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This may just be the calm before the storm,
but I've got my umbrella ready just in case.

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His words just happen to enlighten my soul, warm my heart, and force a smile. Somedays it seems as though his words alone are the reason for my being. Here's what he has said,

"I can't wait until the day I lay beside you, brush your hair out of your face a swiftly, softly place my lips on yours. I love how that sounds. Us laying down, just waking up. Windows open, warm with a slight breeze making the curtains sway side to side. The sun grazes your face, making those eyes glow and make me fill with butterflies as I get nervous to even be in your presence. How's that sound baby?"
"Call it crazy, but I know where my heart belongs."


Even a few months back, he has stated,

"What I feel for you simply cannot be explained."
"I could say it every second for an eternity, and it wouldn't be a fraction of how much I do love you."


Now, do me a favor? Do not fall as deeply in love with him as I have. Next to impossible, right? Who knew words could possibly mean so much between two human beings? Call it crazy, but I know EXACTLY where my heart belongs.

Remember that last entry about distance? We'll find a way. I know it in my heart.

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I never understood what fate was, or how it even worked. I thought karma was just the name of some over-rated pop song. Luck was never around, so I figured it was just a figment of my imagination. The craziest thing I've ever heard was that "love" word everyone's always professing. The word that's used over and over again on sappy Halmark cards and through text messages. A word that's tossed around like wasted pennies into a wishing well. I've tossed pennies into many wells wondering what would happen, but I think that all of that wondering finally payed off.

See, it all started when I met this boy. He wasn't just a boy, his name was _____. The chemistry filled the gaps in between us, and though we were distant, we were close at heart. As time passed through, the gap increased and we drew apart.

That gap filled me for a long time. I'd sit down to write or draw and nothing would leave the lead of my pencil. Inspiration? Another word I didn't understand.

Recently those words came back to life. See, _____ and I began talking again. In fact, he actually introduced something completely new to me. You know the look on a child's face when they are first brought into a candy store? Or the smile a grandmother displays as her grandchild hands her a hand-made card? I think they call it something like "happiness." Yeah, _____ introduced me to happiness.

Not only has he brought a new meaning to being happy, he's defined love. He's captured butterflies from fields and stored them in my stomach. He's visited eskimos to borrow a chill to throw in my spine. He's stolen the stars from the sky to place them in my eyes. And most of all, he's taken the fake smiles painted in my pictures and drawn a lasting one on my face.

So who's _____?
He's my fate, my good karma, my luck, my love, my inspiration, and my happiness.

I love you.



]]> ~meggeroni http://meggeroni.deviantart.com/journal/16407848/ http://meggeroni.deviantart.com/journal/16407848/ Mon, 14 Jan 2008 18:33:16 PST
Before love, you never realize how cold you really are. You walk around outside with a smile not realizing how cold the wind is against your chest. Finally, when you fall, it's that warm blanket feeling after a cold walk outside. The heat surrounds you and you are wrapped up in it's comfort. The occasional draft taps you on the shoulder, but the feeling elsewhere takes over. Then, when you least expect it, the blanket's taken away. Love's fallen out and the comfort is removed. The cold blast of air smacks you in the face without warning. At that second, you wish you had never felt the warmth. If that warmth had never surrounded you, the cold wouldn't have hurt. The pain would be just a common cold that comes and goes with the wind. But there's hope in each shivering breath you continue to take. Pushing through the bitterness causes warmth from inside. Believing in that warmth draws you toward the feeling of love, comforting and misleading, love.

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]]> ~meggeroni http://meggeroni.deviantart.com/journal/16115313/ http://meggeroni.deviantart.com/journal/16115313/ Wed, 26 Dec 2007 20:33:25 PST I need a love that will hold my hand through my battles.
I need a love that's just as scared of falling faster as I am.
I need a love that's as sincere as my apologies.
I need a love that's not afraid to surprise me.
I need a love who's interested in sharing their interests with me.
I need a love who needs me as much as I need them.
I need a love that's hot like sweet summer and cool like late autumn.
I need a love who will stay by my side through all of the seasons.
I need a love who will face me when things grow darker.
I need a love who reaches down into my heart rather than my clothes.
I need a love who sees my emotions portray through my eyes.
I need a love who will comfort the goosebumps covering my skin.
I need a love who is ready to find themselves in me.
I need a love who isn't concerned about how we're perceived.
I need a love who will cup my face with their hands and make every kiss special.
I need a love who will build a castle around me with their arms, guarding my heart.
I need a love who will do anything to keep my heart in one piece.
I need a true love.

]]> ~meggeroni http://meggeroni.deviantart.com/journal/15571801/ http://meggeroni.deviantart.com/journal/15571801/ Mon, 19 Nov 2007 04:18:55 PST
I get those a lot. Lack of sleep and a tortured, sleepless mind.

It's one of those days where you can't pull yourself together, or seem to function correctly.

I get those a lot, too. It's like when you're thinking too hard when trying to do something, so you just can't.

Ever have one of those moments in time with someone you love, where time seems to stop? I think it makes up for all those late days, where time just keeps running away.

I need to catch up.

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Children let their minds wander and never hold back. They trust all adults and aren't afraid to hold hands. Yet, looking up into those deep eyes, they yearn to grow older, to be previliged.

As teenagers, we long for love and security. It's such a fast-paced age, that all we want is some time off, to be young and innocent on the playground, again. Stresses change from what color crayon to use, to what life decision to make.

Adults seem to feel the need to act younger. The time they've waited for all their lives now isn't as perfect as it seemed on TV. The air's gotten thicker, and regrets are catching up.

I want to stay forever young. I want to learn and grow. I want to grow old with the one I love.

I want, but what do I need?
There's a fine line between the two.

]]> ~meggeroni http://meggeroni.deviantart.com/journal/14755610/ http://meggeroni.deviantart.com/journal/14755610/ Sun, 23 Sep 2007 10:08:34 PDT
People always think their lust is love. You can't love someone until you know them inside and out. You may like the way they act, but it's when you notice and come to love the little things they do... like the way their face looks when they're feeling certain ways, or the way they rest their head on the arm when they're tired... Everything little thing about them makes you smile, and you can see a sparkle in their eye that no one else would notice, or even look for. Maybe I'm exaggerating, but that's love for you.

I was willing to fall, arms wide open, and be dropped. It reminds me of trust falls... you have to willingly fall, which is hard enough, and trust the person to catch you, even if they aren't so sure they want to. I let him hold my heart, knowing he had the power to help or hurt it. I should've cept my heart on a leash.

]]> ~meggeroni http://meggeroni.deviantart.com/journal/14220396/ http://meggeroni.deviantart.com/journal/14220396/ Sat, 18 Aug 2007 02:36:07 PDT
I used to be really weak, I crumbled under any pressure placed upon me... and then I changed. I went through more than anyone noticed, I fought myself, my emotions, my temptations. I went from being weak and depressed to being strong and happy. It's hard for me to stay sad, even through tough times, now. When I'm really upset I do not think straight, and I act without taking notice of what I'm really doing. I've been holding that pain in. A lot of things have shifted in my life this summer, and it's happened so sudden that I'm dizzy from all of the spinning around in circles. Bad things, good things, terrible things, amazing things. I've learned that every story has two sides. After a long day, there's always a long night. Dreams come true, but so do nightmares. I'm not the only person suffering, changing. So, what do you do when every single person you trust, you look up to, you vent to, crumbles? Do you follow in their footsteps, or do you continue to carry them home? When you're so down that the sun rays are dimmed do you shade them, or do you bring a flashlight? Options are on timer, and choices are dulling. I feel like I've got friends on my back, enemies following close behind, and my own self shooting darts at myself.

One of the hardest situations is being faced with an option between old and new. Old; dependable, comfortable, easy. New; questionable, exciting, challenging. Yes, I'm talking about people. Love... what do you do when you're unsure of it? Is that even possible? Everyone says you KNOW when you love someone, but what if it's your first love? There's a first for everything.

Stress never ends, it only takes short breaks. Life is beautiful no matter what, I'm just concerned.

<3 MW.

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