The Grand Finale of this sun-shiny series. Quite Frankly, the amount of astonishing asshole stories, since I began this series, has been astounding! So here's to one last good one!Mr. Samurai was not my typical kind of cute but we began talking while I was still in Texas and he was in China. The conversation flowed and instantly, like Uncle Ben's ready rice, I felt comfortable. I could tell him anything and not feel judged or vulnerable. When I met him, he could not have been kinder AND we shared favorite bands!!! I'm coming apart at the seams; pitching myself for leads in other people's dreams now....Doc, there's a hole where something was.
Bring home the boys and scrap scrap metal the tanks. Get hitched and make a career out of robbing banks; Because the world is just a teller and we are wearing black masks. "You broke our spirit," says the note we pass Take our tears and put them on ice; cause I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light
I'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake. The hand behind this pen relives a failure every day. We explored both the city we just transferred to and the feelings floating before us. He had no interest in talking to other girls-- I had no interest in getting my heart broken. We explored the city and talked about savings accounts and ex-fiances and our parents and their mistakes we refused to make. We clung to gates that had never admitted any other to enter. We sipped conversation at breweries and strolled parks full of interest. He even made me dinner, poured me wine, and we danced barefoot in his living room. He left me flowers on my door step and a note to make a girl melt. Something along the lines of: every beautiful girl deserves flowers...well, here are yours. I've never met someone as caring and understanding as you. He introduced me to his friends, invited me to festivals, made beignets, slept over a couple times.... the list goes on. He was incredible, but I wouldn't let him make me his. At one point during our "dating season," during one of our countless heart-to-hearts he looked deep into my eyes and told me he could see that I didn't think I was beautiful. It was the most raw moment I've had with even counselors of mine. I'll never forget it. That's the thing I've really learned about nice guys: they're everywhere, but not always where you need them to be. Physically, geographically, emotionally, mentally, even blissfully. Love, like life is about reactions to supernatural experiences-- any minute, any year. Love is so much more than finding someone that checks your boxes, makes you smile, or downright respects you. I haven't been able to wrap my head around it yet, but I'm finally starting to enjoy the ride. Beauty encompasses this world, we just have to be intentional when seeking it. Call me sentimental, but I still have it. Not all endings are quite that sweet.....This is barbaric and I refuse to furnish a brownie recipe to this pan of ends..... since all these good guys from this series ended not in
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