Hm, so I've finally decided to add some [loving] feelings into my posts. Heh. If you wish to put this into relationships, then have the pleasure of doing so.

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I've been so caught up in.... this thing I like to call love that it is oblivious to me at times. I've only felt this way once before, and this once was rare. I tend to find this innermost attraction to people that are so like me, that they aren't. I don't know how that makes sense to most people, but it certainly does to me. [May I also add that I have never found barriers to love.] My love for the first has not yet dissapeared; for they are the only kind that I find challenging, independent and at the same time nurturing. I tend to think of other types as easy. I definately like to play with their minds, to see if I can extract some vital proteins from it. The thing is.... that I don't fall for these types that let me into their minds so quickly.

Maybe I am asking for trouble for loving again. Their complexity intrigues me, however. I cannot let myself think too clearly with them. I tend to become gushy around their aura.

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I started out with that mere physical lust for them. That physical lust that I receive oh so.... often. It tends to follow the same vanity from one to another. This one branched from the line, however. To describe their physique was almost imbearable.
Oh, their hair was of golden purity. It darkened from time to time. [But] may I add that it always hid one of their emotionally drained eyes. It was of a green-blue tint with a weakness that I couldn't bare. It subjected me. Their face was majestically sculpted. The kind that you only discover from chisel and stone. Ah, it led to that lucious neck. Oh my, it was so tantalizing.

The only thing that irked me, persay, was their personality. It always had seemed to hide behind empty lines.

So, I did begin my communication with this one. At first, there was a shock to what I learned of them. Their emotions were unique, as what I had always expected. The kind that tends to surprise you on every edge.

I learned more and more of them; and with that more and more I became hopeless. They became my passion; my secret joy. Oh, it was so wonderful just to speak with them for only a second in time.

And with that honorable time, their voice became a sedation; a sedation that quickly dissapeared through and out. Their angelic smile was wasted on the misunderstandings of mortality. Their touch became cold and dry. It no longer kept me at eden. At most, their heart became desolate. As the isolation grew, it hardened and crumbled into nothing more.

wow, the story is about a person experiences w/ someone's love ?

Hm, i guess you would say so.

It halfly leads to my love towards someone.

hi

err wow... that's really deep. a little creepy... with the extracting of vital proteins or w.e. lol but it's sort of the way lots of ppl feel, when you think about it

Hm, hello. What may that be for but a bunch of spam?

Amazing. I like the relaxed manner with which you wrote. I saw through your eyes.

Wonderful.

Wow, so passionate. It's descriptive and written very well. I think I see a few spelling mistakes, but no biggie. It's like a journal entry. Love it.

If you're trying to be an offical member, dont even think about it. Spamming like that is for pathetic people who are just wasting their time. have funn !

Eek, I despise grammer mistakes. >.<

Oh well.... I'm no good with grammer anyways. =(
Oh and you can freely tell me the mistakes, haha.

This is so beautiful that I can't call it anything other than art. Calling it something else would be disgracing it on my part. Vivid. Beautiful.

And, of course, I'm somewhat biased as it's the story of my love-life written by another person.

I love it.