A moment of perfection.

Today was the perfect day. It had rained, uncontrollably, and it was as if the clouds had let go of all their tears in the torrential downpour which plagued the world, my world, for the better part of a day and now the world was content, happy after a good cry. The sea was a dark, murky colour, but even it looked beautiful, as I stood, with her arms wrapped tightly around me. I felt safe and secure, like I never had before, as I drew in my breath, feeling every breath, being constantly aware, aware of every passing second, bringing closer the time when we would be apart, her scent came wafting by my nose. Her scent, a beautiful indescribable scent, which an attempt to describe would prove vain as the other scents in the world would only cheapen the incredible scent which she carries, a scent that is all her own. We stood close to the edge of a cliff, perched somewhat precariously, a fall may cause many broken bones, but it would most likely not cure us of life. My thoughts, as depressing as they may seem, to me were the thoughts of all the intellectuals who have contemplated life. It is an affliction, known as the human condition. At any other time I may have accepted a cure, but as I stood, with her, valuing every second, I would happily revel in this human state, for it is where she is, and anything without her would be unbearable. “What would you do if I fell?”, I whispered in between nibbling on her ear and slowly brushing my lips against her soft cheeks. “I’d catch you.”, she responded in a barely audible whisper that was drowned out by a kiss. In that moment I knew, that I loved her more than anything. She made me feel safe. I knew, that were I to fall she would catch me, of this I had no doubt. That moment, those words, I will not forget until the day that I die. If ever I fall, I will not be afraid, for she will be there, to catch me.

Reflection

I like to think that this blog is lost somewhere out there in the gigantic expanse that is the internet. I'm sure that very people will ever stumble across it. It may have to be more of a diary, a place for me to let go of my thoughts, put up my writing for anybody who happens to accidentally stumble across it. I'm not expecting this to be a blog that everyone visits. I hope it never does become popular. This is not meant for the mass populace. I despise majorities. This site is for myself, for anybody who feels like reading the innermost lamentations and thought processes of another high school teenager. It may not be the first time you have heard these thoughts, but it will be the first time you have heard them put like this. If nothing else, this is a place for originality.

Perfect Love

Perfection and Love

They say it is unachievable. I have believed that it was for many years.

Life, mine at the very least, has been a constant struggle to achieve this illusory perfection spoken of by many, displayed by none.

I needed to be perfect, to please everyone around me, being good was never good enough, perfection was all that mattered.

It was not the expectations of one person in particular, but the cumulative desire for better that nearly drove me to madness.

We desire perfection yet we decree that it is unachievable. Ever.

Love is another thing that we try so hard to achieve, and so very few of us truly ever get to experience love in its true form.

I never thought I would understand either, would truly feel both.

Then I met her. She was my perfection and love, combined in a wonderful quixoticelixer.

She was a concoction so unbelievable that I would never let her go, mostly because I doubt I ever could let her go.

Life is so complex, at least this is what we tell ourselves in the struggle to comprehend the complexities of life. But in a moment of clarity, the enigma of life solves it self, the pieces of this “complex” puzzle fitting together, just for a moment.

When you find that person, the one who makes you feel like love is all around, a person that makes you use the word heart to define more than an organ that causes blood to circulate through the body. A person who touches the soul you did not think you had.

That is perfection. That is love. I would not trade her for anything in the world.

She is my quixoticelixer.