As the hairs on the gently woven cello bow cascade across the tight strings of D and G, a melody compiles towards itself.  Gently singing it's self in a mocking, but beautiful way towards the ears of those willing to listen.  Those that have no choice but to listen to the notes that make out what they truly feel as the chords and the half notes are written in thin air.  Prelude composed by Bach, who lived in the romantic period of music and way of living, knew the notes that touched our very hearts, if not souls.  He beautifully mastered many instruments, the least favorite, but most beautiful souding instrument, the cello, captured many ears with the debute of the sheeted music, "Prelude".  Others know Fur Elise, a wonderful piece written for the piano, considered the most romantic insturment, along with the violin.  But what many do not know is the thoughts that are created and played with these instruments.  Of course, music is a matter of living, we live it everyday, humming, writing poetry, even reading is considered a musical way of living.  Painting and writing the thoughts that race through our minds at nothing more than the speed of light.  Music would be the only thing that'd be left on this earth if all was quiet.  It's a way of listening to words that cannot be spoken aloud or silently.  It's a way to express, feel saddness, love, anger, dispair, sorrow, joy, pleasure.  These things that are taken for granted, when all that is being done is a song being played over and over and over again to get the right time, the right rhyrhym, the right notes that portray the expressions that speak to our minds.  It's the only silent thing on this earth that still plays louder than ever.

Someone had asked me a few days ago, if love was a 'magical' feeling.  Whether you believe it is or not, is ultimatly up to you, but on my account, this is my opinion.

There is nothing magical in the word love, nor in the feeling.  It just doesn't happen because we wish for it, or we smack our heels together and say it three times.  It just is.  It's everything that we want, that we need.  Love is the only feeling that we allow to become a part of our hearts and our souls.  It simply is to be.  Love is what makes us stronger, what weakens us in times that we need to be shown that being bold isn't everything that possibly needs be.  Creating laughter when all the tears are falling down because of a tragedy.  Patient and kind.  It knows no jealous, for jealous is the sister of greed and love surely knows nothing of greed.  The roughest, toughest, hardest person that was created by and unkindly 'love' still allows it to find them.  We, as humans, allow to find us even when we know nothing of what we want or need.  It's the monster that so many fear that lays beneath our beds.  Lettng it in ourselves makes it easier, pushing it back, time and time again, only fuels love more.  Searching, never giving up until it find that crack under the door and slides itself right in.  Capturing you, slowly, surely, until finally it drowns you in it's selflesness.  Love is made by God.  Ignore it and you shall suffer like you cannon imagive.  When it finds you, be forwarned how many itemized gifts it will bring.  Fights, cherished moments, laughter, tears of joy and sorrow, some..broken hearts.  But, in the end of this long prelude, it only makes us stronger.  Until, once again, it's ready to find us again.  And /that/ is the true music in this world.  It's never lost in battles or wars, greed and tyranny.  There will always be two people never afraid to fall, and a whole world afraid to hold on.

I wrote this entry for a purpose and a reason.  Many that know me, I always have a reason to sound so stellar like this.  But, this time, it calls for something awesome.  And I did it.  I think.  Anyway, this entry is dedicated to an extremely meaningful person that I just so happen to know.  Months ago, it seemed my world came crashing to the foregrounds of what seemed to be a complete devistation.  Since that day, fear guarded me.  I stopped trusting people, even know, I take great caution in trusting new faces that lurk about in the world I step into.  It seems now, it slowly walks itself away, I no longer fear as much as I used too.  Trusting, of course is an issue with new faces and some old, but with him, I no longer need to worry about such a silly thing.  It seems that I can trust him with everything.  And maybe one other, I can actually do that with.  He has been the only guy in my life, besides my dad, that I feel I cant /actually/ trust.  Trust with him with my [whole] heart.  And that's a big step for me, which surprisingly came so, not fast, but steady?  Maybe.  Not so sure, it just happened.  And I guess that's the way it's supposed to be.  He makes me /so/ happy, it's unbelievable.  I never though anything could make me happy again.  /Really/, /really/ happy.  There's so much more, that I'd like to say, but, it's so /hard/ to write them all down when everything just seems to be falling into place, the /right/ way this time.   I guess what I'm trying to say is...

I love you too, Branden. =]  More than anything in the world.  And this time, it feels like I don't have to say it out of 'force', pursay.  I say it because I /want/ too, and it's the only three words that can fill in all of those words that I can't say.  You make me /so/ happy, and I thank you again and again for making my life the best.  I never thought it'd be this way, and it happened.  It /actually/ happened and I can't thank you enough.  You are, by far, the /best/ person in the world. =]

Stil wanna be my penguin?

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