This story HAD a happy ending; but now I’m leaving it open for the moment.
I bet all of you experienced the feeling where you want to just beg God why on earth He picked such a… odd person to love. Or maybe why He chose this person over that person when that person is so much better; and that person is available but this person isn’t.
And then when you’re brushing your teeth you hit the toothbrush on a ledge; the toothbrush pounds the back of your throat and then you understand God’s telling you not to bother trying to ask why, but it’ll work out for the better.
Life’s odd, isn’t it? Oh, the beauty of irony.
Let’s begin this story, then.
Once upon a time, in a land? not far away.. oh, wait, I think that’s from Star Wars.
Screw the fairytale starting then and let’s get to business~
She entered my life during a period where life was a breeze for me. You know, cruise along.. grades alright, friends are cool, parents aren’t grounding you every which way.. that’s the idea.
I’m sure some of my friends will be wondering why I keep writing about love. Well, it’s simple- love’s the only thing that’s perfect, isn’t it?
In this jacked up, screwed up world, we find perfection confusing and, well, retarded. It’s the same reason why we can’t understand love, and the things people in love do.
As a book I read said: “Never trust a person in love, unless the person’s in love with you.”
How true.
Love’s greatest enemy is not hate. Not people like Hitler (don’t you love his moustache?), nor people who make your heart and then break it (I HATE YOU MEGAN FOX). I think love’s greatest enemy is those people who pretend- or think- they are in love, begin doing things that they think they should do, that people in love should do- but with the wrong motivation. Then they end up completely screwing the situation up- and they ask why.
Note: I’m not just talking about romantic love here. Brotherly and sisterly love kicks in as well.
Second note: To insert just a little tidbit of wisdom in here, it’s only in your head that you feel left out and looked down on.
Getting back to the story.
She was in need, you see.
Not in need of money, nor in need of love.
Yes, that’s right. NOT in need of love.
What she needed was just someone to show the right combination of character traits, to act in such-and-such a way, to do this and do that particular thing, so as to make her believe that this particular someone was trustable- and then she would open up.
I use the phrase “make her believe” because I think she was desperate enough for someone who could perform an act of a passable standard for her so she could tell him/her all the things she was experiencing.
Well, fine, you say that if we tweak that little we get she needed love.
Okay, I’m a confused person, okay? Well- to be frank- I have explored both sides of the.. coin, shall we say?
I’ll be back in a while; my father’s cutting the internet in a short while. Shall we say, ten seconds? See you all in a bit.
~With you.
*this is a STORY. Any words written in italics will be a story from now on. Any references to ANYONE, including myself, is purely unintended. Seriously.
September 9, 2009
Categories: Uncategorized . . Author: onelastsunset . Comments: 3 Comments
for the Lord is my vengeance and my justice, my sword and my shield. In the end, we don’t need to get our hands dirty- God does it with far more style and slickness then we ever can.
ACS CELEBRATE!! I’ll spend the day camping at home starting on my new book and playing Guitar Hero.. Wanted to jam but the guys just feel lazy to XD
