My loneliness is 6'1" with short, vivid brown hair,big bright eyes, dimples, and a too-wide smile. When it got so bad that I couldn't help but cry and clutch myself he would visit me. He visited me for many many years, for as long as I could remember.
Since I was a tiny kid I had known him, and eventually I fell in love with him. I trusted him more than I've ever trusted anyone in my life, I trusted him to the maximum capacity for me to trust. I loved him more than anyone I've ever loved in my entire life, I loved him to the maximum capacity for me to love.
After our adventures, as we winded down from our exhaustion, I would tell him how much I loved him. I would say it over and over again because I didn't know how to make words big enough to say it only once. And he would listen, and grin, and take my face in his hands, and say "Me too, sunshine. Me too."
One day, God thought he loved him more than me and decided to take him away. Then, he never came to see me again.
These days I'm not so lonely. I have a family that loves me very much, and I've learned to like the quiet space that surrounds me when I am by myself. And if I live a thousand years more I will never forget his dimples or the way he loved me. I miss him so much."When love is eternal, even God bends his rule." I've always believed in this. As silly as it sounds, deep down I believe that one day he will walk through that door and take me away.
Would you sell your soul if the conditions of the contract were not eternal damnation after death but rather a guarantee of oblivion? No pain, no muss, no fuss, you're piece isn't captured it's just...flicked off the board. Whether or not the hindus, the mormons, the wiccans, or the athiests are right you have the oppourtunity to trade whatever chance you have of consciousness beyond death for a handful of wishes.
Seriously consider this. I have. I would do it if in return I got the following things:
1. A cure for cancer, and an assured continued lifespan of at least another eighty years,
2. Him. By my side. Alive. Forever.
and 3. Fairly powerful telekinesis. Think later levels of Elebits.
Something happened two days ago. God, why am I such a moron? Pffft.
I just said "Bikini Off" really loud and then I turned around and my friend's parents were right behind me. Great. So awkward. Now I can never go onto the first floor of his house ever again for fear of running into them and reliving that one most awkward of moments.
Contingency plans:
1. I'm going to have to climb in and out of his second floor window via rope ladder.
2. Engineer some sort of medium-large explosion in their back yard as a distraction every time I want to rush through the living room and to the stairs.
3. Take his parents out to dinner and spend an hour and a half trying to explain that what I actually said was "zuchinni loft".
4. Try to convince them that inner-wear are a valid form of marital aids and self-expression for their marriage. Bring some of my pamphlets for the Billabong Summer Collection. Oooh! Genius, Fyy!
That's all I've got. I need help, this dude owns a Playstation 3 and I really don't want to stop visiting him. His parents are Atheists.
(Say that they heard it wrongly, Ryan. Seriously, not funny dude.)
Moving on.
Profundity! Why do you fill me, and leave me no way to express you? If only, if only, if only I were in Alaska, on a mountaintop, watching everything I love expire in a chasm beneath me! If only I expressed a latent telekinesis, just as zombies attacked and the world needed me most! If only my REAL father descended on a silver chariot from the sky, Baron of all the Andromeda, and asked me to ascend with him, to rule in perpetuity! Only such magnificent circumstances would give me the oppourtunity to express such profundity!
But instead, here I languish. No catastrophe, no telekinesis, no way to posess a galaxy with an iron fist of terror and discipline. Only a basket of dirty laundry waiting to be sorted into colors, whites, and darks, and an obliviously cheerful cat who would enjoy a bit of attention and maybe a small piece of fish.
At least I'll assume I made at least one of you aliens laugh. A make-believe-cyborg making an alien laugh. Dang, that is super duper cool. Lemme contact NASA. Nah, I'm kidding. Do not attempt to laugh or I will make you say cyborg over and over and over again.
Articial flavourings make me whine. Sorry. My bad.
Just for giggs.
Does "eternal love" exists?
- Yes
- No
- Blah, no such thing, furrreek.
Some say it is a legend, a myth, the dream of a madman.
Others swear up and down they have seen it with their own cursed eyes. But they are few, and never believed. Enslaved for 49 milleniums, it will know no rest. It will know no mercy. It is the damned.
"It is forever."
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