Still clueless, but I think I might have a clearer idea of what to do around here.
I'm going to go and hide now....
There are two people you’ll meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.
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There once was a dragon who lived in a cave. It was a rather posh cave, with velvet lined chairs and beautifully carved bookcases in the sides of the walls. There was a cheery glow from the blood stained lamps and there were decorative skulls hanging from the ceilings, but he felt there was something missing. He had friends to make merry with, plenty of tasty villagers to eat and he even had countless books for knowledge of many things. And yet, he still felt something was missing.
He spent many centuries searching for this missing thing. Was it a pastry he was craving? Nay, for he had sampled every dessert, pie and pastry all the lands had to offer. Was it some forbidden tome? Again, nay, for he had all the forbidden tomes to keep him busy for many millennia to come. Was it a mate? Oh, a thousand times nay for he has forsaken love as a mere myth invented by humans to keep their wretched species going.
After many countless centuries, he had almost given hope of finding this missing thing that would make him whole. He was wondering through a random city he walked into a darkly colored store, hoping to buy a drink to drown his sorrows in. That or get enough energy to burn the city to the motherfucking ground. It was a either or situation for him at the time. As he was sipping his beverage of choice, he heard a most peculiar noise come from the speakers in the store. He stood up, entranced by the music.
His beverage forgotten, he went up to the cashier, coolly leaning against the counter. Looking like a madman, he roared and demanded to know the name of the music blasting from the speakers. The man calmly flipped his long golden hair back, a haughty grin on his supernaturally pale face. His piercing blue eyes sparkled deviously, a single pale hand buried into a hidden pocket in his dark pants. Silver chains jangled at his every breath, wrapped around his chest like metal snakes forged directly from hell’s darkest corners. The cashier whispers to the dragon, “It ams called metals.”
The dragon’s eyes widen. The thing that has been eluding him for these countless centuries has been found. He buys it all. From Black Sabbath to Metallica to Ozzy Osbourne, all of it. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots the love of his life. As black as twice shined onyx and eyes as deep as unpolished amethyst, his breath is taken away. Something in his very essence calls him irresistibly to the beauty’s side. He must have this gorgeous beast for him and him alone.
Placing one hand on the stereo, he knows without a doubt, they were made for one another. Shaped like a dragon in flight, the plug discreetly hidden in the tail, it could only have been fate that brought him to this shop. Barking to the cashier, he takes the music and the stereo, and heads back to his lair. He immediately plugged the stereo in and pops in a Metallica CD and fell into a blissful stupor as the music washed over him, a content smile on his face.
I sit outside sometimes, and stare at the moon. I wonder if maybe you were doing the same thing earlier. Thinking about me the way I do about you. And maybe you’ll swear to contact me in some way, only to chicken out the next day. You say to yourself “Oh, she is too busy right now. I don’t want to bother her with my problems.”
Or, maybe, just maybe you will contact me. Maybe you’ll even get the courage to say things you’ve always wanted to say to me. And you’ll feel absolutely ridiculous. All day, you’ll feel you’ve crossed some sort of imaginary line between us, thinking that you might have ruined everything. That by saying you care, you’ll find that I don’t.
And you would be wrong. You’ll find that, as corny as it sounds, you’ve found a way into my heart. That your silence filled me with worry. That every day, I hoped you had a good day, in some way, in some fashion. You’ll find that you finally saying what you’ve wanted to say for so long, you’ve freed us from our self-imposed prisons.
You’ll find that all this time, that I’ve told myself and took a tiny bit of comfort from, thinking that you were too busy with important things and that I was all right with that. As long as you were happy, I was happy. because even though I tried my hardest, you still found a way into my heart. And I like this new feeling.
This feeling of care for somebody I’ve known for what feels like forever. That I connect with somebody so well that I have never even met. And that it means something, and not just to me, but maybe to you as well.
Thinking that my weirdness hasn’t scared somebody off for once. That I can be me without fear of you leaving without saying good bye. That at the end of the day, you hope that I am surviving all right.
It’s thanks to you that I am. Even if we don’t talk as much as we used to, I still and so happy when I see you’ve left me a message, even if it’s just a short check to make sure I am still kicking.
I know I don’t say it often, but I appreciate you. I really do. Nothing will change that. I just wanted to say thank you For all you’ve done. All that you continue to do and will for many years to come.
Happy Birthday Azzi and may many more come your way.
Anonymous asked: Hi there! Happy birthday! :D *hugs* Just want to let you know I love you, and hope you're having a great week! - Hug!Anon
When did an actually NICE anon start existing? *hugs* Thank you dear.