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"Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity"
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Adam has a Magnolia tree in his backyard, i spent the week at his place waiting for the blossoms. We have known each other on and on for 6 years now. A great person with sophistication demanded all the time. i tell him that his desire for the impromptue can be tedious and at the end...simlpy predictable, yet i still wonder how he does it. he replies, substract your realism and perhaps you can see where I stand....and then i am stumped.
i will not even begin to describe the inside of his house. for a guy who used to rave about ikea, reminding him now would just be plain insulting. for an interior decorator/designer/graphic artist, he can afford to be creative even intoxicated.
i am staring at him fidgeting at his snazzy computer, designing a doorway for a new building project. his mind turns me on a great deal and aside his flamboyant posture, we have nothing been but friends all this time. he lent me his laptop with honours because he would never let anyone else set a hand on it, he says it's becaue i studied computer science...i wish it would have been another reason.
A magnolia tree only blooms in the spring. the begining, the rebirth, growth and any similaes you can attach to this season. The tree explodes in colors ranging from off white to a fuschia red. the spotted flowers are very fragrant and the contrast distract onlookers galore...even those who contempt buds on the move.
Adam and I were an item for 3 months. the begining of the relationship was spotless and i could have not asked more for a perfect partner. extremely compatible and contrasting personalities that somehow never clashed, it was pristine...we even designed a bed for the both of us and remodeled his bedroom to my taste. It ended up being a Morocan setting: lush pillows, reds and burnt oranges, white linen curtains with cathedral windows, inscence lamps with a million holes and thousand of ripples, terracota dream and deep mauve sensuality. the realationship was strong in the begining. we did so many things in a span of the three months that it seemed like we knew each other longer.
Space was not not an issue, I had my own space, he had his. There was no "why did you not call me today" no fuzz no muss no guilt and everything smooth sailing. i did not even ask him "what are we" it just fitted and everything was in place.
But like the magnolia tree, after the blossoms die and fall to be eaten by earthworms, the relationship wilted. After it's first and only magnificent bloom, the magnolia tree becomes a shrub, a green small tree with nothing special to it. Thick leaves, not even room for shade. the rest of the summer it just stands there, green unnactractive and monotonous.
We had so much in common, there was no opposing forces, no battle to keep it interesting. by the end of the thrid month, we finished each others phrases and at parties, all we'd do is stare at each other and the code is deciphered. it was bland, confusing that two people with minds on the same wavelength would not mesh.
A cherry tree however, blooms in the spring, gives off the best fruit...one of my favourites...a blossom so intricate yet fragile that spans from beige to barbie doll pink...and after the summer you can sow your harvest and make cherry pie, fresh cherry salads, eat your heart s content parking your ass up the tree on a lazy summer day munching on the juicy fruit.
I smile at adam and he asks me what was that for...i answer...I think i know what i look for in a man. Albeit, he is a greater friend than a partner, I take my words back.
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Adam has a Magnolia tree in his backyard, i spent the week at his place waiting for the blossoms. We have known each other on and on for 6 years now. A great person with sophistication demanded all the time. i tell him that his desire for the impromptue can be tedious and at the end...simlpy predictable, yet i still wonder how he does it. he replies, substract your realism and perhaps you can see where I stand....and then i am stumped.
i will not even begin to describe the inside of his house. for a guy who used to rave about ikea, reminding him now would just be plain insulting. for an interior decorator/designer/graphic artist, he can afford to be creative even intoxicated.
i am staring at him fidgeting at his snazzy computer, designing a doorway for a new building project. his mind turns me on a great deal and aside his flamboyant posture, we have nothing been but friends all this time. he lent me his laptop with honours because he would never let anyone else set a hand on it, he says it's becaue i studied computer science...i wish it would have been another reason.
A magnolia tree only blooms in the spring. the begining, the rebirth, growth and any similaes you can attach to this season. The tree explodes in colors ranging from off white to a fuschia red. the spotted flowers are very fragrant and the contrast distract onlookers galore...even those who contempt buds on the move.
Adam and I were an item for 3 months. the begining of the relationship was spotless and i could have not asked more for a perfect partner. extremely compatible and contrasting personalities that somehow never clashed, it was pristine...we even designed a bed for the both of us and remodeled his bedroom to my taste. It ended up being a Morocan setting: lush pillows, reds and burnt oranges, white linen curtains with cathedral windows, inscence lamps with a million holes and thousand of ripples, terracota dream and deep mauve sensuality. the realationship was strong in the begining. we did so many things in a span of the three months that it seemed like we knew each other longer.
Space was not not an issue, I had my own space, he had his. There was no "why did you not call me today" no fuzz no muss no guilt and everything smooth sailing. i did not even ask him "what are we" it just fitted and everything was in place.
But like the magnolia tree, after the blossoms die and fall to be eaten by earthworms, the relationship wilted. After it's first and only magnificent bloom, the magnolia tree becomes a shrub, a green small tree with nothing special to it. Thick leaves, not even room for shade. the rest of the summer it just stands there, green unnactractive and monotonous.
We had so much in common, there was no opposing forces, no battle to keep it interesting. by the end of the thrid month, we finished each others phrases and at parties, all we'd do is stare at each other and the code is deciphered. it was bland, confusing that two people with minds on the same wavelength would not mesh.
A cherry tree however, blooms in the spring, gives off the best fruit...one of my favourites...a blossom so intricate yet fragile that spans from beige to barbie doll pink...and after the summer you can sow your harvest and make cherry pie, fresh cherry salads, eat your heart s content parking your ass up the tree on a lazy summer day munching on the juicy fruit.
I smile at adam and he asks me what was that for...i answer...I think i know what i look for in a man. Albeit, he is a greater friend than a partner, I take my words back.