deep think. simple say.

Childhood. We played pirate ship in his tree house, practically lived at each others homes, friendship being planted since birth. A lazy smile plays on his lips, a smirk that duplicates his smart aleck nature, the title of trouble maker is all over his face. His eyes get squinted, almost disappearing when he laughs at our jokes. His nonchalant saunter is an unmistakably trade mark, slowly taking in every moment of his day. Speaking in an octave lower than what would sound natural. He has a constant serious tone, especially when telling yet another humorous prank he has pulled, making it appear mature. While in his teasing behavior and staged cool, his love never fails to touch his eyes. His sincerity and intense care, I’ve never seen in any other person. Summer came and my mom’s sickness was at its worst. My deepest horror had come true, my mother was helpless. Fragile. Constant pain in her eyes.   The weight of the world was in my hands. During her treatment, I stayed with him. ...

Im afraid. I'm afraid of a lot. But just enough. I'm afraid of failure but I'm afraid to never try. I'm afraid of the dark but I embrace the night. I'm afraid of their laughter but i laugh inside. I'm afraid of love but I'm afraid I won't have yours. I'm afraid of lost time but I hurry to wait. I'm afraid of losing my family but I'm never home on the weekends. I'm afraid of my imagination yet here I am still writing. I'm afraid of elevators but won't take the stairs. I'm afraid of snakes but....yeah, I'm just afraid of snakes. I'm afraid of being average but I'm so far from perfect. I'm afraid of drowning but I take showers everyday. I'm afraid of the thorns but I still smell the roses. I'm terrified of life but here I am still living.

You picked me up around 7 or 8, and we talked and laughed and drove around all night. Took me to the hills for a film play under the stars. You didnt watch, neither did i. Lost in thoughts and what ifs. You took the chance and held my hand. Golden, excited eyes. All i see. Wanted to freeze that moment, so i could stop and stare. I wasnt sure what it would be but all i could see was the dark blue sky, the stars shine bright and your smiling eyes beneath your lids. I held my breath, tasted your lips and felt your skin. Just wanted to be your everything. We could be anything. We lived our lives together then. And i was such a fool for you. You were by my side, with your hand in mine. You had the heart to my key. Those nights, whispers. i smiled because the words sounded so cute and right. You were the guy that held my world still when my life got shook. Didnt care what i wore, no matter what, i still found your love. All i knew, i was safe when you were around. Held me in your arms,...

"You never know how strong you are, until being strong is the only choice you have..."

Kindergarten? love is giving her your chocolate milk. love is chasing him around at reccess. love is infecting him with cooties. love is a smile. Middle School? love is no man's land, unknown. love is a flower bud. love is telling everyone else you like him, but not telling him. love is naive. High School? love is a rollercoaster. love is lost. love is found. love is texting everyday...all day. love is control of your weekend hours. love is loss of sleep from talking all night. love is holding hands. love is a wink from across the room. love is lust. Marriage? love is compromise. love is sacrifice. love is your other half. love is making him his favorite meal... everynight. love is doing the dishes for her. love is true. love is deep. love is combining two perfectly fine lives into one amazing life. love is selfless. love is work, but love is worth it. love is anxiousness. love is wanting them to be happy, even without you. love is wanting their success. love is anything ...

The stone wall broke down this week. It had a heart, passionate and soft. Surrounding it was the stone, the army allowed no one to touch it's tender heart. That stone was called pride, assumed strength, image. August: a small crack was formed, breaking near the heart; but it was still protected. The applied caulking held tight near the surface, but remained soft near the center. January came and a rain drenched the wall, the trial chipped the hardened surface from it's weakening crack. The soft caulking was revealed, very near the wall's sterile heart. One simple hug washed it away; the heart began to shiver. One comforting hand; the heart shook. The stone around it crumbling down.  The dynamite was called care. The hammers were called love. Pounding with every compassionate thought, the heart was exposed. It was beating now, weakening the walls itself. It felt naked, no longer hidden. Vulnerable and embarrassed. Weak and abnormal at first, but grew stronger each day...