I want to go through this.
I need to.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Because you love jazz and i, classical music.
These days are more often filled with fights than tenderlovingcare. Raised voices and slammed doors are not so odd anymore, the new jarring music is becoming a normality, and a painful thud in the heart. why? is love always like this? a beautiful first act, and then a slow, melancholic second act? Are we going to follow the style of a typical classical music piece? Can we not follow your jazzy tune instead - but that would be more erratic then ever, its high and low notes hitting randomly anywhere, everywhere. We have seen the monsters come out at each other now. The ugly sides that we carefully hide under the crook of our elbow, knees, neck, hidden so that the world will only see the best of us and never the worst. Yet. I have seen yours now, and you mine. Sometimes, it hurts. Sometimes it's a reality i don't want to go through. Yet.
Love.
Fights are never happy. But through fights, bonds get stronger (or weaker) and ultimately, it's up to us to let love win it all or allow the poisonous venoms to seep into this sanctuary, this refuge of something pure and simple. I might cry. I might hurt. But i am glad, and happy that at the end of it all, i still have you and you, still have me and this love that we have found? It's still beating strongly as ever.
These days are more often filled with fights than tenderlovingcare. Raised voices and slammed doors are not so odd anymore, the new jarring music is becoming a normality, and a painful thud in the heart. why? is love always like this? a beautiful first act, and then a slow, melancholic second act? Are we going to follow the style of a typical classical music piece? Can we not follow your jazzy tune instead - but that would be more erratic then ever, its high and low notes hitting randomly anywhere, everywhere. We have seen the monsters come out at each other now. The ugly sides that we carefully hide under the crook of our elbow, knees, neck, hidden so that the world will only see the best of us and never the worst. Yet. I have seen yours now, and you mine. Sometimes, it hurts. Sometimes it's a reality i don't want to go through. Yet.
Love.
Fights are never happy. But through fights, bonds get stronger (or weaker) and ultimately, it's up to us to let love win it all or allow the poisonous venoms to seep into this sanctuary, this refuge of something pure and simple. I might cry. I might hurt. But i am glad, and happy that at the end of it all, i still have you and you, still have me and this love that we have found? It's still beating strongly as ever.
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