okay
I quit.
Quitting is for losers? I guess I'm a loser. I don't - I can't - i don't know.
It's hard to explain, but so easy to feel.
He's just not something I can just throw away and go on to the next one (something I did to a lot of guys). I just don't understand what's so special about him. It's not his innocent look, nor his way of making me feel over powered; I guess it's his heart. His heart is so strong, and carrys so much emotion that he bottles up. I don't believe his cover. I believe there is more, nobody has gotten to the core yet.
I want to.
I must not be so stupid to fall for such a retched beast, but that beast has so much beauty deep within. A beauty not seen from the exterior, but much more. I've reached it once, only once. I will never forget that night. It was very special to me to hear such words coming out of the mouth of an angel. It touched me, and made me smile. I want to reach that part again, but once you've exit, I don't think you can get back. Unless...... *sigh*
My friends tell me to leave him by himself, that he doesn't know what he's doing and people like that don't deserve people like me, but they don't know him like I do. They don't know that he's a human being like the rest of us. We all have our flaws, who are we to judge? It hurts me to hear them say such things about my dear angel. They know nothing about him - NOTHING! Only the complaints I put in. They don't know how genuine and honest he is, how he cares so much and is protective over the ones he loves, how he begins to ramble on about things when he tries to put things into perspective, how he shows sympathy when he feels that he is in the wrong, how he writes about his pain and it kills me to see him go threw such things, how he freaks out and asks for names as if he was going do something, how he makes sure those he talks to aren't uncomfortable about his upcoming actions, how he is so head strong and takes his beliefs seriously, how he remembers things as if they were tattoed on his hand. They know nothing. They're liars. He doesn't hurt me; I hurt myself. It's my fault, not his.
Uhmmm... I think I'm done. I have nothing else I want to say on the matter. It's whatever I guess.
It's hard to explain, but so easy to feel.
He's just not something I can just throw away and go on to the next one (something I did to a lot of guys). I just don't understand what's so special about him. It's not his innocent look, nor his way of making me feel over powered; I guess it's his heart. His heart is so strong, and carrys so much emotion that he bottles up. I don't believe his cover. I believe there is more, nobody has gotten to the core yet.
I want to.
I must not be so stupid to fall for such a retched beast, but that beast has so much beauty deep within. A beauty not seen from the exterior, but much more. I've reached it once, only once. I will never forget that night. It was very special to me to hear such words coming out of the mouth of an angel. It touched me, and made me smile. I want to reach that part again, but once you've exit, I don't think you can get back. Unless...... *sigh*
My friends tell me to leave him by himself, that he doesn't know what he's doing and people like that don't deserve people like me, but they don't know him like I do. They don't know that he's a human being like the rest of us. We all have our flaws, who are we to judge? It hurts me to hear them say such things about my dear angel. They know nothing about him - NOTHING! Only the complaints I put in. They don't know how genuine and honest he is, how he cares so much and is protective over the ones he loves, how he begins to ramble on about things when he tries to put things into perspective, how he shows sympathy when he feels that he is in the wrong, how he writes about his pain and it kills me to see him go threw such things, how he freaks out and asks for names as if he was going do something, how he makes sure those he talks to aren't uncomfortable about his upcoming actions, how he is so head strong and takes his beliefs seriously, how he remembers things as if they were tattoed on his hand. They know nothing. They're liars. He doesn't hurt me; I hurt myself. It's my fault, not his.
Uhmmm... I think I'm done. I have nothing else I want to say on the matter. It's whatever I guess.
-Ari
