Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Sept 14, 2010 18:20:58 GMT -7
Okay since this probably won't fit anywhere in the story and I need to write because I need to let this muse out, here is something I just wrote like now. 8'D It's Lovino. I KNOW IT'S WEIRD but hurr. o.o
IT'S LOVINO ABOUT AMERICA.
I still can remember the first day I met him. Just by looking at him, I immediately knew that I wanted to be with him. His tall figure, blonde hair, and never ending smile. He was everything I wasn't, but everything I needed. I didn't know what came to me, when I saw him. He was just a bastard like everyone else around me yet, I felt lonesome when deprived from him. I didn't feel this with anyone I met. I don't understand why my heart kept beating so fast every time I was near him. This feeling, this pain, it felt like the one of some destined lover I would hear in stories, and we weren't even together yet. Back then, to me, it was an love story, but also a tragedy. I wanted to be with him at all time, I wanted, no I needed, to see his face everyday. I don't know what, I don't know how, and I don't know why, but I couldn't resist the crave to be near him. The more we were together, and the more we talked, the more I needed him beside me. But I already knew in my heart, it was never going to happen.
A person like me, with him; was anything but ordinary. I can't show my feelings, and I just bottle them in and hide them by insulting him every time I have the chance. Which pulls him away from me... Farther....and Farther away from me. And every step he took a step back, my feelings went with it. It was never fate this was going to happen. It was never destined for us together. We were like two people living on different worlds except he didn't know that I wanted to live in his. Did he ever recognize what I did for him? Did he know I wanted him to be near me? Did he know that... that I loved him? Every night, my heart ached when I thought to myself about it. I wasn't the only one who wanted his heart, and I didn't want it stolen from anyone else. I wanted to run far with my feelings with him. I wanted no one else but him, I needed no one else but him, and without thought, I finally confessed to him.
And my heart nearly burst when he replied to me back. Replied to me back that he loved me back too. Feelings in my chest that I never knew about, I started to feel. Once I had him finally in my heart, it felt like something lifted inside of me, and like something was growing. Before, I didn't know what the hell it was. But I knew that I wanted more of it. To love someone. To love someone like me. It was like nothing i've experienced before. All my life I always thought to myself, i'd never find someone who could take a freak like me. And now i've found someone, who never thought that I was a freak in the first place. He made me feel special. Like I was needed, and liked me for who I was. I didn't have to fake to be someone else, I didn't have to close myself up with him. He made me feel proud about who I was. Even though I fight with him, he puts up with it.... Each time I do something bad he still loves me... I wasn't a child to him, and no matter what I do he still loved me. I wanted to tell him what he's done for me. I would have never have thought that something like Love, would have changed my whole life completely.
And since I was with him now, I had the courage to tell him it. But not with words. Each time we kissed, I showed him that I cared about him, and each hug and touch I felt from him, I knew that he was trying to show me back too. And once we smiled to each other, there was no deny that our love was true. No we were not fated for each other, and we aren't a perfect couple. But what we had was something irreplaceable, something that i'd never trade for anything in the world....
As I drifted to sleep, I gazed on him as he was drowsily going along with me. I knew it was too impossible on how I could thank him for everything he's done for me, and he already knew that too. Though there was only one sentence I could think of that made up for every time I couldn't think of something good to say, which meant even more then a simple thanks. And which I said,
"I love you..."
Before closing my eyes to sleep.
Listen to this: www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNqBsQiNoAU&feature=related
IT'S LOVINO ABOUT AMERICA.
I still can remember the first day I met him. Just by looking at him, I immediately knew that I wanted to be with him. His tall figure, blonde hair, and never ending smile. He was everything I wasn't, but everything I needed. I didn't know what came to me, when I saw him. He was just a bastard like everyone else around me yet, I felt lonesome when deprived from him. I didn't feel this with anyone I met. I don't understand why my heart kept beating so fast every time I was near him. This feeling, this pain, it felt like the one of some destined lover I would hear in stories, and we weren't even together yet. Back then, to me, it was an love story, but also a tragedy. I wanted to be with him at all time, I wanted, no I needed, to see his face everyday. I don't know what, I don't know how, and I don't know why, but I couldn't resist the crave to be near him. The more we were together, and the more we talked, the more I needed him beside me. But I already knew in my heart, it was never going to happen.
A person like me, with him; was anything but ordinary. I can't show my feelings, and I just bottle them in and hide them by insulting him every time I have the chance. Which pulls him away from me... Farther....and Farther away from me. And every step he took a step back, my feelings went with it. It was never fate this was going to happen. It was never destined for us together. We were like two people living on different worlds except he didn't know that I wanted to live in his. Did he ever recognize what I did for him? Did he know I wanted him to be near me? Did he know that... that I loved him? Every night, my heart ached when I thought to myself about it. I wasn't the only one who wanted his heart, and I didn't want it stolen from anyone else. I wanted to run far with my feelings with him. I wanted no one else but him, I needed no one else but him, and without thought, I finally confessed to him.
And my heart nearly burst when he replied to me back. Replied to me back that he loved me back too. Feelings in my chest that I never knew about, I started to feel. Once I had him finally in my heart, it felt like something lifted inside of me, and like something was growing. Before, I didn't know what the hell it was. But I knew that I wanted more of it. To love someone. To love someone like me. It was like nothing i've experienced before. All my life I always thought to myself, i'd never find someone who could take a freak like me. And now i've found someone, who never thought that I was a freak in the first place. He made me feel special. Like I was needed, and liked me for who I was. I didn't have to fake to be someone else, I didn't have to close myself up with him. He made me feel proud about who I was. Even though I fight with him, he puts up with it.... Each time I do something bad he still loves me... I wasn't a child to him, and no matter what I do he still loved me. I wanted to tell him what he's done for me. I would have never have thought that something like Love, would have changed my whole life completely.
And since I was with him now, I had the courage to tell him it. But not with words. Each time we kissed, I showed him that I cared about him, and each hug and touch I felt from him, I knew that he was trying to show me back too. And once we smiled to each other, there was no deny that our love was true. No we were not fated for each other, and we aren't a perfect couple. But what we had was something irreplaceable, something that i'd never trade for anything in the world....
As I drifted to sleep, I gazed on him as he was drowsily going along with me. I knew it was too impossible on how I could thank him for everything he's done for me, and he already knew that too. Though there was only one sentence I could think of that made up for every time I couldn't think of something good to say, which meant even more then a simple thanks. And which I said,
"I love you..."
Before closing my eyes to sleep.
Listen to this: www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNqBsQiNoAU&feature=related
