Thursday, July 24, 2008

  • so i have this friend, he's no astronomer, but he loves stars as much as i do. taiwan butcher's night skies.  but we found the "This and That" stars. they're always next to eachother in the sky, just left to the branch of the tree we stare under so we can never lose sight of them.

    i have this friend, he's no saint, but he loves God. he probobly has triple my heaven points, God likes him better by far. he's what stopped me from backsliding and pushed me back on track. when i'm brought low, his words bring real comfort because i know it's backed up by His.

    this friend, he's no musician, but he went to every single one of my music related events. considering last semester was full of them, he wasted quite a few dull hours sitting through concerts and recitals and practices in what he had no interest in, just to support me. i mean who goes to recitals if they can help it?

    friends, he's no superman, but he has saved me from various life threatening situations. we've had close calls with becoming dog food on several different occasions no joke, where without him telling me not to, i'd run, and i'd be food and game to "man's best friend". he caught me before i took a nose dive into a faceful of parking lot, reminded me to keep breathing when i started to get my not-so-frequent-anymore panic attacks. without him i'd be a mauled faceless nonbreathing... thing.

    my friend, your not perfect, but who in life is. i know i am far from. its the flaws that make any of us unique, that show the world that we're individual and different, not spat out in thousands by a machine, all monotonously the same, nothing to decifer any different. we can just be totally unperfect people, in an unperfect time and age, perfectly happy none the less.

    this fifth month was a bit harder to come by, but i'm glad we ironed out all the bumps, because your a bigger blessing than you know, matt. and i love. i love you. the long walks around the city, finding random flower fields,  fueling my m&m addiction, writing sweet things on post-it notes in my locker, "what time is it" the most over said words of my life, movie nights with the dorm men, those credit names, flower pressing, study halls, my huge fetish with spilling stuff on you, sunsets from way up there, breaking and entering, eyelash wishes, grape fruit juice, shotphobia, phone cards, plagoda, late nights, teas, detension, tech-ick-sa-ting, sucking up, elevator, breezeway, eye drops, long grass, big rain, walks home. we're so random.

    people can say and think and discuss all they want. they are entitled to their opions and the direction in which their conversation heads down. we're entitled to choose our own happyness. what a deal, this entitling thing.

    happy fifth :P you've made things a little easier to endure.

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