Comeplete.Only he makes me throw my head back, close my eyes and sigh happily.Speechlessly.Breathlessly.An "I love you.." is all it takes.There's one million ways to say I love you, and everytime he's said it to me it's made my heart race and my stomach burn with lust and passion and love and longing.Everything he ever does makes me feel everything at once.Everything that's been meaning to make me smile for so long but just hasn't been there.There's been a lack there of.And instead of bringing me a drink that night, I think he found a little bit of my soul that had been missing.Thank God he brought it back.No one can make me feel the way he does.A perfect balance of a comeplete loss for words, shortage of breath, my raw heart racing...and I'm finally comeplete.
Anger in a Nutshell."...write what you're passionate about." they told me. It was a pretty obvious concept, considering it was a persuasive speech I was supposed to be writing. It should be a lot easier to get up infront of the judges and preach about what you believe in. What you're passionate about. Unfortunately, I don't remember the last time I was passionate about something.Only now, after meeting him, am I capable of putting names to my feelings and figuring out whether I know myself as well as I think I do.It took me a whole month to come up with what I was most passionate about.My dad called it bullshit.My mom said it made me look dumb, but I couldn't help but wonder whether she meant that. My dad can't critique without yelling and I figured my mom was backing him up for a reason..I guess I don't look as dumb anymore.Just wait 'till I tell them I don't believe in God.