Why I love (my) boys:
1.Because they are childish their whole life through.
2.Because they are strong and tough.
3.Because they fall in love and forget all about No.2.
4.Because they are loyal.
5.Because they are afraid to say I love you but give themselves so adorably away.
6. Because they are smart and ambitious and aren't afraid of what life can get one.
7. Because they don't complain, but are still sensible enough to care.
8. Because they drunk-call. Or drunk-email. Or drunk-sms. And drunk-blog :>.
9. Because they fight to be happy and never give up.
10. Because they are sincere in a touching way, and insincere in a way that makes you want to hug them.
On deeper thought, that's why I love (my) girls too.
Showing posts with label Bear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bear. Show all posts
Friday, October 10, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Killing me softly
“Guess what?”
“What?”
“My seminar paper was a killer! “
“Wow, how’s that?”
“What can I say, I’m smart.Guess what else?”
“Tell me.”
“I broke a rib.”
“Say what?”
“Yepp, on my karate practice.”
“You started fighting?”
“Aaaaa, some two years ago.”
“Cool.”
“And guess what else?”
“What?”
“I’m single again.“
F*ck.
Two hours later, I had gone through one of the saddest experiences of the last period.
Having to comfort a bear who was left by a woman who was longing for more freedom, seeing one of the strongest and most gorgeous men I know broken and hurt, hearing him tell me that she was the first woman he loved after me, that he just can’t handle being alone right now, that he would start another relationship, but what if she came back to him?, seeing the wheel turn in such an ungrateful manner on his life, just broke my heart.
I wanted to comfort him, to hold him like a child and tell him it was only a bad dream and it ended, but I knew you just can’t fix a broken heart from the outside.
Also that it will work out eventually, that maybe she will realize she did a great mistake in leaving him, that it hurts now and it will get better, that at the end of the day we can bear more than we thought we could. That he’s too gorgeous to be sad.
But seeing him, the strong, optimistic, funny and full of energy man I know and love turn out to be so fragile, made me wonder: If love makes even a bear cry, what chance could the rest of us stand?
“What?”
“My seminar paper was a killer! “
“Wow, how’s that?”
“What can I say, I’m smart.Guess what else?”
“Tell me.”
“I broke a rib.”
“Say what?”
“Yepp, on my karate practice.”
“You started fighting?”
“Aaaaa, some two years ago.”
“Cool.”
“And guess what else?”
“What?”
“I’m single again.“
F*ck.
Two hours later, I had gone through one of the saddest experiences of the last period.
Having to comfort a bear who was left by a woman who was longing for more freedom, seeing one of the strongest and most gorgeous men I know broken and hurt, hearing him tell me that she was the first woman he loved after me, that he just can’t handle being alone right now, that he would start another relationship, but what if she came back to him?, seeing the wheel turn in such an ungrateful manner on his life, just broke my heart.
I wanted to comfort him, to hold him like a child and tell him it was only a bad dream and it ended, but I knew you just can’t fix a broken heart from the outside.
Also that it will work out eventually, that maybe she will realize she did a great mistake in leaving him, that it hurts now and it will get better, that at the end of the day we can bear more than we thought we could. That he’s too gorgeous to be sad.
But seeing him, the strong, optimistic, funny and full of energy man I know and love turn out to be so fragile, made me wonder: If love makes even a bear cry, what chance could the rest of us stand?
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
About the birds and the bees
Oo, six years is a very long time, the little mouse said, when I told him how I have chatted with the bear today, and the bear and I go waaay back. We broke up some six years ago, I told him, and sometimes it's still awkward when we talk.
Like today. Talking to the bear was like wrapping my mind in rubber gloves. I had to pay attention all the time, because I had the feeling that I would scare him off if we got too personal or if I asked him some nice and private question that comes from the heart, like: "So how are you?"
So we kept chatting about work and school and about easy and difficult and funny things in our lives, paying attention not to get too personal. Why that was? I dunno. But it was a pity, because we used to have this great connection.
Being so concentrated to not offend him in any way and not to give him the impression that I wanted to pick up where we left, I failed to tell him the one thing that was important: "It was nice talking to you again".
Guess friendship and pride are no match after all.
UPDATE: I talked to the bear again this evening. It was like old times, we had a lot of fun and couldn't stop laughing. It was nice putting pride in a drawer and just being friends again.
Like today. Talking to the bear was like wrapping my mind in rubber gloves. I had to pay attention all the time, because I had the feeling that I would scare him off if we got too personal or if I asked him some nice and private question that comes from the heart, like: "So how are you?"
So we kept chatting about work and school and about easy and difficult and funny things in our lives, paying attention not to get too personal. Why that was? I dunno. But it was a pity, because we used to have this great connection.
Being so concentrated to not offend him in any way and not to give him the impression that I wanted to pick up where we left, I failed to tell him the one thing that was important: "It was nice talking to you again".
Guess friendship and pride are no match after all.
UPDATE: I talked to the bear again this evening. It was like old times, we had a lot of fun and couldn't stop laughing. It was nice putting pride in a drawer and just being friends again.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Waiting for Santa
Last night I dreamed about the bear and our great connection. Errr... and about his girlfriend, but actually she played only a spectator part in our comedy. And I dreamed about some sadbutbeautiful times [we are still keeping silence on that].
Thing is, me and the bear never had a great connection - it was "one of them relationships", where you choose not to see the things that bother you and the issues that drift you apart. I can remember very clearly the first fight we had - after more than 2 years: we just looked at each other and thought everything was over, because fighting just didn't fit into our purr-fect little world.
And still, last night I dreamed about this great connection me and the bear have.
What would you prefer, to know the truth or to be lied to beautifully?
Thing is, me and the bear never had a great connection - it was "one of them relationships", where you choose not to see the things that bother you and the issues that drift you apart. I can remember very clearly the first fight we had - after more than 2 years: we just looked at each other and thought everything was over, because fighting just didn't fit into our purr-fect little world.
And still, last night I dreamed about this great connection me and the bear have.
What would you prefer, to know the truth or to be lied to beautifully?
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