I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we’re great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I’m sure that’s what you’ll call it. I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. You are the-the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is-is-is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can’t take this anymore. I can’t stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can’t-I can’t look into your eyes without feeling that-that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can’t talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And I know this will probably queer our friendship – no pun intended – but I had to say it, ’cause I’ve never felt this way before, and I-I don’t care. I like who I am because of it. And if bringing this to light means we can’t hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just, I couldn’t allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And, you know, I’ll accept that. But I know, I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there’s a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. And all I ask, please, is that you just – you just not dismiss that, and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. Alyssa, there isn’t another soul on this fucking planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I’m with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can’t deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I am forever changed because of who you are and what you’ve meant to me, which – while I do appreciate it – I’d never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of.
Monthly Archive for April, 2011
Well. I am a guy. At least I feel like that. (!) Phsyically and mentally I am a guy. Yes. So I can write about us. Here is guy types.
Juicy:
This kind is the most popular. They can called as US type. The popular culture, R&B can symbolize them. You can understand this kind of people by 1000+ friends on their Facebook. They call theirselves sympathic, friendly or popular. It’s their motto to try to flirt every girl they saw in the club, in the places whereever they are into. They are generally hang out with their 1-2 buddies. When they enter the place they say hi to everybody. You can call them “boybitch” It’s the same when you are a girl and you are bitch. He is a boy but he is bitch. Bitches (girl ones) are well with them. Generally near them, you can see a lot of bitches. (girl ones) but their targets are generally not the bitches ones. That’s why the bitches near them are usually called by them “a buddy” But they’re both bitches. Whatever.
Metallica Type:
This kind is living with their ipods. Sharing rumbly musics on Facebook and after said to people the meaning is under the stoned soloist “noise”. This kind is still in the high school, still have somethings not solved from their childhood. Unnecessary revolution needs in their blood. They are trying to show theirselves which are they couldn’t show by their speeches, characters or behaviours. They put theirselves in one strong niche community and there is no need to improve theirselves. My music is symbolize me thing is on. Stay away , or you find yourself listening from your ipod the same musics.
Ambitious:
The mankind who you want to be marry 
All marks are good, crazy ambition on the lessons. Trying to do their best on their lessons. Planning everything, even the marriage time is exist on their life. You can understand them on Facebook; by 1.909.399 line status update and always update about their successes on the lessons or on the projects. Probably yes; they will be successfull in their future life. This kind of people; directing the world. That’s why It’s getting not liveable day by day.
Shy Type:
The kind a guy who are always afraid to take the first step. One move or just one word can make think for years. Their relationships are divided to 2. One with a girl. And one in their heads. This kind of guys; can be ok with their same type. If they are with bitches life become hell for them. And generally the second happen. For every stupid shy guy in the world, there are 1 bitches. It has to be prevented and bewared to get into the society for that kind.
Every Type:
Mixed type we can say. Mixturing of every type. Smetimes funny, sometimes shy, sometimes juicy, sometimes put theirselves into one community and live for it. Sometimes successfull and sometimes “a freak”. So less, don’t let them out If you find.
Rich:
Father’s money. Cars, fancy dresses. Their money can make them “omg!! he is so cute!” Girls can feel theirselves successfull and attractive when they are with that kind of a guy. But for sure; all his mind is targeted for one thing; your pussy. Yes, yes you are beatiful villager.
Next week; girls types which is funnier. Happy Sundays.
