SpeedLimit55
Bluelighter
This thread got me started...I...'love'...to hear people talk about love. I'm a womanly sap like that...but read this thread...and tell me...honestly...what is more beautiful than love? http://www2.bluelight.ru/ubb/Forum18/HTML/016083.html?reload=15
-Her-
You're five years old. Mother tells you to stay away from the stove, because it will burn you.
You touch it.
Do you have to touch it again to know it hurts?
I'm 21 years old. I've tried my hardest to lead a simple life, but sometimes life throws things at you that you can't help.
The first time I ever said "I Love You" to a woman was terrifying and exciting at the same time.
We'll skip past all the irony and melancholy that ensued...that's not what I want us to dwell on.
I hate to repeat myself...but, in my young eyes, loving someone and being in love are two different worlds.
I'm going to skip to what I feel, as that's the only thing I know how to write.
I already did my best to explain the way I feel...that was futile.
I'm going to do my best to tell you about her...I want you to humor me and follow...freeform.
So much talk about addiction, heartbreak, anger and fear on this board.
This forum is where I come to vent. I come to pop the top on this bottle of emotions that are screaming from every inch of my soul...they want out...and I can only hold them for so long...and I think the same is true for you.
Tell me about love. Tell me about your hopes for love, your current love...something about love. We all have some sort of love for something. I'm going to tell you about the woman I love.
There's no need for me to brag about her intelligence...you probably all know the stories. It's almost surreal to think anyone could accomplish what she has...yet be so young.
In this forum, so many times, we think back to being young...the days of innocence...purity...honesty and brutal truth.
Growing up I never celebrated Christmas...long story...but I know the feeling.
I know the *feeling* of being together as a family...when you would pick that present from under the tree...with your name on it...that was half the fun. Someone singled YOU out...YOU were special...you were the center of attention.
That's what she does. Even when I don't want it...she turns the spotlight on me. She makes me feel invinsible...she makes me a five year old.
Everytime she opens her mouth, the presents pour out of her mouth like a rainfall in the Amazon.
Think about that...visualize that for me.
I know you've seen the pictures...glistening clear blue water, falling so freely, so carefree from atop a cliff...no matter where you're at, or what you're doing, you want to be in that picture. You can see yourself diving into the water and basking in the sun.
She doesn't even have to try. For those of you who have been, or are in love...
...
She just talks to me. But it's honest. She speaks to me from her heart. She holds nothing back. She trusts that I am able to handle it...she has faith in me.
She puts everything on the line...for me.
She wakes up in the morning, and she thinks about me.
She gets out of bed, she stretches...staring in the mirror as she brushes her teeth...her thoughts dwindle back to the times we've spent together...walking in the streetlight laughing and holding hands...like what? Like children.
When she kisses me...her hand moves to my face...she holds me. I feel her soul, wrapping around mine, holding me close, keeping me safe from all the demons that have haunted me for so long.
She's so much stronger than those demons. So much stronger than I could ever be.
When she looks at me. She doesn't have to say a word.
I only wish everyone reading this could stare into those eyes.
That waterfall...that color...in it's absolute form...that's what she holds in her eyes. Honesty, truth, trust, integrity and love.
Our eyes meet...almost embarrased; I'm tempted to look away.
Again, futile.
She holds me...she beckons me to stay...Juliet calling for Romeo atop the balcony.
My heart is torn into a thousand peices everytime I hear her cries..."Where art thou?"...
...
If I could only help her to see...to understand...that I am, I will be, wherever she wants me to be. Whenever she wants me to be. Whatever she wants me to be.
We're young again. Five years old. Big brown eyes crying...because we have to go to bed.
Dad comes in our room, tucks us in, and tells us a story as we drift off into a land far away from the monsters in our closet.
Biologically I'm a man.
Emotionally I am nothing short of a disaster. Fear encompasses my soul, terror hides around every corner, the screams of persecution echo from every wall.
She comes in...she tucks me into bed.
She holds me close. No words are spoken.
Nothing matters. I don't have to be afraid anymore. For what I can't handle, she fights off.
Five year olds are so often confused. "Why?"...how often have you heard those words uttered from a child?
I ask her "Why?"...about anything and everything.
Without a moments delay she retorts with an answer that takes my breath away...not unlike the effect of her mere presense in the room.
I have sat in a room. With her. Surrounded by people...I only saw her.
I saw her deep in conversation with our mutual friend.
So confident..so right.. so perfect in every way that I look for the serpent to tempt me..
I'm sorry.
I apologize to her.
I apologize for the injustice that these pitiful words have done her.
No words, no writer, no emotion, no heart, no expression of the most intense beauty and profound desire could ever do justice to the way she makes me feel.
I must also apologize to the rest of you...as she is mine...and you can never understand what beauty she has to offer...I will do my best to share it with you...but, alas, I will always fail.
I'm stricken with the disease of the best kind.
I am head over heels in love, and no longer afraid to tell you about it.
How are you?
-Her-
You're five years old. Mother tells you to stay away from the stove, because it will burn you.
You touch it.
Do you have to touch it again to know it hurts?
I'm 21 years old. I've tried my hardest to lead a simple life, but sometimes life throws things at you that you can't help.
The first time I ever said "I Love You" to a woman was terrifying and exciting at the same time.
We'll skip past all the irony and melancholy that ensued...that's not what I want us to dwell on.
I hate to repeat myself...but, in my young eyes, loving someone and being in love are two different worlds.
I'm going to skip to what I feel, as that's the only thing I know how to write.
I already did my best to explain the way I feel...that was futile.
I'm going to do my best to tell you about her...I want you to humor me and follow...freeform.
So much talk about addiction, heartbreak, anger and fear on this board.
This forum is where I come to vent. I come to pop the top on this bottle of emotions that are screaming from every inch of my soul...they want out...and I can only hold them for so long...and I think the same is true for you.
Tell me about love. Tell me about your hopes for love, your current love...something about love. We all have some sort of love for something. I'm going to tell you about the woman I love.
There's no need for me to brag about her intelligence...you probably all know the stories. It's almost surreal to think anyone could accomplish what she has...yet be so young.
In this forum, so many times, we think back to being young...the days of innocence...purity...honesty and brutal truth.
Growing up I never celebrated Christmas...long story...but I know the feeling.
I know the *feeling* of being together as a family...when you would pick that present from under the tree...with your name on it...that was half the fun. Someone singled YOU out...YOU were special...you were the center of attention.
That's what she does. Even when I don't want it...she turns the spotlight on me. She makes me feel invinsible...she makes me a five year old.
Everytime she opens her mouth, the presents pour out of her mouth like a rainfall in the Amazon.
Think about that...visualize that for me.
I know you've seen the pictures...glistening clear blue water, falling so freely, so carefree from atop a cliff...no matter where you're at, or what you're doing, you want to be in that picture. You can see yourself diving into the water and basking in the sun.
She doesn't even have to try. For those of you who have been, or are in love...
...
She just talks to me. But it's honest. She speaks to me from her heart. She holds nothing back. She trusts that I am able to handle it...she has faith in me.
She puts everything on the line...for me.
She wakes up in the morning, and she thinks about me.
She gets out of bed, she stretches...staring in the mirror as she brushes her teeth...her thoughts dwindle back to the times we've spent together...walking in the streetlight laughing and holding hands...like what? Like children.
When she kisses me...her hand moves to my face...she holds me. I feel her soul, wrapping around mine, holding me close, keeping me safe from all the demons that have haunted me for so long.
She's so much stronger than those demons. So much stronger than I could ever be.
When she looks at me. She doesn't have to say a word.
I only wish everyone reading this could stare into those eyes.
That waterfall...that color...in it's absolute form...that's what she holds in her eyes. Honesty, truth, trust, integrity and love.
Our eyes meet...almost embarrased; I'm tempted to look away.
Again, futile.
She holds me...she beckons me to stay...Juliet calling for Romeo atop the balcony.
My heart is torn into a thousand peices everytime I hear her cries..."Where art thou?"...
...
If I could only help her to see...to understand...that I am, I will be, wherever she wants me to be. Whenever she wants me to be. Whatever she wants me to be.
We're young again. Five years old. Big brown eyes crying...because we have to go to bed.
Dad comes in our room, tucks us in, and tells us a story as we drift off into a land far away from the monsters in our closet.
Biologically I'm a man.
Emotionally I am nothing short of a disaster. Fear encompasses my soul, terror hides around every corner, the screams of persecution echo from every wall.
She comes in...she tucks me into bed.
She holds me close. No words are spoken.
Nothing matters. I don't have to be afraid anymore. For what I can't handle, she fights off.
Five year olds are so often confused. "Why?"...how often have you heard those words uttered from a child?
I ask her "Why?"...about anything and everything.
Without a moments delay she retorts with an answer that takes my breath away...not unlike the effect of her mere presense in the room.
I have sat in a room. With her. Surrounded by people...I only saw her.
I saw her deep in conversation with our mutual friend.
So confident..so right.. so perfect in every way that I look for the serpent to tempt me..
I'm sorry.
I apologize to her.
I apologize for the injustice that these pitiful words have done her.
No words, no writer, no emotion, no heart, no expression of the most intense beauty and profound desire could ever do justice to the way she makes me feel.
I must also apologize to the rest of you...as she is mine...and you can never understand what beauty she has to offer...I will do my best to share it with you...but, alas, I will always fail.
I'm stricken with the disease of the best kind.
I am head over heels in love, and no longer afraid to tell you about it.
How are you?
the both of you!!! 
