In your opinion, tell me what YOU think of family, maybe a definition, maybe something a family does..whatever, i’ll take and read every answer you guys throw at me.

I want to tell you a story

Of what you know

Of what you can see as a boy and girl.

A boy tall and limber passing through life like the waves of oceans touching and leaving the surface’s coast constantly. Easily. Peacefully.

He has the face of an emotionless statue but deep within his eyes is an unpredictable sea of never ending blue. “Only with you.” he says…

Then there’s the girl. Her will as thick as stone, concrete to what she believes. the crazy curious one who follows through life as a leaf in the wind.

Only trying to get past the war between the vast ocean and the sky with their storms as mighty as the gods. Clashing constantly. Loudley. Violently. Shapeing her life into one with many boulders on her back.

So in other words a quiet unknown boy with a girl carrying every doubt and regret that she has touched.

The clock goes by and boy do things change. That romantic heart of hers turns into the stone she carries and passes. While the ice of his remains cold and silent.

And even after so much time has passed, after all the things their friends told them.

She refused to believe. And he continued to love secretly.

Until the day of the accident.

A tradgety that seemed to pass like another storm she trudged by, the news entered her ears and she almost cried.

Her poor friend had his worst accident, he fell. And the ice cracked.

Worried and scared, she contacts him, but lets not get into all that,

Because the main point is that stone hearted girl and that boy of ice began to communicate. And she fell in love.

“HOW COULD THIS BE?! THERE’S NO ONE WHO COULD CHANGE ME..! HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME?” she thought to herself in a bed of green lush grasses surrounded by the music.

But she locked that feeling. nice and tight behind iron bars and chained and gagged it was like the world depended on it.

And with each message in a bottle safely sent out into the sea, the boy of the water and the girl of the land cracked open each others hard hearts and melted into the sand

Into an hour glass called Love.

But the day he asked was too early for her, she of course didn’t believe a word.

How could she? Men are the worst. After all the stories, and all thats she’s seen, Love was only a fantasy, only for her in dreams.

But somehow he did it. I don’t know how, but he did.

The quiet boy she thought was indeed a quiet man.

Who didn’t love from his dick or didn’t love from inside his mind.

But in the heart that seemed to grow, he says, each time he spends with her.

A man he is, a man she could actually trust.

And a man she loved with every inch of her heart.

3 weeks has passed after she denied his request for her to be by his side holding hands and nudging noses like all those gushy people do…bleeh!

But after those 3 weeks had past she begin to regret suddenly.

What ifs and why nots came to her mind.

Although she said no, she knew inside the ice was water that bubbled just for her.

She got him out of the ocean and stepped onto land.

And under the trees she confesssed.

From that day on, they have been inseperatable.

Man has that clock been turning…cuz let me tell you… shit happens!

Her fears are at the horizon it seems, of how she will act and how it will be

Its all coming for her.

And thats when it happens, well, actually it happens multiple of times

A burning hatred for those who can compete for her spot, begins to rise as an earthquake erupts inside and out. Lashing. Jealousy.

It seems every girl is competition, and that bull-headed girl will fight to the death to keep her rightful claims to the underwater crab.

And.. after a long time of assuring, talking, argueing,crying, and overall being truthful to one another, the girl of the land begins to carry less boulders than before.

Carassed, and snuggled into each other arms and chest they can hear the sound of their immense love: heat beats, a soft breathing, and silence all around. Suits them so perfectly its almost too good to be true.

But it is.

Its all true, and its not something that’ll pass so easily..

We, the man and the woman, the bmx’er and the artist, the lovers of the moon and sun, will work ourselves to the bone to be one forever.

This is no dream, there is no such thing as reality,

This is the truth.

Between a story I wanted to tell you

Of a boy and a girl.

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Love exists, stop with the fear and stop stopping yourself from love! Yeah, some people have it better and find their love almost immediately, and others well some might have to go through 100 men or women in order to find the One. Remember this: Life is a great big story book, keep flipping the pages and you’ll find what you’re looking for. And for those single people who read love stories of other people’s relationships remember this: before you get jealous think about it, doesn’t it prove that there is really a substance called Love for everybody? I mean, there’s so many of those posted here online! before you get jealous, think about how much stronger society is with this thing called True Love, Real Love, whatever you call it! The world is a better place with it, and if there are more and more non-believers, we become weaker as a whole. The powerr of LOVE~ ! ^.^

Whhheeeew.. ok.. all that at 1:30 AM is really making me hungry..:D

Thank you to all those for reading this long-ass text XP