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You know what? Let's just forget it. They've won. That's it. That's all there is to it. Amanda's right...
*Shrugs and sighs* I mean, we're totally blind. How could we ever doubt that everyone else liked being with them? I mean... they're perfect right? And even if we try to be fun, or funny , or loveable... or even truly love them... it never changes the fact that Kharras is a magical firebird, or that Frost is some prince from a frozen world. We are mortal men.... who have faults, and although those many different stories claim that "love conquers all", our love is less than that of something that is channeled through a girl in California who is 24 and goes to anime conventions, who introduces girls to her perfect mates and makes them see how dull and completely pathetic the living breathing fleshen counterparts are, no matter how much they dance, smile, cry, bleed, or scream for them... and when they try to show the women they love that they don't want to loose them to the perfect beings not of this world, woman rejects him, because he is not their 'perfect beings'. They are not their loves, because they can't be magical, or tell stories of fantasmal worlds that they haven't seen. No, they have human lives, and human ideals... Man, mortal man, are doomed to love and never be loved in return for truth. We are the teddy bears when the perfect ones are away. We are petted and told we're loved, until the Perfect ones come back through the fingers of the 24 year old girl, and then we are abandoned. We are neglected. We are left because we can't be what you find enticing. WE can't be what you want... no matter how much we try, and beg, and pray. We want to be what you want... if we could sell our souls, we would... but we can't find the one to sell them to. We can only cry out to you, beg you to come back... to feel even an ember of our undying love and devotion... but when even barely exposed... before you can even remember what a mortal man's love is... the perfect ones return... and you are whisked away again, and our crucible begins anew...
I've counted, dear, sweet Ember... how many lives were affected for the good, and the bad...
You can speak for yourself. You enjoy their company. That I understand. Autumn... Autumn enjoys their company... but you can't speak for your friends. They must have a tongue of their own...
... But... I know that... I drown in that same sea, alongside the ones who lost their loves to the perfect guys... and though I cry and scream that I love Autumn... she'll never hear me... because Nicole's Frost whispers in her ear. Brent still drowns beside me... though he tries to hide it, he is hurt too. Just like Skye will scream and cry that he loves you, but you won't hear him because Nicole's Kharras will be whispering in your ear.
Don't call us henchmen, my friend... that's insulting beyond belief... you lump my friends, who suffer because our undying love is being blocked from our loved one's ears, as low, because they can't accept it as an every day thing?
Romeo died seeing Juliet in death... She was his lover... his one true love... He wouldn't continue without her. When you find the one that you have the sweetest connection... the one that after spending time with her, getting to know her, her ups and downs, the things she loves and the things she hates, meeting her friends, perhaps her family, and falling in love with all of them... you have that click. The one that says "I love this girl... this girl and no other. I will always love this girl". I had that. I thought that... and still do... think that for Autumn. Just as I know that Skye feels that same way about you. I have spoken with him yesterday... and the only thing he could think about was you at graduation. He said "This is it. I can finally meet my love of my life and there's nothing in my way!" because he graduated with everything he needed to get to that college where he can be closer to you. But that doesn't matter to you. Just as how much I love Autumn doesn't matter to her, or to Nicole, or to Frost. I can pledge my life to her, and it means dust on the wind, because perfect Frost is there. Skye went through two years of planning to be with you... Kharras can just appear on a whim, right? Or you believe he can. There is no effort for him... Skye has to climb over the jagged rocks of the earth to be with you. Kharras can fly right over them, right?
Because we are mortal, we aren't worth your time... no matter what effort we put into it, or what blood, pain, or agony we go through... we aren't worth dirt. Because the perfect koritaka or the pheonixes can be everything we are and more... all wrapped up in a perfect package that doesnt' have to put any effort into it. You can't think and have a mortal man appear.... perhaps that's our fatal flaw.
We try to be happy for you, we try to block out the pain... we try to accept the inevitable that we will never be that perfect package... and I guess the sooner we realize that, the sooner things will be easier for everyone... love is worthless, because no matter how strong we want to believe it is... we can't make it be strong enough to convince the ones we love that we can't live without them.
 Keoteki · Sun Jun 10, 2007 @ 06:33am · 6 Comments |
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