from being infatuated with you. And you like hearing them talk because they like talking to you and really care that you hear what they say because they know they are important to you and your attention validates who they are and vice versa? And you respect their opinion and want to hear their thoughts and you want to debate important issues because you keep each other sharp and you know that you are better for having them in your life and you know that they know they are better for having you in their life? And you don't disagree because you think they are stupid but because you want them to hear you and know that you only argue because it is so important that they understand you, even if they don't agree, because how can you love someone forever if they don't know the exact reason why you hate pineapple juice and love Beavis and Butthead? You know? And then when you stope arguing and get to make up... I won't go there, but isn't that cool too? And when you do regular dumb stuff together like laundry or go the market and you do cute stuff like kiss in the produce section, or or stop putting wet clothes in the drier just to smack him with a towel, not because your mad, but because you want him to chase you and you want him to catch you and you giggle and smile... hehehe. And you play sports or video games against each other, but instead of letting them win you want to kick their butt so you can gloat about it for the next 3 months. But when you're on the same team you are both ruthless and competitive and all the other players hate you because you are so in sync no one can touch you. And when you're in the car they let you sing loud to every song that comes on the radio because they know how much you love to sing, even though they have a desperate need to drive off a cliff. And you know that even though they are so proud of you for all the things you are, can do, and have accomplished, they accept you for all the ways you fall short, they love your humanity, and respect your willingness to try and push through even though times get hard. And they comfort you when you are down, but never insult you by feeling pity for you because they know you are SOOO much more than your circumstances. And they are your best cheerleader because they love you and feel each success and failure as if it were there own, yet have that special ability to seperate from you enough to understand that you are you and must feel, see and perceive each obstacle and situation for yourself.
And, they're really cute too.
Yeah, that's nice
3 Comments:
Ok i take back what i said in my post im not long winded im just a pretender to the throne of long windedness that is this post. And im not a monkey
When did I call you a monkey? And yes you are.
When did I call you a monkey? And yes you are.
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