Robert J. Sternberg was born on December 8, 1949 in New Jersey. Sternberg's interest in studying intelligence was first peaked in the sixth grade after suffering from text anxiety and failing an intelligence test. Sternberg realized that this particular score did not accurately predict his intelligence, and he scored significantly higher after retaking the test in a room with students a year younger than he. In this room, Sternberg felt more confident while taking the test, thus his score was higher. Just one year later, in the seventh grade, Sternberg developed his first intelligence test: the Sternberg Test of Mental Ability, or STOMA.
Throughout his studies, Sternberg quickly realized he learned better when not required to memorize information rote. In his first year in college at Yale, he preformed so poorly in a largely rote-based Introductory Psychology course, the professor urged Sternberg to pursue a career outside of the field of psychology. As his later performance in the psychological field shows, the C Sternberg recieved in this first course did not serve as an accurate predictor of his later achievments.
Sternberg went on to earn his BA summa cum laude from Yale, and to earn the Sidney Siegel Memorial Award while pursuing his doctorate at Stanford. He returned to Yale as a member of the faculty where he continues his research today. Throughout his career, Sternberg has written several articles and books concerning the topics of intelligence, creativity and love, and has developed two major theories: the Triarchic Theory of Intelligence and Triangular Theory of Love.
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Triangular Theory of Love
Love, according to Sternberg's Triangular Theory, consists of three components: intimacy, passion, and decision/commitment. Intimacy is the feeling of closeness that exists between two people, passion the drive that produces romance, physical attraction, and intercourse, and decision/commitment is the decision and commitment to further a loving relationship. With this theory, the type and strength of a couple's love is determined by both the individual strength of the three components and the interaction between the three components. Romantic love is the combination of high intimacy and passion, companionate love of intimacy and commitment, fatuous love a combination of passion and commitment, and consummate love involves all three areas relatively equally.
According to Sternberg, individuals have two different triangles of love: the triangle that characterizes their current relationship, and the triangle of their ideal relationship. Sternberg reports that the most successful couples occur when the two individuals have more compatible triangles.
Sternberg also believes that individuals begin to form their own personal theories about what love should be from the time they are born. This theory of love as a story, as he calls it, stems from watching our parents, the media, reading books, and whatever other external factors influence our beliefs about what love should be like.
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Love isn't something to be catergorized. it is the feeling in which we believe is true and what should be given. i intend to love. Sternberg's law is so consuming because this is his own theory, while others can view this as a legitimate fact, while others extend this and make their own theories. But which is true? only you can decide it..
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Les Miserables
There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
Umm..yay!
I used to be a huge pokemon fan until Misty left and I guess...the show has gotten dull and useless. Without Misty, it was kind of pretty lame and retartded. I was searching something online, when I noticed that I wrote a story about Misty/Ash romance 7 years ago! I'll post it here! ENJOY!
"Anniversary"
Ash couldn't believe he was late. Of all days of the year, he HAD to choose this
one to be late. Never in all the years, he had he ever been tardy to the
appointment. He would always made sure he had plenty of time to arrive. With
just enough time, to see the sunset on the edge of 'Maiden's Peak'. Then he
would see her...
But for some unknown reason, this year he was late. Terribly late. And he knew
she was going to be mad. No scratch that....SHE WAS GOING TO BE PISSED!
'Misty I hope you can forgive me this one time...' Ash said to himself, as his
dark blue Honda Civic swirled in and out of the different lanes. The man had no
qualms with cutting off anyone that wasn't going at least 80mph.
Usually he wouldn't be driving this recklessly. But he already wasted enough
time. It was October 30...Their day. Their 'special' day. This one day meant
almost everything to them... And if all else fails Ash was going to get to
Maidens Peak before sundown.
***
Sometimes I wonder if I'm insane, for going through with this every year....
It isn't natural to live like this. To have 364 days in total darkness just to
the promise of having one day of light...
I may not be the brightest of indiviudals..but even I know that shouldn't be
right...
But it is my choice I guess, how can I live any other way?....
....She's all I ever think about.
***
At 7:58PM...Approximately five minutes before sundown.
A navy blue Civic, pulled up into the parking lot around the Summer's End
festival grounds. The act wouldn't bother most people, except for the fact, the
festival was held 3 mouths earlier. And hardly anyone (besides necking
teens)...would venture to the woods. Also with the rumor of the areas was
supposed to be haunted.
But I guess that didn't matter to the driver...Specially since he was already
making a mad dash up the hillside. Not only was the young man, making the long
uphill battle, but he was also fumbling with putting the rest of his black
tuxedo on.
You know it's funny...seeing the young gentleman take the long strenuous hike
year round.
I bet never once did he ever consider taking the stairs...
***
Ash was nearly out of breath when he reached to the climax of the hill. Reaching
the top he stopped for a few seconds to reclaim his air.
His deep lungs inhaled and exhaled as more oxygen filled his bloodstream. Taking
a quick glance to the side, it gave him a perfect view of the Sun fleeing from
the horizon. And with that act, drew the last bits of sunlight.
Ash immediately shot up. He knew he should take a few more minutes to rest. But
he can worry about breathing later. He had to go. He had to go..now!
***
Ash sprinted the last few hundred yards, finally coming to the peak of the rock.
Briefly he scanned the area, trying to find any trace of her. But then he looked
toward the statue and he saw her. Dressed in a flowing white dress, who's
material seemed to be carried by the winds. Folding around her sleek, slender
body. Her autumn red hair, was curled this time. Falling just above her
shoulders. Nestling on top of her bare shoulders.
The young woman turned to see the dark haired man's approach. Her fine scarlet
colored hair, blew slightly as a gust of wind hit her. With a few seconds, her
eyes were fixed on his.
****
I know that after all that's happen in the past, many would believe I shouldn't
be here...
That I should end this now...And just forget..
But how can I?
She's so beautiful...And I love her...
****
For the few moments Misty's eyes were on him, Ash stopped dead in his tracks.
There were so many things, he had to say to her. But once he looked into her
eyes, he couldn't find the words to say them.
Almost instantly the girl recognized him and frowned. She slowly walked towards
him. A frown was still present on her face. For the moment, Ash didn't know what
was wrong. But a crushing blow to his stomach, helped remind him.
"Your late..." Misty said in a threatening tone.
For the second time tonight, Ash hunched over to catch his breath. He had
forgotten how strong her blows could be. Ash soon recovered and cast his gazed
down. Upon impulse he nervously scratched the back of his head. "Yeah I know I'm
sorry...Misty," His dark eyes gazed toward hers, to see if he was given her
forgiveness.
He wasn't...
A frown was still on etched Misty's face. Almost if the girl didn't know how to
express any other emotion. She continued to glared at him, as she crossed her
arms. Then all at once, she let out a very annoyed sigh. "Sorry isn't good
enough mister." Ash's gazed returned to the floor. But Misty continued. "But it
will have to do..."
At this, Ash instantly perked up and smiled. Then in the next few seconds, he
was embraced by the woman he loved. He returned her loving hold, as she rested
her head on his chest.
Placing her ear near his heart, she could hear his soft rhythmic beating. It
always pleased her when she did that. It meant that he was there. That this,
wasn't some illusion. That the moment they were sharing now, was real.
She gazed up to him and smiled. "So how have you been doing?"
Ash looked down to her. "Ok...I guess." He said softly. "All things
considering..." He didn't need to continue the sentence. He knew, that she knew
what he was referring to.
Misty's deep blue eyes, sadden instantly. She nestled her head deeper into his
body and closed her eyes. "I know....I'm sorry...Ash," She said sadly.
The young man noticed her behavior. For a second he sighed. He didn't want the
night to go on like this. So instantly he recovered with a smile. "Hey don't
even think about it," He said merrily. "Lets just enjoy the night." He said
while giving her another tight squeeze.
Misty's deep blue eyes gazed up to his rich brown ones. She smiled. "Ok..." She
then had a mischievous smile and took his hand. "Now come with me...Ashy-boy..."
She said, while leading him towards the forest.
****
The young couple entered the underbrush. The many different sounds of the
woodland Pokemon filled the dark woods, as they continued to venture in. Once
there, would have been a time when the girl, would have been totally frighten to
ventured into a such a scary setting. But now she didn't have anything to worry
about now. Not anymore...
Finally coming to a clearing, the two exited the forest. Now before them was an
open green field. The night air seemed to give the area a haunting feel to it.
But other wise...it did seem peaceful.
Ash couldn't help to recall how the setting reminded him of a special night the
two had, so long time ago. Then he noticed a small arrayment of candle light.
And a blanket with a wooden basket.
Ash looked to Misty. "A picnic?"
The young woman smiled and nodded. "Uh..huh. Just like the one where you
proposed to me..."
A smile crossed Ash's face as he remembered the night. They were barely kids
back then. Things were so much simpler back then. No worries. He didn't have to
worry about a mortgage or raising a child. That was even before....
Ash stopped himself immediately. He didn't want to bring up any bad memories
now... His mind was plagued with those thoughts, the other 354 days of the year.
For this little time..he just wanted to think about his love. His wife...
"So how's Sarah doing?" Misty asked while settling herself down at the blanket.
Ash thought for a while. "Well, she's doing well." He began, while joining her.
"She just started the 1st grade this year." He smiled. "She looks just like you!
Has your blue eyes and everything..." He then frowned his eyebrows. "Besides the
fact, she has black hair and all..." He went into his pocket. "Here I have some
pictures for you."
Misty she smiled brightly as she looked the photographs. Her eyes teared up as
she gazed at the little girl. "She's beautiful..." Misty said while wiping her
eyes.
Ash smiled while handing her a tissue. "Just like her mom..." Misty blushed
slightly as she tabbed her eyes with the cloth.
Ash looked at the photos of their daughter again and smirked. "You should see
the fight she makes when I try to make her to eat her carrots..." His phrase
ended with a few chuckles.
Misty couldn't help but to laugh herself. She knew if there were anything that
she hated the most when she was a kid....(besides bugs and beets) were carrots.
The young woman gazed back to the pictures as she flipped through a few more.
"Umm...does she remember me...?" She knew the answer even before she said it.
But she still had to know.
Ash was now silent. He didn't want to lie to Misty...But he also knew the truth
was too painful. So....in the end... He guessed a little lie wouldn't hurt.
"Ummm....yeah...." He responded, in a matter of factly tone.
Instantly Misty saw through his farce. She looked to him and smiled..even though
Ash knew she didn't want to. "Liar..." The woman responded sadly. She didn't
even notice it, but Ash already retrieved the pictures.
He frowned slightly, then instantly was struck with an idea. He got up to his
feet and stood above her. He then looked down to her and smiled. "You want to
dance milady?" He asked while extending his hand to her.
The girl gave him a peculiar look. "Not really...Besides there is no music to
dance to..." She stated flatly.
Ash smirked as he took her hand. "Has that ever stopped us before?"
Misty got up and shook her head. "You certainly are a character Ash Ketchum...."
The two were now moving to the sounds of the wind. Slowly rocking forth to the
tunes of some unknown song.
Ash smiled as he continued to hold her closer and closer to him. "Why thank you
Misty Ketchum..." He finished the statement with dipping the young girl. The two
laughed from the action.
Misty sighed. "Misty Ketchum..." She said to herself. "Its been such a long
since I've had anyone call me that..." She looked to Ash, who smiled. She placed
her head on his chest again. "I almost forgot it was my name..."
"Never forget...though," Ash chimed in.
"I know...I don't think I will..." She answered softly. "But it gets harder and
harder every year Ash..."
The dark haired man frowned. "I know...But don't think about it..." He heeded.
"Just think about tonight..." He said while softly holding her chin. "Just think
about right now." He commented while brushing away a stray tear. "...And just
think about this.." He stated, while bringing his lips to hers.
Misty smiled, while she returning the kiss. She knew who she was. And she knew
no matter what happens when she gets back. She would never ever forget it.
'Thanks Ash...' The girl thought, as he put his arms around her.
Ash wasn't aware of the inner resolution that Misty just underwent. All he knew
was he was finally able to do, what he had been wanting to do all night. He
slowly ran his fingers along her back. Her skin felt so soft and her lips were
so sweet. He had almost forgotten how wonderful it felt when they kissed.
And he would have gladly spent the rest of the night, out there with his wife.
Just kissing under the starlight...that is if he stomach would have agreed to
the plan.
Misty instantly stopped their exchange when she heard Ash's stomach grumbling
"ASH!" She complained to her husband, for totally ruining the mood.
Ash blushes from total embarrassment. "I'm sorry misty.... I haven't had
anything since this morning."
The young woman glared at her counterpart. Then started to laugh. "I guess we
should get something inside you then..."
"I guess...But not before one more..." Then suddenly he darted over to Misty and
placed another deep sensual kiss on her. Then the two returned to the picnic
blanket.
***
Almost on impulse, Ash Ketchum started to rummage through the picnic basket. His
eyes already targeting the items, he was soon going to devour. And patiently in
the background, Misty Ketchum watched her husband scout throughout the foods.
After another few seconds, Ash brought out about seven large items. Misty
instantly recognized them as Ash's "appetizers." And finally bringing out a
plate, Ash went to work.
Bite after bite. He did admit that the food was good. After taking a bite into a
sandwich, he noticed Misty just staring idly after him, while he ate. He
frowned. "Your not eating..?" He asked innocently.
"I don't need to, remember..." She said softly.
Ash looked down. He couldn't believe he forgot about that. It's just everything
seemed to remind him of how things used to be. He just wasn't thinking.
"Sorry...I forgot.." He responded truthfully.
Misty smiled. "Don't be silly...Just enjoy yourself...I'll be fine..." She
reassured him.
Ash nodded and continued on with the meal. Ever now and then when the young man
would come up for air. And when he did, Misty was ready with another plate for
him.
***
An hour later Ash rose up from his meal. His stomach finally full, he was now in
search of his lovely wife. He didn't have to journey far though, because as so
as he got up, he noticed her sitting by the edge of Maidens Peak. The young
woman's gaze trailed off, looking into the water. Taking in, the vastness of the
ocean. And also hoping that the night would somehow never end.
After a few minutes the girl felt, strong arms enclosed her slender frame. She
looked up to stare into Ash's rich brown eyes. "What's on your mind...?" He
softly asked her, as her blue orbs returned to the view of the sea.
Whole minutes went by and Misty didn't make any response. Ash assumed she didn't
hear his question and was about to ask her something else. But then she said.
"Ash...Do you ever think about...What if things turned out differently? ...If
what happened so long ago...Didn't?"
Ash could feel his heart throbbing faster and faster the more he thought about
her inquiry. "All the time to be honest..." He answered her. Then he smiled at
her. "But we can't change what happen in the past. All we can do is move on I
guess..."
"But are we Ash?" Misty exclaimed, she got up to her feet to look at him. "Us
meeting like this every year...We're not moving on...! This...This is no way to
live your life Ash," Her voice nearly broke, from all the emotion she was
putting into them. "Death is no way to live!"
Ash stared back at her plainly. "I don't care..."
"What...?"
"I said I don't care...." Ash repeated. He rose up and looked into Misty's eyes.
"This is my choice." He stated while taking her hand. "Misty...This is how I
want to live my life." He looked away from her. And all though, Misty couldn't
see it. She knew he was crying. "So what if I'm living in the past...If it means
being with you...Even for a little while... Then it's worth it..." He then
looked at her, with tear filled eyes. "I miss you..."
"Ash...I miss you too..."Misty replied, shedding a few tears of her own. "It's
just when ever I think about what happened. I get..." Ash quietly shushed her,
while he puts his arms around her nymph like body.
"Can we just not think for a while...?" His words chiming in. All though they
held a simple request. She took his lead.
Misty smiled bitterly. "Like thinking was your strong suit anyway..."
At this Ash laughed. They he wore a sinister grin. "Then I guess..I should try
something I was good at..." Then with one motion, the young man scooped the
kicking, screaming and laughing red head into his arms. He took her back into
the direction of where their blanket was.
Within seconds, their laughter changed into silent moans, as the two made love
underneath the stars...
***
Later that night, after the last of the kisses were felt. And all their
remaining strengths was spent. The two continued to hold each other under the
starlight. Each body, who was now slightly glistening from their previous
activity, were at rest underneath their blankets.
"Misty..." His voice said. "Can you tell me what it's like...there?"
Misty looked over to her husband. "Ash, I told you last year...Don't you
remember...?"
The young man shook his head. "Nah..I guess I always forget..."
Misty looked away. "Idiot...." She said quietly. Then she looked over to he and
smiled. "Well...Everything is white when you first get there." She pulled for
more of the blanket, to cover herself. Silently Ash smiled to himself....She
always was a covers hog.
"Others always say they feel much lighter when your there. Kinda like
everything.. The past, all the burdens, all the troubles from your life have
been lifted. It's like your free..." She said very strongly.
But then another frown appeared on her lovely face. "But honestly, I never feel
that way..." She informed him. "I always have something that's on my
mind...Something that makes being there so very hard."
Ash looked at her, totally puzzled. "What is it?"
The woman gave him blank look. "You...silly."
"Oh..." Ash said finally understanding. He could relate...It seems like they
were in very similar circumstances. He then gave his wife another quick kiss
before she continued.
Misty blushed because of Ash's act, but continued. "Everyone is nice to you
there. And I guess it is good in away. Almost anything you can put your mind to,
can happen there." She said merrily. Then she let out a small sigh. "But I
think, many think I'm weird..."
"Why?"
"Cuss...I'm like the only person that always wants to come back." She answered
truthfully. Ash gave her a small squeeze and kiss. Kinda like his way of saying,
he always wanted her there too.
"But 'He' understands..." She said continuing. "I think that's the reason why
I'm able to come back...Back on our Anniversary..." She said proudly, while
turning back to Ash. Who at the moment was peacefully at rest. The girl looked
onto him for a few more seconds, then let out a small sigh.
"You always did fall asleep around that part..." She ended while giving him nice
goodnight kiss. For the next couple of hours, all she would be doing was
watching, the raise and fall of his chest. Always wishing she could do this
every night.
***
Ash awoke a few hours later. The minute he opened his eyes he was in a panic.
"OH GOD!!! No..!!!" He quickly rose to his feet. "Why do I always do that...?"
He couldn't believe he fell asleep. He promised himself he wouldn't this year.
Ash looked all around the area. Inside he prayed he didn't miss her leaving. He
couldn't live with himself if he didn't get to spent those last few minutes with
her. But rest assured, he didn't miss it.
After few seconds, he let out a relieved breath. She was still here. As
beautiful as ever, perched on the top of Maidens Peak.
He slowly approached her and put his arms around her. "It's about time you woke
up..." Misty said, while turning around to look at him. Her face still holding
her ever-present smile. "I was beginning to think I would have to get the 4th
Division to wake you up..."
Ash smiled. "Sorry..I didn't mean to... I was trying to get enough sleep all day
so I could finally last the whole night with you." Misty didn't comment. She
didn't mind. She always thought he looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. "Why
don't you wake me...?" He asked drawing her away from her thoughts.
The girl turns to him and looked deeply into his eyes. "I guess..." She paused,
for a second. She didn't know how she was going to word this right. "I guess, I
don't have the heart to." She beamed. "You do look awfully cute when your
asleep..." She said while pitching his cheeks. "Besides your very grumpy when
your awaken too early...anyway" She added.
Ash blushed. "Whatever...." He stated while brushing the comment off. "So how
long do we have?" He asked, trying to change the subject.
Misty looked across the water. She spotted the few trances of the sun trying to
peak over the horizon. "Just around the usually time..." She answered.
"I see.." Ash said sadly. For a few minutes he didn't have anything to say. Then
he remembered, they're last topic. "So did you ask 'Him', to send you on this
night?"
"Him? Him who?" Misty asked.
"You know..." He stated without mentioning the name. Then he looked up to the
heavens.
Signifying his answer.
Misty thought for a minute, then she understood. "Oh...? You were actually
listening to me?" She was more shocked than anything. She thought once Ash was
asleep, there was no way of reaching him.
The young man smiled. "Actually I've always heard you..." He nestled his chin on
her forehead. "And despite what you I said before...I do remember what you
say..."
"Then why do you always ask..every year?"
Ash shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know....I think it's just to hear your
voice..." He said truthfully. "I don't get to hear it as often you know...I miss
it..."
Misty blushed, while Ash chuckled to himself. She still did look cute when she
was embarrassed. He then looked past her and noticed the Sun was starting to
raise.
Misty broke out of their embrace and rose to her feet. She looked over to the
Sun one last time, then turned to her husband. "I have to go...Ash" Those words
were always the hardest thing to say.
"I know..." He said solemnly.
Misty looked onto him, almost as if she was trying to remember something very
important. Then it finally came to her. She knew she would have to close her
eyes when she said this, or she wouldn't have the heart to utter the words.
"Please....Please don't come next year...Ash"
Ash smiled. "Now you know, you always say that every year...."
"I know..." Misty replied, smiling slightly also. "And you always say.. "I
can't...I'll miss you too much..." She commented, while imitating Ash's voice.
She couldn't help but to laugh after that. Ash laughed also and smiled. She knew
him too well. Misty then gave her lover, a quick kiss before she walked toward
the edge of the peaks.
More of the Sun brilliant rays were starting to show. Normally a sight as lovely
as this, would be clearly welcomed by all. But now, all the Sun represented was
the end of their only way of being whole.
And the more Misty looked at the Sun, the more frighten she was. She ran back to
her husband and clutched onto him tightly. "Ash I don't want to go! PLEASE I
can't go back...Everything is so lonely there!!!" She screamed while clutching
him tighter and tighter. More of her tears started to race down her face as she
poured herself out to him. "Please just let me stay with you! I want to be with
you...I want to see Sarah grow up and get married and have kids of her own!!! I
want to be a grandmother Ash! I want to grow old with you!!! I want us to always
be together!!! Please Ash!! Please!!!" She ended as she buried her face into
him.
All Ash could do was hold her. He ran his hands through her hair, while she
wept. Ash didn't know what to say honestly. He knew he wanted the samething. To
stay together....forever. But he knew...her staying would still be wrong. All
though he wanted it so much, he knew things were the way they were for a reason.
But now...all he could do now..was try to comfort her. "Misty..." Ash started to
say.
Misty covered his lips. "I'm sorry Ash...I'm just so scared..." Ash took her
hand and kissed it, while she continued. "It gets harder and harder every year
to have to let you go....I'm afraid one year you won't be here and I'll be
totally alone..." She admitted.
Ash shook his head. "No matter what happens...you'll never be alone. And I'll
always be there. If anything, us being here now is proof of that." He added with
a small smile. "And I'll always comeback. Every year...Till the day I'm finally
able to be with you forever...So don't worry... Just have faith...I know I
do..."
Misty nodded and wiped the rest of her tears. "I love you Ash...I love you so
much..."
"I know... I love you too Misty..."
The girl was about to say something else, but then she stopped. For a brief
second she turned away from Ash and looked on to the horizon. She stared in that
direction for a few minutes then turned back to Ash. "They are saying I have to
go.."
"Ok..." Ash replied sadly. He gave his wife a big hug and planted his lips on
hers.
Misty gladly returned the action. They held each other for a few more minutes.
Then they finally released each other. Misty took a few steps away from Ash. Ash
was about to walk back to his car but then Misty called him back.
"Please tell Sarah that her mother loves her very much. And make her eat her
carrots, no matter how much she hates them!! And..." She looked to Ash and
smiled. "Ash try to get out some more...Hang out with Brock and Tracey again...
Enjoy yourself...and..don't forget me..."
The dark hair man nodded. "I know Mist...Till next year..."
"Till next year..." Misty replied.
"Till death do us part..."
"....And even after"
The two ended the passage with one final kiss. Ash arms enfolded around Misty's
body. He couldn't believe he was letting her go again this year. He continued to
hold her, even as she slowly started to vanish from his grasp.
In a few minutes she was gone and Ash felt the loneliness again. He turned back
to their picnic area just to see a barren green field. It was almost like Misty,
was never was even there.
Taking a small sigh and one last look. Ash gathered his things, and went back to
his car, for the long trip home.
***
I know that many people wouldn't agree with my actions...
The atrocity of a husband and wife still seeking each others love, even after
death...
The idea alone would be deemed unholy...
I know many would think that, I'm a fool for still loving one who is no longer
of this world...
That the only way to find peace and maybe happiness is to let go and forget...
But how can that be so, when I can only find true happiness, when she's in my
arms..
Life or death...
The boundaries seem so tremendous...
But frankly that doesn't matter to me...
The only thing that is constant..is my love for her...
Happy Anniversary Misty....
Fin
"Anniversary"
Ash couldn't believe he was late. Of all days of the year, he HAD to choose this
one to be late. Never in all the years, he had he ever been tardy to the
appointment. He would always made sure he had plenty of time to arrive. With
just enough time, to see the sunset on the edge of 'Maiden's Peak'. Then he
would see her...
But for some unknown reason, this year he was late. Terribly late. And he knew
she was going to be mad. No scratch that....SHE WAS GOING TO BE PISSED!
'Misty I hope you can forgive me this one time...' Ash said to himself, as his
dark blue Honda Civic swirled in and out of the different lanes. The man had no
qualms with cutting off anyone that wasn't going at least 80mph.
Usually he wouldn't be driving this recklessly. But he already wasted enough
time. It was October 30...Their day. Their 'special' day. This one day meant
almost everything to them... And if all else fails Ash was going to get to
Maidens Peak before sundown.
***
Sometimes I wonder if I'm insane, for going through with this every year....
It isn't natural to live like this. To have 364 days in total darkness just to
the promise of having one day of light...
I may not be the brightest of indiviudals..but even I know that shouldn't be
right...
But it is my choice I guess, how can I live any other way?....
....She's all I ever think about.
***
At 7:58PM...Approximately five minutes before sundown.
A navy blue Civic, pulled up into the parking lot around the Summer's End
festival grounds. The act wouldn't bother most people, except for the fact, the
festival was held 3 mouths earlier. And hardly anyone (besides necking
teens)...would venture to the woods. Also with the rumor of the areas was
supposed to be haunted.
But I guess that didn't matter to the driver...Specially since he was already
making a mad dash up the hillside. Not only was the young man, making the long
uphill battle, but he was also fumbling with putting the rest of his black
tuxedo on.
You know it's funny...seeing the young gentleman take the long strenuous hike
year round.
I bet never once did he ever consider taking the stairs...
***
Ash was nearly out of breath when he reached to the climax of the hill. Reaching
the top he stopped for a few seconds to reclaim his air.
His deep lungs inhaled and exhaled as more oxygen filled his bloodstream. Taking
a quick glance to the side, it gave him a perfect view of the Sun fleeing from
the horizon. And with that act, drew the last bits of sunlight.
Ash immediately shot up. He knew he should take a few more minutes to rest. But
he can worry about breathing later. He had to go. He had to go..now!
***
Ash sprinted the last few hundred yards, finally coming to the peak of the rock.
Briefly he scanned the area, trying to find any trace of her. But then he looked
toward the statue and he saw her. Dressed in a flowing white dress, who's
material seemed to be carried by the winds. Folding around her sleek, slender
body. Her autumn red hair, was curled this time. Falling just above her
shoulders. Nestling on top of her bare shoulders.
The young woman turned to see the dark haired man's approach. Her fine scarlet
colored hair, blew slightly as a gust of wind hit her. With a few seconds, her
eyes were fixed on his.
****
I know that after all that's happen in the past, many would believe I shouldn't
be here...
That I should end this now...And just forget..
But how can I?
She's so beautiful...And I love her...
****
For the few moments Misty's eyes were on him, Ash stopped dead in his tracks.
There were so many things, he had to say to her. But once he looked into her
eyes, he couldn't find the words to say them.
Almost instantly the girl recognized him and frowned. She slowly walked towards
him. A frown was still present on her face. For the moment, Ash didn't know what
was wrong. But a crushing blow to his stomach, helped remind him.
"Your late..." Misty said in a threatening tone.
For the second time tonight, Ash hunched over to catch his breath. He had
forgotten how strong her blows could be. Ash soon recovered and cast his gazed
down. Upon impulse he nervously scratched the back of his head. "Yeah I know I'm
sorry...Misty," His dark eyes gazed toward hers, to see if he was given her
forgiveness.
He wasn't...
A frown was still on etched Misty's face. Almost if the girl didn't know how to
express any other emotion. She continued to glared at him, as she crossed her
arms. Then all at once, she let out a very annoyed sigh. "Sorry isn't good
enough mister." Ash's gazed returned to the floor. But Misty continued. "But it
will have to do..."
At this, Ash instantly perked up and smiled. Then in the next few seconds, he
was embraced by the woman he loved. He returned her loving hold, as she rested
her head on his chest.
Placing her ear near his heart, she could hear his soft rhythmic beating. It
always pleased her when she did that. It meant that he was there. That this,
wasn't some illusion. That the moment they were sharing now, was real.
She gazed up to him and smiled. "So how have you been doing?"
Ash looked down to her. "Ok...I guess." He said softly. "All things
considering..." He didn't need to continue the sentence. He knew, that she knew
what he was referring to.
Misty's deep blue eyes, sadden instantly. She nestled her head deeper into his
body and closed her eyes. "I know....I'm sorry...Ash," She said sadly.
The young man noticed her behavior. For a second he sighed. He didn't want the
night to go on like this. So instantly he recovered with a smile. "Hey don't
even think about it," He said merrily. "Lets just enjoy the night." He said
while giving her another tight squeeze.
Misty's deep blue eyes gazed up to his rich brown ones. She smiled. "Ok..." She
then had a mischievous smile and took his hand. "Now come with me...Ashy-boy..."
She said, while leading him towards the forest.
****
The young couple entered the underbrush. The many different sounds of the
woodland Pokemon filled the dark woods, as they continued to venture in. Once
there, would have been a time when the girl, would have been totally frighten to
ventured into a such a scary setting. But now she didn't have anything to worry
about now. Not anymore...
Finally coming to a clearing, the two exited the forest. Now before them was an
open green field. The night air seemed to give the area a haunting feel to it.
But other wise...it did seem peaceful.
Ash couldn't help to recall how the setting reminded him of a special night the
two had, so long time ago. Then he noticed a small arrayment of candle light.
And a blanket with a wooden basket.
Ash looked to Misty. "A picnic?"
The young woman smiled and nodded. "Uh..huh. Just like the one where you
proposed to me..."
A smile crossed Ash's face as he remembered the night. They were barely kids
back then. Things were so much simpler back then. No worries. He didn't have to
worry about a mortgage or raising a child. That was even before....
Ash stopped himself immediately. He didn't want to bring up any bad memories
now... His mind was plagued with those thoughts, the other 354 days of the year.
For this little time..he just wanted to think about his love. His wife...
"So how's Sarah doing?" Misty asked while settling herself down at the blanket.
Ash thought for a while. "Well, she's doing well." He began, while joining her.
"She just started the 1st grade this year." He smiled. "She looks just like you!
Has your blue eyes and everything..." He then frowned his eyebrows. "Besides the
fact, she has black hair and all..." He went into his pocket. "Here I have some
pictures for you."
Misty she smiled brightly as she looked the photographs. Her eyes teared up as
she gazed at the little girl. "She's beautiful..." Misty said while wiping her
eyes.
Ash smiled while handing her a tissue. "Just like her mom..." Misty blushed
slightly as she tabbed her eyes with the cloth.
Ash looked at the photos of their daughter again and smirked. "You should see
the fight she makes when I try to make her to eat her carrots..." His phrase
ended with a few chuckles.
Misty couldn't help but to laugh herself. She knew if there were anything that
she hated the most when she was a kid....(besides bugs and beets) were carrots.
The young woman gazed back to the pictures as she flipped through a few more.
"Umm...does she remember me...?" She knew the answer even before she said it.
But she still had to know.
Ash was now silent. He didn't want to lie to Misty...But he also knew the truth
was too painful. So....in the end... He guessed a little lie wouldn't hurt.
"Ummm....yeah...." He responded, in a matter of factly tone.
Instantly Misty saw through his farce. She looked to him and smiled..even though
Ash knew she didn't want to. "Liar..." The woman responded sadly. She didn't
even notice it, but Ash already retrieved the pictures.
He frowned slightly, then instantly was struck with an idea. He got up to his
feet and stood above her. He then looked down to her and smiled. "You want to
dance milady?" He asked while extending his hand to her.
The girl gave him a peculiar look. "Not really...Besides there is no music to
dance to..." She stated flatly.
Ash smirked as he took her hand. "Has that ever stopped us before?"
Misty got up and shook her head. "You certainly are a character Ash Ketchum...."
The two were now moving to the sounds of the wind. Slowly rocking forth to the
tunes of some unknown song.
Ash smiled as he continued to hold her closer and closer to him. "Why thank you
Misty Ketchum..." He finished the statement with dipping the young girl. The two
laughed from the action.
Misty sighed. "Misty Ketchum..." She said to herself. "Its been such a long
since I've had anyone call me that..." She looked to Ash, who smiled. She placed
her head on his chest again. "I almost forgot it was my name..."
"Never forget...though," Ash chimed in.
"I know...I don't think I will..." She answered softly. "But it gets harder and
harder every year Ash..."
The dark haired man frowned. "I know...But don't think about it..." He heeded.
"Just think about tonight..." He said while softly holding her chin. "Just think
about right now." He commented while brushing away a stray tear. "...And just
think about this.." He stated, while bringing his lips to hers.
Misty smiled, while she returning the kiss. She knew who she was. And she knew
no matter what happens when she gets back. She would never ever forget it.
'Thanks Ash...' The girl thought, as he put his arms around her.
Ash wasn't aware of the inner resolution that Misty just underwent. All he knew
was he was finally able to do, what he had been wanting to do all night. He
slowly ran his fingers along her back. Her skin felt so soft and her lips were
so sweet. He had almost forgotten how wonderful it felt when they kissed.
And he would have gladly spent the rest of the night, out there with his wife.
Just kissing under the starlight...that is if he stomach would have agreed to
the plan.
Misty instantly stopped their exchange when she heard Ash's stomach grumbling
"ASH!" She complained to her husband, for totally ruining the mood.
Ash blushes from total embarrassment. "I'm sorry misty.... I haven't had
anything since this morning."
The young woman glared at her counterpart. Then started to laugh. "I guess we
should get something inside you then..."
"I guess...But not before one more..." Then suddenly he darted over to Misty and
placed another deep sensual kiss on her. Then the two returned to the picnic
blanket.
***
Almost on impulse, Ash Ketchum started to rummage through the picnic basket. His
eyes already targeting the items, he was soon going to devour. And patiently in
the background, Misty Ketchum watched her husband scout throughout the foods.
After another few seconds, Ash brought out about seven large items. Misty
instantly recognized them as Ash's "appetizers." And finally bringing out a
plate, Ash went to work.
Bite after bite. He did admit that the food was good. After taking a bite into a
sandwich, he noticed Misty just staring idly after him, while he ate. He
frowned. "Your not eating..?" He asked innocently.
"I don't need to, remember..." She said softly.
Ash looked down. He couldn't believe he forgot about that. It's just everything
seemed to remind him of how things used to be. He just wasn't thinking.
"Sorry...I forgot.." He responded truthfully.
Misty smiled. "Don't be silly...Just enjoy yourself...I'll be fine..." She
reassured him.
Ash nodded and continued on with the meal. Ever now and then when the young man
would come up for air. And when he did, Misty was ready with another plate for
him.
***
An hour later Ash rose up from his meal. His stomach finally full, he was now in
search of his lovely wife. He didn't have to journey far though, because as so
as he got up, he noticed her sitting by the edge of Maidens Peak. The young
woman's gaze trailed off, looking into the water. Taking in, the vastness of the
ocean. And also hoping that the night would somehow never end.
After a few minutes the girl felt, strong arms enclosed her slender frame. She
looked up to stare into Ash's rich brown eyes. "What's on your mind...?" He
softly asked her, as her blue orbs returned to the view of the sea.
Whole minutes went by and Misty didn't make any response. Ash assumed she didn't
hear his question and was about to ask her something else. But then she said.
"Ash...Do you ever think about...What if things turned out differently? ...If
what happened so long ago...Didn't?"
Ash could feel his heart throbbing faster and faster the more he thought about
her inquiry. "All the time to be honest..." He answered her. Then he smiled at
her. "But we can't change what happen in the past. All we can do is move on I
guess..."
"But are we Ash?" Misty exclaimed, she got up to her feet to look at him. "Us
meeting like this every year...We're not moving on...! This...This is no way to
live your life Ash," Her voice nearly broke, from all the emotion she was
putting into them. "Death is no way to live!"
Ash stared back at her plainly. "I don't care..."
"What...?"
"I said I don't care...." Ash repeated. He rose up and looked into Misty's eyes.
"This is my choice." He stated while taking her hand. "Misty...This is how I
want to live my life." He looked away from her. And all though, Misty couldn't
see it. She knew he was crying. "So what if I'm living in the past...If it means
being with you...Even for a little while... Then it's worth it..." He then
looked at her, with tear filled eyes. "I miss you..."
"Ash...I miss you too..."Misty replied, shedding a few tears of her own. "It's
just when ever I think about what happened. I get..." Ash quietly shushed her,
while he puts his arms around her nymph like body.
"Can we just not think for a while...?" His words chiming in. All though they
held a simple request. She took his lead.
Misty smiled bitterly. "Like thinking was your strong suit anyway..."
At this Ash laughed. They he wore a sinister grin. "Then I guess..I should try
something I was good at..." Then with one motion, the young man scooped the
kicking, screaming and laughing red head into his arms. He took her back into
the direction of where their blanket was.
Within seconds, their laughter changed into silent moans, as the two made love
underneath the stars...
***
Later that night, after the last of the kisses were felt. And all their
remaining strengths was spent. The two continued to hold each other under the
starlight. Each body, who was now slightly glistening from their previous
activity, were at rest underneath their blankets.
"Misty..." His voice said. "Can you tell me what it's like...there?"
Misty looked over to her husband. "Ash, I told you last year...Don't you
remember...?"
The young man shook his head. "Nah..I guess I always forget..."
Misty looked away. "Idiot...." She said quietly. Then she looked over to he and
smiled. "Well...Everything is white when you first get there." She pulled for
more of the blanket, to cover herself. Silently Ash smiled to himself....She
always was a covers hog.
"Others always say they feel much lighter when your there. Kinda like
everything.. The past, all the burdens, all the troubles from your life have
been lifted. It's like your free..." She said very strongly.
But then another frown appeared on her lovely face. "But honestly, I never feel
that way..." She informed him. "I always have something that's on my
mind...Something that makes being there so very hard."
Ash looked at her, totally puzzled. "What is it?"
The woman gave him blank look. "You...silly."
"Oh..." Ash said finally understanding. He could relate...It seems like they
were in very similar circumstances. He then gave his wife another quick kiss
before she continued.
Misty blushed because of Ash's act, but continued. "Everyone is nice to you
there. And I guess it is good in away. Almost anything you can put your mind to,
can happen there." She said merrily. Then she let out a small sigh. "But I
think, many think I'm weird..."
"Why?"
"Cuss...I'm like the only person that always wants to come back." She answered
truthfully. Ash gave her a small squeeze and kiss. Kinda like his way of saying,
he always wanted her there too.
"But 'He' understands..." She said continuing. "I think that's the reason why
I'm able to come back...Back on our Anniversary..." She said proudly, while
turning back to Ash. Who at the moment was peacefully at rest. The girl looked
onto him for a few more seconds, then let out a small sigh.
"You always did fall asleep around that part..." She ended while giving him nice
goodnight kiss. For the next couple of hours, all she would be doing was
watching, the raise and fall of his chest. Always wishing she could do this
every night.
***
Ash awoke a few hours later. The minute he opened his eyes he was in a panic.
"OH GOD!!! No..!!!" He quickly rose to his feet. "Why do I always do that...?"
He couldn't believe he fell asleep. He promised himself he wouldn't this year.
Ash looked all around the area. Inside he prayed he didn't miss her leaving. He
couldn't live with himself if he didn't get to spent those last few minutes with
her. But rest assured, he didn't miss it.
After few seconds, he let out a relieved breath. She was still here. As
beautiful as ever, perched on the top of Maidens Peak.
He slowly approached her and put his arms around her. "It's about time you woke
up..." Misty said, while turning around to look at him. Her face still holding
her ever-present smile. "I was beginning to think I would have to get the 4th
Division to wake you up..."
Ash smiled. "Sorry..I didn't mean to... I was trying to get enough sleep all day
so I could finally last the whole night with you." Misty didn't comment. She
didn't mind. She always thought he looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. "Why
don't you wake me...?" He asked drawing her away from her thoughts.
The girl turns to him and looked deeply into his eyes. "I guess..." She paused,
for a second. She didn't know how she was going to word this right. "I guess, I
don't have the heart to." She beamed. "You do look awfully cute when your
asleep..." She said while pitching his cheeks. "Besides your very grumpy when
your awaken too early...anyway" She added.
Ash blushed. "Whatever...." He stated while brushing the comment off. "So how
long do we have?" He asked, trying to change the subject.
Misty looked across the water. She spotted the few trances of the sun trying to
peak over the horizon. "Just around the usually time..." She answered.
"I see.." Ash said sadly. For a few minutes he didn't have anything to say. Then
he remembered, they're last topic. "So did you ask 'Him', to send you on this
night?"
"Him? Him who?" Misty asked.
"You know..." He stated without mentioning the name. Then he looked up to the
heavens.
Signifying his answer.
Misty thought for a minute, then she understood. "Oh...? You were actually
listening to me?" She was more shocked than anything. She thought once Ash was
asleep, there was no way of reaching him.
The young man smiled. "Actually I've always heard you..." He nestled his chin on
her forehead. "And despite what you I said before...I do remember what you
say..."
"Then why do you always ask..every year?"
Ash shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know....I think it's just to hear your
voice..." He said truthfully. "I don't get to hear it as often you know...I miss
it..."
Misty blushed, while Ash chuckled to himself. She still did look cute when she
was embarrassed. He then looked past her and noticed the Sun was starting to
raise.
Misty broke out of their embrace and rose to her feet. She looked over to the
Sun one last time, then turned to her husband. "I have to go...Ash" Those words
were always the hardest thing to say.
"I know..." He said solemnly.
Misty looked onto him, almost as if she was trying to remember something very
important. Then it finally came to her. She knew she would have to close her
eyes when she said this, or she wouldn't have the heart to utter the words.
"Please....Please don't come next year...Ash"
Ash smiled. "Now you know, you always say that every year...."
"I know..." Misty replied, smiling slightly also. "And you always say.. "I
can't...I'll miss you too much..." She commented, while imitating Ash's voice.
She couldn't help but to laugh after that. Ash laughed also and smiled. She knew
him too well. Misty then gave her lover, a quick kiss before she walked toward
the edge of the peaks.
More of the Sun brilliant rays were starting to show. Normally a sight as lovely
as this, would be clearly welcomed by all. But now, all the Sun represented was
the end of their only way of being whole.
And the more Misty looked at the Sun, the more frighten she was. She ran back to
her husband and clutched onto him tightly. "Ash I don't want to go! PLEASE I
can't go back...Everything is so lonely there!!!" She screamed while clutching
him tighter and tighter. More of her tears started to race down her face as she
poured herself out to him. "Please just let me stay with you! I want to be with
you...I want to see Sarah grow up and get married and have kids of her own!!! I
want to be a grandmother Ash! I want to grow old with you!!! I want us to always
be together!!! Please Ash!! Please!!!" She ended as she buried her face into
him.
All Ash could do was hold her. He ran his hands through her hair, while she
wept. Ash didn't know what to say honestly. He knew he wanted the samething. To
stay together....forever. But he knew...her staying would still be wrong. All
though he wanted it so much, he knew things were the way they were for a reason.
But now...all he could do now..was try to comfort her. "Misty..." Ash started to
say.
Misty covered his lips. "I'm sorry Ash...I'm just so scared..." Ash took her
hand and kissed it, while she continued. "It gets harder and harder every year
to have to let you go....I'm afraid one year you won't be here and I'll be
totally alone..." She admitted.
Ash shook his head. "No matter what happens...you'll never be alone. And I'll
always be there. If anything, us being here now is proof of that." He added with
a small smile. "And I'll always comeback. Every year...Till the day I'm finally
able to be with you forever...So don't worry... Just have faith...I know I
do..."
Misty nodded and wiped the rest of her tears. "I love you Ash...I love you so
much..."
"I know... I love you too Misty..."
The girl was about to say something else, but then she stopped. For a brief
second she turned away from Ash and looked on to the horizon. She stared in that
direction for a few minutes then turned back to Ash. "They are saying I have to
go.."
"Ok..." Ash replied sadly. He gave his wife a big hug and planted his lips on
hers.
Misty gladly returned the action. They held each other for a few more minutes.
Then they finally released each other. Misty took a few steps away from Ash. Ash
was about to walk back to his car but then Misty called him back.
"Please tell Sarah that her mother loves her very much. And make her eat her
carrots, no matter how much she hates them!! And..." She looked to Ash and
smiled. "Ash try to get out some more...Hang out with Brock and Tracey again...
Enjoy yourself...and..don't forget me..."
The dark hair man nodded. "I know Mist...Till next year..."
"Till next year..." Misty replied.
"Till death do us part..."
"....And even after"
The two ended the passage with one final kiss. Ash arms enfolded around Misty's
body. He couldn't believe he was letting her go again this year. He continued to
hold her, even as she slowly started to vanish from his grasp.
In a few minutes she was gone and Ash felt the loneliness again. He turned back
to their picnic area just to see a barren green field. It was almost like Misty,
was never was even there.
Taking a small sigh and one last look. Ash gathered his things, and went back to
his car, for the long trip home.
***
I know that many people wouldn't agree with my actions...
The atrocity of a husband and wife still seeking each others love, even after
death...
The idea alone would be deemed unholy...
I know many would think that, I'm a fool for still loving one who is no longer
of this world...
That the only way to find peace and maybe happiness is to let go and forget...
But how can that be so, when I can only find true happiness, when she's in my
arms..
Life or death...
The boundaries seem so tremendous...
But frankly that doesn't matter to me...
The only thing that is constant..is my love for her...
Happy Anniversary Misty....
Fin
Sunday, May 9, 2010
I want..
I want to be a model. I want to be a star. I want to be a princess to some foreign country. I want to be the first to become the scene girl in a preppy magazine. I want to ride a horse. I want to climb the Empire State Building and dance. I want to ride a Whale. I want to sleep naked under the stars. I want to grow a garden. I want to cook for the prince. I want to be the girl that makes the guys scream. I don't want to be like a slut. I want to become a rapper. I want to sing and dance. I want to get married. I want to get married in a strange way. I want to have the best honeymoon. I want to save my virginity to Mr.right. I want to settle down somewhere quiet and remote. I want to raise a family. I want to become the perfect wife. I want Paolo to stay with Emily. I want to cry. I want to laugh. I want to do everything. I want to be crippled. I want to be blind. I want to be deaf. I want to be mute. I want to be special. I want to be disabled. I want to get sick. I want to get cancer. I want the diseases and learn from it. I want things that people are afraid to do. I want to travel. I want what he wants. I want what she wants. I want to eat a lot of ice cream and never get fat. I want bigger breasts. I want smaller breasts. I want..I just want the things that normal people want...because we're not perfect. I want things. things that aren't materialistic, but earning them! :)
that's all I want. what do you want?
that's all I want. what do you want?
Perfect Imperfect
Nobody's perfect.
It's an unwritten law; it's a matter of existence. You have to know not to try to be perfect, just to try your hardest for everyone, so that they know how strong you are, and how much you can grow as a human being.
But she still had to ask herself. She still needed to know... She wasn't perfect, she wasn't trying to be perfect. But there were so many out there who were so much better than her. He could have had almost any one of them.
So, why did he choose her..?
She was so violent sometimes... And argumentative. And sarcastic. She was nice when she wanted to be, but she knew that she had uncontrollable anger issues.
And yet, with all of those negative qualities...
He still chose her.
Sometimes his naivety took her breath away.
She loved him. She really, truly, absolutely loved him. Without a doubt. What she did doubt all of those years was whether or not he loved her, as well. But now she knew that he did. She'd known for awhile. That's why they were living together.
That's why they were going to go to the restaurant where they had their first date next week, in order to celebrate their anniversary.
But all of that seemed to bring the question back to her mind.
Why did he choose her when he could have had anyone? He was so good looking, and kind hearted, and careful, and popular, and funny. Like the perfect guy.
He wasn't perfect; but he was still a hell of a lot better than her.
There were plenty of girls out there who'd give almost anything just to shake his hand, and they were all beautiful, sweet, well-dressed and brought up, and mindless. Sort of like dolls in a way, but it seemed like the more control a guy had in his relationship, the more he was willing to go for it.
But he wasn't like that. he was him. He was just the best friend you could have. The best boyfriend you could have. The best son, the best brother, the best husband.
Anyone could tell just by looking at him.
her?
she's the most controlling, sarcastic, offensive, angry, violent girl anyone could ever meet.
It wasn't like she was trying to insult herself. She wasn't like that. She was just... Telling it like it was.
She and him had been together for almost a year now... But she couldn't help but ask herself as he held her everyday...
Why did he choose her..?
Sometimes she felt like it was worth changing, if she could get him to admit that there was someone else he'd rather be with. She knew that, if there was, it would make her miserable, but it seemed worth knowing.
Because she wanted answers.
It was a wonderful night as always.
He entered through the patio door, sighed and began to remove his coat, and that bothersome tie... He'd never been able to restrain himself for longer than was necessary. And then he'd put on a fake stony face and ask in a Fred Flintstone voice where his dinner was, and then she'd laugh and they'd kiss each other before sitting down together to relax.
That's how it was every night. As always, as preferred.
But the air seemed more still upon his entrance tonight, and he knew that his girlfriend would be asking questions. Hopefully there was nothing that seemed to trace him to a mistress; after all, there was none, but he was sure it would be some type of fun for an anonymous person to ruin his life with the young woman he loved.
But he tried to simmer the boiling atmosphere by acting as he always did. And she laughed, and she hugged and kissed him in welcome. It was their custom. And they wouldn't give it up just because she may have wanted to talk to him about something.
They were on the couch and he was ruffling her hair when she asked it.
".....why did you want to be with me?"
There was a snort. He was willing to laugh her question off..?
"That's pretty stupid of you. You know why I chose to be with you. I love you."
"Yeah, I've always known that... But... Why..?"
There was a moment of silence.
"Because, there's just no one else like you. And no one more perfect for me."
"But I'm not, and I'm never going to be--! Sometimes I think that... That maybe... Don't you wonder what would happen if you went off with another girl? I mean, if you life turned out better than her, rather than when you're here with me..?"
He stopped brushing his hands through her hair and stared at the wall across from them. It seemed like he was trying to explain something impossible, and she couldn't help wondering why it would take so long, or knowing that it was her fault that he was trying so hard to come up with an answer that would please him.
"You don't have to live up to the world's standards of perfection for me to think that you're... Perfect. When I said that, I meant that you couldn't work any better with me. You're such a lovable person, even though sometimes you're kinda hard to deal with..." He let out a small laugh, "But it doesn't matter because there's nothing about you that I can't love. Your vigor, your personality, your... Unique fashion sense, your belief in what's right, your physical relationships with those around you..." There was another laugh, "What's not to love?"
"You mean...You like me this way? Do you really..?"
"Yea." He seemed to know the answer to her question without her asking it, "You're perfectly imperfect, and I love you for that."
They smiled as she sat up and hugged onto him, clutching him like a porcelain doll she was afraid she'd drop if she let go.
He made a mock-gagging noise, "Ugh... Air..! I need air..!" She let go and slapped him lightly on the shoulder, and then she leaned back against him again and smiled at the ceiling above her.
he loved her because she was..perfectly imperfect. she doesn't think she could get much better than that.
It's an unwritten law; it's a matter of existence. You have to know not to try to be perfect, just to try your hardest for everyone, so that they know how strong you are, and how much you can grow as a human being.
But she still had to ask herself. She still needed to know... She wasn't perfect, she wasn't trying to be perfect. But there were so many out there who were so much better than her. He could have had almost any one of them.
So, why did he choose her..?
She was so violent sometimes... And argumentative. And sarcastic. She was nice when she wanted to be, but she knew that she had uncontrollable anger issues.
And yet, with all of those negative qualities...
He still chose her.
Sometimes his naivety took her breath away.
She loved him. She really, truly, absolutely loved him. Without a doubt. What she did doubt all of those years was whether or not he loved her, as well. But now she knew that he did. She'd known for awhile. That's why they were living together.
That's why they were going to go to the restaurant where they had their first date next week, in order to celebrate their anniversary.
But all of that seemed to bring the question back to her mind.
Why did he choose her when he could have had anyone? He was so good looking, and kind hearted, and careful, and popular, and funny. Like the perfect guy.
He wasn't perfect; but he was still a hell of a lot better than her.
There were plenty of girls out there who'd give almost anything just to shake his hand, and they were all beautiful, sweet, well-dressed and brought up, and mindless. Sort of like dolls in a way, but it seemed like the more control a guy had in his relationship, the more he was willing to go for it.
But he wasn't like that. he was him. He was just the best friend you could have. The best boyfriend you could have. The best son, the best brother, the best husband.
Anyone could tell just by looking at him.
her?
she's the most controlling, sarcastic, offensive, angry, violent girl anyone could ever meet.
It wasn't like she was trying to insult herself. She wasn't like that. She was just... Telling it like it was.
She and him had been together for almost a year now... But she couldn't help but ask herself as he held her everyday...
Why did he choose her..?
Sometimes she felt like it was worth changing, if she could get him to admit that there was someone else he'd rather be with. She knew that, if there was, it would make her miserable, but it seemed worth knowing.
Because she wanted answers.
It was a wonderful night as always.
He entered through the patio door, sighed and began to remove his coat, and that bothersome tie... He'd never been able to restrain himself for longer than was necessary. And then he'd put on a fake stony face and ask in a Fred Flintstone voice where his dinner was, and then she'd laugh and they'd kiss each other before sitting down together to relax.
That's how it was every night. As always, as preferred.
But the air seemed more still upon his entrance tonight, and he knew that his girlfriend would be asking questions. Hopefully there was nothing that seemed to trace him to a mistress; after all, there was none, but he was sure it would be some type of fun for an anonymous person to ruin his life with the young woman he loved.
But he tried to simmer the boiling atmosphere by acting as he always did. And she laughed, and she hugged and kissed him in welcome. It was their custom. And they wouldn't give it up just because she may have wanted to talk to him about something.
They were on the couch and he was ruffling her hair when she asked it.
".....why did you want to be with me?"
There was a snort. He was willing to laugh her question off..?
"That's pretty stupid of you. You know why I chose to be with you. I love you."
"Yeah, I've always known that... But... Why..?"
There was a moment of silence.
"Because, there's just no one else like you. And no one more perfect for me."
"But I'm not, and I'm never going to be--! Sometimes I think that... That maybe... Don't you wonder what would happen if you went off with another girl? I mean, if you life turned out better than her, rather than when you're here with me..?"
He stopped brushing his hands through her hair and stared at the wall across from them. It seemed like he was trying to explain something impossible, and she couldn't help wondering why it would take so long, or knowing that it was her fault that he was trying so hard to come up with an answer that would please him.
"You don't have to live up to the world's standards of perfection for me to think that you're... Perfect. When I said that, I meant that you couldn't work any better with me. You're such a lovable person, even though sometimes you're kinda hard to deal with..." He let out a small laugh, "But it doesn't matter because there's nothing about you that I can't love. Your vigor, your personality, your... Unique fashion sense, your belief in what's right, your physical relationships with those around you..." There was another laugh, "What's not to love?"
"You mean...You like me this way? Do you really..?"
"Yea." He seemed to know the answer to her question without her asking it, "You're perfectly imperfect, and I love you for that."
They smiled as she sat up and hugged onto him, clutching him like a porcelain doll she was afraid she'd drop if she let go.
He made a mock-gagging noise, "Ugh... Air..! I need air..!" She let go and slapped him lightly on the shoulder, and then she leaned back against him again and smiled at the ceiling above her.
he loved her because she was..perfectly imperfect. she doesn't think she could get much better than that.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Long-Distances
Does holding on to the mantra “distance makes the heart grow fonder” begin to give you some doubts? If you’re troubled whether your long distance relationship will last long enough or not, you are not alone.
Everyday on the planet, millions and millions of people got no choice but to deal with being miles apart from their loved ones:
◦Executives on a string of offshore meetings, leaving their families behind for days
◦Soldiers fighting for freedom in a foreign land, with loved ones worrying about them back home
◦High school sweethearts pursuing college degrees in separate and distant universities
◦Overseas workers who can’t wait for their contracts to finish and be with their spouses and kids
◦Movie stars shooting abroad, feeling all alone once the filming lights turn off
◦Lovers who ran into each other online and awaiting for the day they meet each other physically
No matter who or what you are, no one is really excused when it comes to the obstacles posed by being in a long distance relationship. So, can long distance relationships work? Of course!
Snubbing naysayers
Like all those millions and millions of people above, I too once had to deal with a long distance relationship. The sad truth is no one really bothers to acknowledge the difficulties of keeping up a long distance relationship – people think it’s downright absurd and is bound for a breakup anyway.
You know what I mean if you are involved in such kind of a relationship: your parents, best friends, co-workers or classmates might have told you time and again that it’s never going to work. But that’s not true. In fact, there are a lot of things you can do to keep your long distance relationship fiery and strong.
Facing up to the challenge
Just think of it as a challenge. There’s a certain advantage to being miles away from your loved ones. Couples who got the advantage of meeting up with one another frequently somewhat fail to count their blessings after some time. But in your case, you have every reason to defy distance, to keep the connection alive, and to look forward to seeing each other like it’s the most important thing in the world!
Go on. Maintain the long distance relationship. Prove everybody wrong.
Thanks to the internet, keeping in touch with your sweetheart abroad is not as expensive as other modes of communication in the past. So there’s no reason for you to subscribe to that rubbish “distance makes the heart forget”! You can exchange e-mails, chat and call each other. You may send flying kisses via webcams or flood each other’s social networking site with sweet nothings!
Distance not a setback
Long distance relationships may sound unusual and challenging – but it’s not impossible! If you want to keep the relationship, then no one or nothing should persuade you to do otherwise – not your family and friends, and most especially not the distance.
Distance should not be the basis to end a relationship. Distance should be defied and considered as a test to make the bond stronger. You are not alone. I was once there. Millions and millions of people all around the world find it no problem. They survive it on a daily basis. And so can you!
After all, how often does it happen in a person's life that he or she falls so absolutely in love? How often in life are we honored to take such a risk? How often does it happen that nearly every passing thought brings to mind your other half, or when you think of him or her, the butterflies in your stomach do a whirling dervish? Maybe once or twice if you're super lucky. It's not just a passing fancy or some kind of silly crush. It's a heavy aching and pounding in the heart and stomach that goes on almost non-stop for days, weeks, months, and sometimes years. It's an anxious feeling that something is terribly amiss because your partner is not by your side. Even hanging up the phone on good terms can be unsettling; you're left with the final words of your lover's voice resonating in your head until the next time you talk with him or her. This is love. It's love with obstacles and challenges and lots of distance. Remember, even couples who live together have their own set of problems, but whether together or apart, only love (and a lot of effort and discipline on both sides!) determine whether they will pull through.
There are several things you might be experiencing if this is the first time you are apart. Some of these things might be frightening or confusing, but it doesn't necessarily mean there is something wrong with your long distance relationship, your partner, or with your own feelings of love. It just means you must learn a different way and routine for now, in which you can show each other on a daily basis how much you love and mean to each other.
Here are some things I felt the first time after my partner and I went our separate ways after spending 5 weeks getting to know each other and falling in love:
•Love
•Euphoria
•Grief
•Anxiety
•Uncertainty
•Fear of getting hurt
The last four points don't seem to coincide well with the first two points, but it makes sense that if you are truly, deeply in love with someone who you've just met and happens to live on another continent, then there is also going to be an element of uncertainty and fear associated with investing your heart, soul, time, and money on an incredibly special person and relationship, only to lose him or her. The stakes are much higher in long distance relationships compared to non-long distance relationships because of the added time and money as well as emotional investment needed to make this relationship work, especially in the beginning when you are trying to establish a firm foundation. Whether you are together or apart, losing the love of your life is preventable if the feelings for each other, attitudes, and goals are mutual.
My point is you shouldn't give up. Never give up.
My friends Emily and Paolo have been together for 5 months, and thy're far apart. Canada and America. They're working to make things meet...
Everyday on the planet, millions and millions of people got no choice but to deal with being miles apart from their loved ones:
◦Executives on a string of offshore meetings, leaving their families behind for days
◦Soldiers fighting for freedom in a foreign land, with loved ones worrying about them back home
◦High school sweethearts pursuing college degrees in separate and distant universities
◦Overseas workers who can’t wait for their contracts to finish and be with their spouses and kids
◦Movie stars shooting abroad, feeling all alone once the filming lights turn off
◦Lovers who ran into each other online and awaiting for the day they meet each other physically
No matter who or what you are, no one is really excused when it comes to the obstacles posed by being in a long distance relationship. So, can long distance relationships work? Of course!
Snubbing naysayers
Like all those millions and millions of people above, I too once had to deal with a long distance relationship. The sad truth is no one really bothers to acknowledge the difficulties of keeping up a long distance relationship – people think it’s downright absurd and is bound for a breakup anyway.
You know what I mean if you are involved in such kind of a relationship: your parents, best friends, co-workers or classmates might have told you time and again that it’s never going to work. But that’s not true. In fact, there are a lot of things you can do to keep your long distance relationship fiery and strong.
Facing up to the challenge
Just think of it as a challenge. There’s a certain advantage to being miles away from your loved ones. Couples who got the advantage of meeting up with one another frequently somewhat fail to count their blessings after some time. But in your case, you have every reason to defy distance, to keep the connection alive, and to look forward to seeing each other like it’s the most important thing in the world!
Go on. Maintain the long distance relationship. Prove everybody wrong.
Thanks to the internet, keeping in touch with your sweetheart abroad is not as expensive as other modes of communication in the past. So there’s no reason for you to subscribe to that rubbish “distance makes the heart forget”! You can exchange e-mails, chat and call each other. You may send flying kisses via webcams or flood each other’s social networking site with sweet nothings!
Distance not a setback
Long distance relationships may sound unusual and challenging – but it’s not impossible! If you want to keep the relationship, then no one or nothing should persuade you to do otherwise – not your family and friends, and most especially not the distance.
Distance should not be the basis to end a relationship. Distance should be defied and considered as a test to make the bond stronger. You are not alone. I was once there. Millions and millions of people all around the world find it no problem. They survive it on a daily basis. And so can you!
After all, how often does it happen in a person's life that he or she falls so absolutely in love? How often in life are we honored to take such a risk? How often does it happen that nearly every passing thought brings to mind your other half, or when you think of him or her, the butterflies in your stomach do a whirling dervish? Maybe once or twice if you're super lucky. It's not just a passing fancy or some kind of silly crush. It's a heavy aching and pounding in the heart and stomach that goes on almost non-stop for days, weeks, months, and sometimes years. It's an anxious feeling that something is terribly amiss because your partner is not by your side. Even hanging up the phone on good terms can be unsettling; you're left with the final words of your lover's voice resonating in your head until the next time you talk with him or her. This is love. It's love with obstacles and challenges and lots of distance. Remember, even couples who live together have their own set of problems, but whether together or apart, only love (and a lot of effort and discipline on both sides!) determine whether they will pull through.
There are several things you might be experiencing if this is the first time you are apart. Some of these things might be frightening or confusing, but it doesn't necessarily mean there is something wrong with your long distance relationship, your partner, or with your own feelings of love. It just means you must learn a different way and routine for now, in which you can show each other on a daily basis how much you love and mean to each other.
Here are some things I felt the first time after my partner and I went our separate ways after spending 5 weeks getting to know each other and falling in love:
•Love
•Euphoria
•Grief
•Anxiety
•Uncertainty
•Fear of getting hurt
The last four points don't seem to coincide well with the first two points, but it makes sense that if you are truly, deeply in love with someone who you've just met and happens to live on another continent, then there is also going to be an element of uncertainty and fear associated with investing your heart, soul, time, and money on an incredibly special person and relationship, only to lose him or her. The stakes are much higher in long distance relationships compared to non-long distance relationships because of the added time and money as well as emotional investment needed to make this relationship work, especially in the beginning when you are trying to establish a firm foundation. Whether you are together or apart, losing the love of your life is preventable if the feelings for each other, attitudes, and goals are mutual.
My point is you shouldn't give up. Never give up.
My friends Emily and Paolo have been together for 5 months, and thy're far apart. Canada and America. They're working to make things meet...
Sunday, May 2, 2010
She loves Him?
She tries not to get boring just to keep him interested
Does she love him?
She tries to keep the romance alive by doing things just to please him
Does she love him?
She worries about him and thinks about him everyday
Does she love him
She worries about the future and thinks he's not going to be there
Does she love him
She over thinks about the possibilites
Does she love him....
Does she love him?
She tries to keep the romance alive by doing things just to please him
Does she love him?
She worries about him and thinks about him everyday
Does she love him
She worries about the future and thinks he's not going to be there
Does she love him
She over thinks about the possibilites
Does she love him....
Intrigued
The longer that I'm keeping you, the more selfish I'm becoming. I don't deseve you. You've given me many reasons to stay and to continue on what we have. But now that I see it..I haven't done anything for you. How can I be selfish and let this get to me? I've always wanted you, but now that I got you...so what? What can I do with you? What can I do to show you that I want you here? Nothing. That's all I could ever say
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