a sad tale.

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well, i was talking to a boy just the other day, and was inspired by him. not in a positive way i'm afraid. just to get rid of some of the sadness, i'm going to summarize what he told me.

"he was a normal boy, one with little talents, little abilities and nothing to offer. life was going great for him. he was happy and had some friends, not many, but enough. his friends loved him and he loved his friends deeply. but no matter how comfortable life was, in his happiness, he felt a void in the depths of his soul. something that was missing, not right. he spent a year searching for what was gone, what he left behind... in many places, with many people... and he found it.

she was left alone, but pleased to see him again. he began feeling things he never thought he could feel for a person. she taught him valuable lessons and he yearned for her day after day. he did things he would not normally do, for her, things he did not regret, even until now. perhaps she saw them, perhaps she felt the same way, but she understood, and it was not long before they fell deeply in love.

their love lasted for a period, the flame kindled strong. but overtime, they began seeing their faults and imperfections. he was ready to accept her for who she was, and she wanted him to change. he tried to, failing over and over again, crying when he could not please her, but not giving up. seeing how he struggled with change, she knew he wasn't trying hard enough, and she began thinking... is this who i want to be with? he prayed that he could be what she wanted, and was willing to give his world up for her happiness, but seeing her unacceptance of his current self, left him hurt and wounded. he tried talking to her about it, but conversation turned to tears and anger. what he had worked so hard to build had crumbled before him, and his dreams of her and their future, faded into the unwavering clutches of reality.

it came to pass that they finally left each other, she was weeping bitterly, and he was putting on a brave front. he knew he could not give her happiness, and that was all he wanted her to have. although he hid it well from her, his tears streamed endlessly when she was not looking. although he still consoled her and asked her to be happy, he did not practice what he preached. he felt like running forever, hiding under the first rock he saw, and forgetting it all. which he ultimately decided was the best solution

but cruel fate delivered her to him. he saw her yet again, and what ever progress he had made, was shattered in the instance of that moment. he fought to hold his tears in and avoided looking at her, for she was with another boy. he knew that no other would love her as much as he did, but and it suddenly became clear to him. he did not want to forget her, he did not want to run. even if he grew old, weary and brittle, the last thing he would remember would be her, for if missing her was the only way he could be in anyway related to her, missing her was what he would continue to do.

now, he waits for her answer, for only she can end this tale."

phew. got that all out. took alot of "heart" power that did. damn, how i wish captain planet gave that ring to me instead of that monkey-loving african dude.

Bryan Dismas was shot at 12:54 AM