Contemplative

It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you. There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do.

Ever Present

Today's gonna be one of those days.

Begin the struggle.

Well Spent

I drove for a pretty long time last night. I spent hours on the road, most of them without a destination. But not a single kilometre passed without leaving a thought of you in my mind.

A long, happy night.

Home

Some days I like to stay at home, other days I like to go out. Some days I like to be alone, other days I like to be with people.

But I have one constant among these ever-changing preferences.

If I am with you, I am as happy as it's possible for me to be.

Choice

Here it is. The time of day I hate. It's that time when I have to go to sleep before you do. I like it better when you go to sleep first because I don't have to make the choice to say goodbye. I don't have to choose to stop talking to you in favour of sleep.

If I had my way, I wouldn't ever need sleep. I could stay awake until you drifted off into slumber. Then I would fill my hours, anxiously awaiting the moment you wake. I would greet you with a ":)" or "Good morning, Sunshine" to help you stay your day off with a smile.

But for now, I must choose to say goodnight. But I take solace in knowing that saying goodbye now means saying hello again tomorrow.

Goodnight, my Butterfly.

Lorrie

My dearest Hannah,

I love you. More than you may every know. More than anyone else loves you. More than anyone can. You are the subject of a love that has never known fatigue, and never will. You seem to forget what that love has been through to get to today. What can't that love weather? Maybe it's foolish of me to hope for that love in return, but my hope stays strong. That's something else of mine that has never tired. Hope. I hope a great many things, but you, my dear, are above all else.

I love you so much. I hope you truly know that.

Your Davis

Awake

You're surprised? Don't you know by now that I will wait forever and a day for you? Even if it's just to say goodnight?

But that's okay. It's a lesson that I like to teach.

Someday

Sometimes I think to myself, "I hope I find the right girl for me someday." Then I remember...

I already did.

I hope someday I'm the right guy for her.

Hook

Roars and screams, screeches and honks, the din of the city is music to my ears, a eurhythmic pulse under my skin. Lights and sounds assault my senses as I walk, words and images dance across my vision. Streams of people brush past me, only momentarily aware of my existence. It's beautiful.

A hand slips past my side and wraps itself around my arm. My body reacts as though this is as natural as breathing. I look to my right and see you. The noise and lights fade to nothing. They may as well not exist. There is only you.

I look down and match my stride with yours. Of course you skip and throw us off. We reach a crowd on the sidewalk and are forced to separate as we weave a path through the mass of people. But we escape and it doesn't take a moment for you to find my arm once again. I can't help but smile.

The most beautiful girl in the city and she's on my arm. The smile on my face can only grow.

Miss You

Just imagine that sometimes, your vision turned from colour to black and white. That's what it's like when you leave. When you're next to me, that's when I can see the colour of the world. When you're gone, the colour fades to black.

And whoever said "parting is such sweet sorrow" was an idiot. What's sweet about it? You're going away from me. All I feel is sad that you're gone. I immediately start thinking of the future and when I will see you next. Even that makes me sad because it isn't right now.

Who knows when I will see you next. All I know is that it isn't soon enough.

Rib

Some days are better than others. Today was a much better day than most. Why? Probably not why you think.

Was it the two awards I received fifteen minutes into my shift? No. Was it the promotion I received fourty-five minutes in? Not that either.

It was you. Wonderful, incredible you. All that you say and do, it just hits me with the biggest and best impact of life. Someone asked me recently what my life would be like without you. I don't ever want to know.

Long Time

If only I could have held you to my chest, let you breathe me in. Maybe then I wouldn't feel so incredibly low.

Are You Okay?

Sometimes, when someone tells you that nothing's wrong, nothing is actually wrong. So despite how quiet they may be or how much their demeanor screams "upset", they're actually fine.

This can change, however, if you insist that something is wrong and won't stop hounding them about it. What results is that they will become upset at you for not shutting up about it when they said they were fine.

The moral of this post? It's a mistake of the past. It's a lesson still being learned. It's an apology. Sometimes, even the nice guy fucks up.

Again with the Quotes

"You have a heart of gold."

Wow. You said that so matter-of-factly, like you really believe it. What have I done to deserve such high praise? I'm not nearly as good-willed as you may think. Not always.

Sitting across the table from you, I'm incredibly humbled. How do I go on like you didn't just shoot my spirits high above the clouds? Thank you, my friend. You are still proving to be a better friend than I ever imagined you would be.

From the Dark

"So what are we doing on Saturday?"

Such a simple question. Nothing special about it, really. Unless it was asked out of the blue with no prior hint of plans. Unless it came at the end of a long, rough day that refused to end. Unless it came from you, the best thing to ever happen to me.

And even though plans ebb and fail, the question still came. The thought still came to you to ask. Sure, it was the smallest of things, but it meant something. It held tremendous value to me. And that I will hold to my grave.

Deed

You're sitting next to me, just beaming. How are you not an angel? Your beauty surpasses anything known to man. You lean over to me and kiss my cheek. I know what you're trying to do. I can't help but smile, but I don't say anything. A few minutes later you lean over again and rub your nose against mine.

Memory floods my mind and my smile returns, uncontrollable and real. So much good is attached to my memories of you. So many incredible times.

I snap back to reality but the memories remain. How could I ever forget?

You ask me what's wrong. You say I'm acting weird and different. Maybe I am, but nothing is wrong. My mind is racing. I'm here. With you. What else could I possibly want?

I have my Hannah.

Can't Forget

Sometimes, nothing you do can make up for the mistakes of your past.

Green

I'm so jealous of him. He's such a fool. He has so much and he doesn't even know it. Or maybe he does but he doesn't care. Either way, he doesn't deserve you. And you don't deserve him. You deserve better. And because of you, I know I'm better.

I would treat you like a queen, not a servant. I would be proud and flaunt you in front of everyone in sight, not be ashamed and pretend I don't know you. I would show to both you and the world my immense love for you.

Why? Because it's you. How could I not?

Damn. Balancing on this fence can be very hard sometimes.

Hope Never Fades

Sometimes, hope is all we have. It causes us to make stupid decisions and to put up with what we normally would not. Hope is generally a very good thing, but sometimes, it can be crippling.