♥ Subtitle: I'm glad all of two people read this.

Rant and ramble time? I think so.
Dear world,
I think I'm in love. I know I have used this expression before, but I finally truly believe that I am in love with her. She's absolutely perfect, in every single way. From the gorgeous mane of fire that burns atop a head containing more intelligence than that of even the smartest, all the way down to her freckled legs and feet, I love everything about her. She is the perfect combination of inner beauty and outer beauty. Honestly, she's the absolute best thing to ever walk into my life. I honestly cannot describe what I feel anymore, except that when I'm with her, it's like nothing else in the world matters. It's euphoric.
It's like I'm Noel Gallagher, and she's my Wonderwall.
Perhaps we're Romeo and Juliet with a better fate.
All I know for sure is that these two months and three days have been the absolute best two months and three days of my entire life, and I hope know this will never end.

Not that anyone reads this anyways.

Nobody hears the words you say
The lies that you lift up
Not a damn thing is listening 
To those words you scream aloud

Only you can save yourself,
Only you can find the way
Only I can save my self
I'll pay the price in blood today.

Illusions, Allusions.(Old)

Illusions, allusions, all in my head.
Nonetheless, my heart still lies dead.
Beating no more, it's still in your hand.
Thought I held yours too and I don't understand.
It may sound naive or it may sound untrue.
You were my love, I cared for only you.
I tried not to care, to bottle this up
I'm up in the air, and unrequited love, for lack of a better word sucks.
I said that I loved you with all of my heart,
And you said that we could never fall apart.
You lied. You broke me.
Stole my favorite thing.
Keep it, receive this, and remember how this feels.


^I'm so glad I'm with someone that will never make me feel like this again.

Love.

So, in English, we've been assigned a definition paper on love, and I realized I have a really strict definition of it. It's not like, your normal ooey gooey definition, and it's not a dictionary definition either. But there are like, 4 different kinds of love to me, so I have to find a way to define them all.

• Friend love-That's the kind of love when you know that no matter what mistakes you may make or how badly things turn out that you will always be able to trust them, and that they will not ever turn their backs to you.
• Parental love-That's love that you get from your parents, clearly. It's unconditional. No matter what happens, your parents are there. They'll love you more than a true friend will. There's no catch, they just love you, and always will.
• Objective love- Love for a sport, a phone, etc etc. Not for another person. It's often the most rewarding, in terms of achievement anyways, and is also often unrequited.

This leaves one kind of love. The kind I have yet to define. I find it inexplicable, often only caused by a chain reaction of chemicals in the central nervous system, yet it is the most enjoyable of them all. 

• Romantic love- I think everyone has their own definition here, and I don't think saying I love you to your significant other every five minutes is necessary. If you love them, and they love you, then you don't need to keep saying it, as to assure yourself. But you either love someone or you don't. There is no think, just as there is no try. You do or do not. You either know, or you hold it in. There are people who say overuse I love you, but I don't think it refers to this. I tell my friends I love them all the time. I haven't said it once to my girlfriend. Honestly though, how do you know when you are in love? I have no clue, but I get the feeling I'm going to find out soon enough.

Answers

Our lives,

Our sanity,

Our decisions,

Our very existence.

We question them, 

but we never really know. 

We're unsure, 

of what lies before us.

Our future,

Our destiny,

what is to happen,

it all depends on what has.

What lies ahead,

is the result of what lies behind. 

Our life is but a simple question,

but is it truly rhetorical?

We look for an answer,

but perhaps,

we know the answer.

Perhaps, 

we are to take up arms, like the Romans before us

Wear our armor, speak our beliefs.

Fight for Our truths,

Our ideas,

Our opinions.

Perhaps, 

We are the answer

Today.

Today was great.
I came to several realizations, the first and foremost of which being that my girlfriend makes AMAZING cookies...When she doesn't use too much salt. In all reality, this Valentines day far exceeded my expectations. Sure, there were the average displays of voracious consumerism, but I also saw another front: Gifts from the heart. It didn't make a difference to the recipients whether it was a necklace, a poem, a stuffed bear, cupcakes that on which the icing spelled "I LOVE YOU" or a tub full of chocolate chip cookies. All that mattered to the people who got gifts was knowing that they were on the person's mind. It's always nice to know someone cares about you, isn't it?

Now for the rant/manifesto.
When you find out someone truly cares for you how do you handle it? Do you tell them how you feel, be it mutual or contradictory? Do you just let an opportunity pass you by? I never have. I always admitted my true feelings, one way or another. I'm sorry that I've moved on and you haven't, but that's not my fault whatsoever. You're the one that was too late. Anyways, all that stuff happened in MAY of LAST YEAR. Let it go. That's the only way you'll ever be happy. I'm with her, and I'm never going to be with you. Drop it. It's the called the past for a reason; The opportunity passed by you, and you didn't take it up. Did you think I was going to wait for you? No, I wasn't. So when you told me that day, I pretty much told you it was too late. Shit happens. Opinions change. People change. Learn to live with it. No need to act like a fucking baby and make drama out of absolutely nothing just because I didn't want you. I'm sick of you, the way you behave, and the way you go about getting the things you want. Just leave me alone and quit making something from nothing. I'm finally happy and you have to come fuck it up for me. I was having a great day, until you said something, and this is what I think about the entire situation. Oh, and before you accuse me of talking behind your back, it's because I respect you enough not to be totally rude.

Anyways, back to the happy. I can't believe how amazingly lucky I am to have the girl that I do. She's amazing, and wonderful, and all but perfect. I can see this one lasting quite awhile, because I'm not letting go until she makes me.

Saint Valentine's Day

So, today is February 13th, which means that tomorrow is February 14th, referred to by many as Valentine's Day. Chances are, if you're single, you hate Valentine's Day, and if you're not, you don't. I'm the exception. I hate Valentine's Day for what it has become, and I'm in the best relationship of my life. 


You see, it has become a corporate holiday, perverted from a celebration of the ability of love to persevere through anything to a holiday where you have to buy buy buy just to say three simple words. No. If you love someone, say it with words and actions. Not a necklace, a bouquet, a giant teddy bear and some chocolates.


Saint Valentine married people when marriage was outlawed. He believed in the true capacity of love. Love and War are not friends, or similar. Believe in the power of love, and just use those three words tomorrow, with everything else being secondary.

"It's as easy as 1,2- 1,2,3,4 There's only 1 thing 2 do 3 words 4 you- (I love you) I love you There's only 1 way 2 say those 3 words and that's what I'll do. I love you."