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Such untrue perfection,
0 reviewsRyan's POV. I hope, a little better than the last chapter (: Major fluff :)
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RYANS POV
Bahhh,
I feel stupid, I’ve never written a diary before. Bre.. I just thought I should (:
Soooo, what do I writeee?
I guess I should start with me yes?
Okayy..
Well My name is George Ryan Ross III… But god if anyone calls me George I’ll actually hurt them. Bad. It’s Ryan please.
Blerrrggh.. Well that’s just boring. I’m sure we’ll get the basics. I was going to avoid writing fluffy and deep stuff, but I guess that’s what this is for. So here goes…
My life..
Right this second is better than it has ever been. I can’t point out a particular period in my life where I’ve been anywhere near perfectly happy. But thing’s change right? And they have, for the best.
The only true happiness one person can feel has occurred.
To me… the most selfish, vulnerable, ugly, predictable, stupid, insecure person you could ever meet.
I’ve fallen perfectly in love, with the most perfect person.
He’s completely and utterly beautiful; His face so flawless and pale, in perfect contrast with his soft dark, hair and lustful eyes. And he has the most enchanting personality too, charming everyone he meets.
He’s one hell of an addiction.
Just like life.. But I guess he is my life. He made my life. He saved it, and so he says, just like I did for him.
When I’m with him, nothing else matters. Ever since I met him, he’s been on my brain constantly, always invading my thoughts and my restless dreams, making them just as amazing as him. Every moment we spend together is a memory, each second treasured, every touch, lingering in my memories, so soft, its insane, unreal. If I had my way, those moments would never end, we’d just lay so perfectly in each other’s arms, forever so content with my surroundings. I’d gaze constantly into his deep, dark eyes, not having to say anything because we know each others thoughts. I’d whisper sweet nothing into his ear, knowing it makes him feel so amazing just by the smile on his face. Each moment that passed by I’d miss, always craving his kiss, his lips against bushing against mine. So smooth, soft, slow. I’d watch him fall in a undisturbed peaceful sleep, reminding myself to breath, shocked at the beauty of him.
We take those times for granted.
And when we’re apart, it’s what I miss the most.
Sometimes, I just need to know if he feels the same.. Because the way I feel about him is utterly impossible, well at least it feels like it should be. It's because it’s him, and he’s probably used to it, he’s too amazing. But for now, he’s mine, just mine. He’ll find someone else, someone just as perfect to match him, but I shall not be thinking about that. It's just wasting perfect time, time that could be used on more beautiful thought’s and memories. Sometimes, I wonder..
Bahhh,
I feel stupid, I’ve never written a diary before. Bre.. I just thought I should (:
Soooo, what do I writeee?
I guess I should start with me yes?
Okayy..
Well My name is George Ryan Ross III… But god if anyone calls me George I’ll actually hurt them. Bad. It’s Ryan please.
Blerrrggh.. Well that’s just boring. I’m sure we’ll get the basics. I was going to avoid writing fluffy and deep stuff, but I guess that’s what this is for. So here goes…
My life..
Right this second is better than it has ever been. I can’t point out a particular period in my life where I’ve been anywhere near perfectly happy. But thing’s change right? And they have, for the best.
The only true happiness one person can feel has occurred.
To me… the most selfish, vulnerable, ugly, predictable, stupid, insecure person you could ever meet.
I’ve fallen perfectly in love, with the most perfect person.
He’s completely and utterly beautiful; His face so flawless and pale, in perfect contrast with his soft dark, hair and lustful eyes. And he has the most enchanting personality too, charming everyone he meets.
He’s one hell of an addiction.
Just like life.. But I guess he is my life. He made my life. He saved it, and so he says, just like I did for him.
When I’m with him, nothing else matters. Ever since I met him, he’s been on my brain constantly, always invading my thoughts and my restless dreams, making them just as amazing as him. Every moment we spend together is a memory, each second treasured, every touch, lingering in my memories, so soft, its insane, unreal. If I had my way, those moments would never end, we’d just lay so perfectly in each other’s arms, forever so content with my surroundings. I’d gaze constantly into his deep, dark eyes, not having to say anything because we know each others thoughts. I’d whisper sweet nothing into his ear, knowing it makes him feel so amazing just by the smile on his face. Each moment that passed by I’d miss, always craving his kiss, his lips against bushing against mine. So smooth, soft, slow. I’d watch him fall in a undisturbed peaceful sleep, reminding myself to breath, shocked at the beauty of him.
We take those times for granted.
And when we’re apart, it’s what I miss the most.
Sometimes, I just need to know if he feels the same.. Because the way I feel about him is utterly impossible, well at least it feels like it should be. It's because it’s him, and he’s probably used to it, he’s too amazing. But for now, he’s mine, just mine. He’ll find someone else, someone just as perfect to match him, but I shall not be thinking about that. It's just wasting perfect time, time that could be used on more beautiful thought’s and memories. Sometimes, I wonder..
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