Me Being a Wuss. . .

[Constantine]

She walks into the room, her grace and beauty keeping me at a blissful happiness. Such a wonderful creature, as if from some other world. She laughs aloud, her dirty blonde hair accentuating her beautifuly shapened face. She was flawless, such which has supposedly proven to be impossible.

It is her that I long for, the one who I love, but alas- the one I can never get. Oh, how I long to feel her lips lightly touch mine. How I long for her to see me as her rock and support; the one who can pick her up when she falls.

It will never happen, this blissful happiness slowly fading away, for I knew she only torments my mind. I know she is all I can think about, and I hate her for this. She never ceases to find her way to grace my mind, or bring me to my kness, because I know her being mine is such a ridiculous, distant dream.

Friends is not enough for me. I can never feel the satisfaction of her love towards me. Friends for two years, and this love, once more begins to grow. A love so deeply intense and true that it is much impossible to avoid it and get away with it.
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Alas, the one who graces and torments me at one time can be seen out in the field, having a great time with friends. I stay far away, not knowing if she would like to see me. I would understand if she would not.

I wait and hope she sees me and invites me over and my small wish comes true. She spots me trudging along, feeling sorry for myself. Her eyes become wide as she yells out my name and runs to me. I can only stare as she knows that I love seeing her.

She runs to me, arms wide and all I can do is accept this. This acceptance and her arms were around mine. I fall to the ground and bring her with me. A feeling aroused in my mind as this love came upon me once more as we both laughed. This was perfect.

We talk and talk, having a great time, but alas, we both had to part. But before this parting took place, it was her lips that touched my cheek that made we wonder if I was dreaming or in some twisted reality. It was neither. This was a true reality. She had to be mine. . .she just had to. . .it was meant to be. . .wasn't it?
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It is this girl that leads me to tears or leads me to my happiness. A tremendously graceful being that I can only long for, and it is this that I can only do.

But the thoughts of her die down. The tears slowly fade. The happiness still remains. I still lover like no other I have known, but when I think of her it is happiness; and am I glad for this. . .


Ooc: Yes, I am being a wuss. But I had to do it.

[Mr Spork]

That was quite impressive. Very, very good. It was quite a touching story. Very well written, I thought. It was sort of depressing but sort of happy at the same time. I liked it a lot.

[Constantine]

Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.

[Owl]

I really thought that was good, listening to AFI while reading it helped too. Quite touching, well written...I like it.

[Constantine]

Thank you as well.

[CurryMonster]

This is pretty good, Phoenix. Romance isn't usually my bag, but I like this. Keep it up.

[Constantine]

Thanks. Romance really isn't my thing either, but when you have a girl on your mind that you just can't get out, it usually turns out good.

[Fiend10]

wow... 1 question.. true story? cuz the details seem pretty real, and good.

nice story

[Jeff]

It was good and all, and well written, but your format was a bad-choice. Honestly, being that this is more of a vision, not so much a fic or story, you shouldn't have kept it in big paragrahs. You should've made it more like a poem, and either keep a continuous tone, or break it down into more lines, than large sections of writing.

[The Dark Side]

That was good writing in my opinion, you have good control of the language Phoenix. It lso posesses that quality to where most people (guys) can relate to it in some form. And to Fiend10 it shouldn't matter if it's true, look at it as art or a story, not as his journal. Keep up the good work Phoenix (or just tell her, jeez... you don't want to hit summer regretting not having said something)