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the aristocrat
[ about Him ]
* name gary
* age 18
* dob 21sept1987
* dateofdeath soon
Bitched on the Saturday, May 21, 2005.
this is something qwen sent me. hahaha.. on a note pad.. so true. =x lols so touchingg damn.. Lols =D here goes.
Love is a word many a time misused. Love isn’t all sweet and mushy all the time. Sometimes to experience love, it is to experience all the obstacles along the way and to sacrifice one’s time and space. Love is when you know deep down inside that your other half is everything to you. Just so important to you...
She’s your other half, she completes you. She’s like the oxygen you breathe in where just one smile means everything to you. It cheers you up no matter how blue you’re feeling. It's just that one smile you long for first thing in the morning when you wake and the last thing when you fall asleep. The thoughts of her fills your mind constantly, the touch of her skin against yours, the smell of her hair, the sweet voice, the girlish grin with every little details of her lingering in your mind.
When everything just seems to remind you of her, the songs she dedicate and sing to you. Being head over heels in love feels so so special, so warm, it feels so magical. It's a honeymoon everyday with that very special person and everything else around you will seem so small compared to her.
She’s your world, your life, your sunshine, your guide, your path, your dream come true, your everything. She’s just so important to you that you’re willing to give her the stars and the moon just to see her smile, just to watch her blush a pale shade of pink. Not forgetting the moments she blinks her eyes in excitement and the giggles echoing in your ears. When you love the imperfect her, pefectly. It’s when you realise that she’s your lucky star, the charming prince of your fairy tale love story. She completes you, she completes your story. For without her, there’s no story and life will mean a nothing to you. For she’s that one piece of jigsaw which completes the entire puzzle.
Love is when you give up your lil bad habits for her even if she keeps quiet about them. Love is when you wake up early in the morning just to give her a surprise visit or a phone call just to see her and hear her once again. Love is when you feel happy all the time, so happy you feel like holding her hand and flying to the moon. Love is when you hear her cough or cry and you get so worried as you feel the pain deep within you just to watch her hurt. Despite the times she says she’s ok, you still feel hurt cos whatever hurts her, hurts you too.
Love is when you’re willing to be tired when you have something on the next day yet spend it with him. Love is when you do silly things for each other, even when you know your friends will laugh their heads off if you told them about it.
Love is when you and him create a we-are-so-in-love profile in friendster just to let the whole world know how important you guys are to each other. Love is when you feel that he’s the oreo cream and you’re the oreo biscuit in a glass of milk cos you and him simply go together so perfectly. Love is when you write her a song and play the guitar while singing it to her in the middle of the night. Love is when you stay up the whole night with her just to catch the eclipse of the moon together. Love is when you see a halo right above her head cos you know she’s the angel of your life, the one sent down by the Lord above.
Love is when you feel so afraid just by the thought of losing her and will do anything to keep her by your side even if it's for a day. Love is when you realise that no matter how lame his jokes are, you don’t feel that he’s some loser but laugh at his cuteness instead. Love is when her voice seems cute all the time. Be it when she's pissed or upset or happy. The tingling feeling she sends down your spine. Love is when you can’t pay attention in class cos you’re always writing your first name with his last while thinking of what he's doing at that present moment. Love is when he gets into trouble but yet you help him cover up. Love is when you and him create pet names for each other.
Love is when you never forget every memory you have with him. Love is when you copy every single sms he sends you and lock them up in your little drawer. Love is when you playback all the voicemails he send you over and over again. Love is when you write oh-so-mushy poems for him in your blog hoping he'll read them. Love is when you think of names together to name “our” kids. Love is when you miss him so very much even when he’s beside you. Love is when you look right into his eyes, deep into the depths of his heart and tell him how much you long for him and how much your heart beats for him and how much you wanna have a future with him.
Love is when you tell him you that you live for his smile, for that smirk and the grin and for every single detail that makes him a person, a person so full of love and a person whom you love just so much that you know deep down inside that he’s the guy you wanna grow old with and spend the rest of your life with. That’s true love.
