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Title: Dissertation about love
Chapters: 1/1
Author: miwa_
Genre: romantic, first person point of view
Ratings: G
Pairings/Characters: Cell x Iori
Synopsis: Cell...thinking XDDD;; lmao~
Comments: Cell on first person~
REALLY small, REALLY silly, REALLY vocabulary poor XDDD;; I did this at late night, so please don't ask much of my brain...XDDDD;; I did only by the fun of it, not to be beautiful<3
What's love? (the romantic one, they were talking about) I had to write down once in a text, argumenting about it. There was almost 50 texts written on my class, and I read one by one just by the sake of it, maybe I could find something interesting to write on my own. You see, I don't know what's love, how may I write about something I don't know what it is?
The first image that came in my mind was you, as you know it. And by imagining you I tried realizing what you meant to me...what the feeling I had towards you meant. I never loved anyone before but you. Love for me is based on everything we lived, and only that. And I still didn't know.
We had good moments, and bad moments. We had days when we couldn't do more then smile, and days we couldn't smile at all. Or was it only me? You're always smiling in my eyes, I'm not sure if you ever found a reason out of our love not to smile...
There are good things about love I never thought it existed. That feeling of smiling 24 hours a day, without any seeable reason to, just because...you feel like. That feeling of screaming to the world you are in love, of spreading caring and tenderness to every human being, just because being in love is so good, you wish every one felt it too. When everything looks pretty, and everything is a reason for you to start imagining, and even the most small object can be a way to remember the so many things we lived. When you feel like crying, because there is no other thing to do to put outside your happiness of having found someone...someone that it's there, it's alive, it's thinking of you, that loves you...can you even imagine how much that means? Knowing that every time you think, every time you whisper that you love him, every time...there is another person...who is also doing that for you, and only for you. Knowing that you're special...that you are unique in another person's life. Knowing that no matter what happens and no matter how less you know about future, right now, you have company. You won't go through it alone...the feeling of knowing you're not alone.
There is ecstasy in love. Being able to have the one you love under your skin, touching his lips and sharing the same desire. Sharing your saliva, sharing your body, sharing your sweat, sharing a bit of your soul, a bit of your life...and after everything, only embracing him and letting yourself be embraced by him. And staying there...and feeling that time slowly looses its meaning. Dance. Dance with him with a music that plays only for you two, never listened in the world before...dance and forget, everything else, because what matters is staying close, staying the closest you can to the one you love. On this mad war of useless tries to show how much you love...even if yet, you'll never be sure 100% of anything. Feeling your skin burn. Feeling you have glue on every cell of your body. Feeling...what means to get from hell to earth in half of a second.
There is also shadows in love. You told me once that was a normal thing...I know, it is. And inside, I know we'll get through it as well, no matter how dark our sight may fall as. Sometimes I think that only I feel this way. You always seem so cheerful and so happy about us that when I fall into my sick mind, I feel guilty and silly, I shut myself down. There are days when I'm not able to see you, baby. There are days when I look around and I can't find you anywhere...and in those days, I'm scared. I'm scared because I don't know what's left of me without you. I'm scared because I went against my own belief that nothing is forever, and I promised you. I promised you so many things...and above all, I believed on your promises. I'm scared of seeing them brake. And on days like this, where you sleep facing the other way of the bed, I miss you. I miss you quietly...wishing you were the arms embracing me today. I miss you quietly, and there are stones in my heart. I know you are here, you are always here, so close to me, and yet...I miss you...I miss you madly. I miss you so madly I want to just grab you and don't let you go, I just want to beg for you to make me feel something. I miss you...because there are days when nothing is able to reach me. And I miss you...I miss you...I wish you'd face this way today...only today...
But we'll be fine, love. Tomorrow will be a beautiful day, and that's the biggest present from God that we have, everyday is a new day. And tomorrow, I can just forget the shadows that choke me silently tonight. Tomorrow I can find you on my text, that I still haven't wrote it. Tomorrow I can see your eyes looking at me, and only at me, and even if I don't own you, love, let me at least feel that this moment is ours...
What is love, baby?
It's a filled emptiness. It's a want to burn and to be burnt. It's a belief, and a loyalty. It's blood and soul. It's company, it's thinking. It's crying and screaming. It's getting in despair, getting inside you. It's spreading, it's sleeping, it's kissing, it's embracing, it's sun, rain, and stone. It's the flower and the sms. It's the word, it's the distance. It's you. It's you, my love...and tonight...I hope you don't wake up when I wrap my arms around you as softly as if you were a feather, and bring you closer to myself. I hope I don't disturb your sweet dreams...and I hope you don't see my lips talking silently that I want to marry you right now. That I want to die with you right now. That I want to love you, to be with you, to feel you, to crash, to revive...that I'd do anything for you. That you are the love of my life, and I don't know what write about love...I may not know what love is, nor know how to love, baby...but I'm sure about something...I'm sure that I love you. I just love you~
Chapters: 1/1
Author: miwa_
Genre: romantic, first person point of view
Ratings: G
Pairings/Characters: Cell x Iori
Synopsis: Cell...thinking XDDD;; lmao~
Comments: Cell on first person~
REALLY small, REALLY silly, REALLY vocabulary poor XDDD;; I did this at late night, so please don't ask much of my brain...XDDDD;; I did only by the fun of it, not to be beautiful<3
What's love? (the romantic one, they were talking about) I had to write down once in a text, argumenting about it. There was almost 50 texts written on my class, and I read one by one just by the sake of it, maybe I could find something interesting to write on my own. You see, I don't know what's love, how may I write about something I don't know what it is?
The first image that came in my mind was you, as you know it. And by imagining you I tried realizing what you meant to me...what the feeling I had towards you meant. I never loved anyone before but you. Love for me is based on everything we lived, and only that. And I still didn't know.
We had good moments, and bad moments. We had days when we couldn't do more then smile, and days we couldn't smile at all. Or was it only me? You're always smiling in my eyes, I'm not sure if you ever found a reason out of our love not to smile...
There are good things about love I never thought it existed. That feeling of smiling 24 hours a day, without any seeable reason to, just because...you feel like. That feeling of screaming to the world you are in love, of spreading caring and tenderness to every human being, just because being in love is so good, you wish every one felt it too. When everything looks pretty, and everything is a reason for you to start imagining, and even the most small object can be a way to remember the so many things we lived. When you feel like crying, because there is no other thing to do to put outside your happiness of having found someone...someone that it's there, it's alive, it's thinking of you, that loves you...can you even imagine how much that means? Knowing that every time you think, every time you whisper that you love him, every time...there is another person...who is also doing that for you, and only for you. Knowing that you're special...that you are unique in another person's life. Knowing that no matter what happens and no matter how less you know about future, right now, you have company. You won't go through it alone...the feeling of knowing you're not alone.
There is ecstasy in love. Being able to have the one you love under your skin, touching his lips and sharing the same desire. Sharing your saliva, sharing your body, sharing your sweat, sharing a bit of your soul, a bit of your life...and after everything, only embracing him and letting yourself be embraced by him. And staying there...and feeling that time slowly looses its meaning. Dance. Dance with him with a music that plays only for you two, never listened in the world before...dance and forget, everything else, because what matters is staying close, staying the closest you can to the one you love. On this mad war of useless tries to show how much you love...even if yet, you'll never be sure 100% of anything. Feeling your skin burn. Feeling you have glue on every cell of your body. Feeling...what means to get from hell to earth in half of a second.
There is also shadows in love. You told me once that was a normal thing...I know, it is. And inside, I know we'll get through it as well, no matter how dark our sight may fall as. Sometimes I think that only I feel this way. You always seem so cheerful and so happy about us that when I fall into my sick mind, I feel guilty and silly, I shut myself down. There are days when I'm not able to see you, baby. There are days when I look around and I can't find you anywhere...and in those days, I'm scared. I'm scared because I don't know what's left of me without you. I'm scared because I went against my own belief that nothing is forever, and I promised you. I promised you so many things...and above all, I believed on your promises. I'm scared of seeing them brake. And on days like this, where you sleep facing the other way of the bed, I miss you. I miss you quietly...wishing you were the arms embracing me today. I miss you quietly, and there are stones in my heart. I know you are here, you are always here, so close to me, and yet...I miss you...I miss you madly. I miss you so madly I want to just grab you and don't let you go, I just want to beg for you to make me feel something. I miss you...because there are days when nothing is able to reach me. And I miss you...I miss you...I wish you'd face this way today...only today...
But we'll be fine, love. Tomorrow will be a beautiful day, and that's the biggest present from God that we have, everyday is a new day. And tomorrow, I can just forget the shadows that choke me silently tonight. Tomorrow I can find you on my text, that I still haven't wrote it. Tomorrow I can see your eyes looking at me, and only at me, and even if I don't own you, love, let me at least feel that this moment is ours...
What is love, baby?
It's a filled emptiness. It's a want to burn and to be burnt. It's a belief, and a loyalty. It's blood and soul. It's company, it's thinking. It's crying and screaming. It's getting in despair, getting inside you. It's spreading, it's sleeping, it's kissing, it's embracing, it's sun, rain, and stone. It's the flower and the sms. It's the word, it's the distance. It's you. It's you, my love...and tonight...I hope you don't wake up when I wrap my arms around you as softly as if you were a feather, and bring you closer to myself. I hope I don't disturb your sweet dreams...and I hope you don't see my lips talking silently that I want to marry you right now. That I want to die with you right now. That I want to love you, to be with you, to feel you, to crash, to revive...that I'd do anything for you. That you are the love of my life, and I don't know what write about love...I may not know what love is, nor know how to love, baby...but I'm sure about something...I'm sure that I love you. I just love you~