One of the reasons I like my best friend is that he always convince me and himself that I’m not crazy. It’s nice.
And I can’t be running back and forth forever between grief and high delight.
“That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.”
And the days are not long enough,
And the nights are not long enough,
And life slips by like a field mouse,
Not even shaking the grass.
Today, a friend asked me to go online because he needed to ask me some questions about girls. He recently dated someone and apparently she was not in a happy mood today. After he’s done asking questions, he showed me some of the drawings he did for his girlfriend. Some of them were really cute and I could see that he was very much in the “love drunk” phrase. Did I mention that this guy is one of the most romantic people I’ve ever met? Hopelessly romantic, most people would say. Seeing people in love the way he is is very rare nowadays. It reminds me of my own first love story.
Here is a part of the conversation we had on FB Chat, while I was criticizing his works- an animated picture in this case.
some of the yellow is too bright
it hurts my eyes
but i love the drawing and the message
you’re supposed to wait when the background turns to black
then it’ll be clear
cuz it’s to say.. in relationships, you gotta be patient
or else you’ll be blinded by the preconceptions and perfect expectations rather than working with the other to overcome flaws
Whether he tried to defend his work or he really planned it out to be that way, I liked what i heard, or read (since it’s chatting)
Such thing as being patient sounds so simple, yet it could be extremely hard to do. People don’t want to be patient until things have gone sour. Only then, they wish they had a chance to be patient, but no chance is being given.
Tomorrow when the farm boys find this
freak of nature, they will wrap his body
in newspaper and carry him to the museum.
But tonight he is alive and in the north
field with his mother. It is a perfect
summer evening: the moon rising over
the orchard, the wind in the grass. And
as he stares into the sky, there are
twice as many stars as usual.