Sun, Dec 30, 2012 at 6:11 AM
Lucky In Love
I am luckier than I thought. More often than not, my arrogance gets the better of me. However, what I must not forget is the surprise I felt when realization of his supposedly genuine feelings, hit me, because he did not hesitate to love me, even though my body is revolting, my face does me no justice whatsoever, and my attitude, irrevocably snootier than a human's should be. "Au contraire" to myself, he is humble, even though he need not be for his skills are unparalleled, his character is of a noble count, for every fiber of his being seems stitched together with only the thread of the best intentions, not to mention that physique, for it is as if the Greek gods themselves have chiseled it in his favor, likening it strikingly to their own, and lastly, that heart of gold, pure as an infant's innocent laughter. He boldly claims that I am impossibly patient and tolerant, and he dared to position me worthy of compare to his flawless mother, yet what he does not see, is that he is the one with indescribable patience and tolerance. He is calm and cool about the fact I can rarely visit his home, his family, and he is tolerant of my over-friendliness towards other men. He deserves the upper hand in this relationship; the upper hand being the ultimate control and abstract foundation to every couple's shared life together, whereas all I deserve is every ounce of frustration I receive from this forbidden yet beautiful connection for being foolish enough to fall so irritatingly in love with somebody so impeccably and ineffably perfect.