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After a weekend of brilliance, its hard to find an anomaly that could create a disturbance in how a person thinks. A lot is happening before our very eyes, yet the ones who possess these organs of which lights passes through are dumbfounded when it comes to the knowledge of a friendship. Should there be a title? What is to come of saying “we are friends”. Does one need a title to exist to another? Why must it that we label our significant others as “baby”, “honey”, or “pooh bear”? These questions raise a brow to the actual truth that lies beneath ones nose. The relationship, sans the title of boyfriend and girlfriend, sans the title of best friend, sans a title in any means, is nothing more than a relationship. A relationship of a group of ideals, thoughts, and movements that are in relation to one another by a bond stronger than any form of adhesive to hold two things, whether polar opposites or like poles, towards each other. The means of this relation goes beyond any amount of years a “friendship” has, yet goes beyond being a “relationship” in today’s standards. It may be the simplicity of having so many things in common, to even having a good amount of differences that keep what is so easy going, alive. What happens when others are around the two, who were joint together by some lucky miracle, is through only assumption. There are no bars being held, there is nothing but a feeling. A “i don’t care” and a “we shouldn’t care” attitude is abundant within their lives. Thus the reason why they, the two, are separated from the world, and cast as outsiders, or “different” as they say. These two are nothing but two souls, brought together by fate, and are more than any label can ever tag them. They are who they are. They are what their names are. This is why one should never assume. No other person will ever know the truth behind the storybook lives of these “different” individuals. Only time will tell where each ones path will take, but in the end, their paths will lead back to each other, as if there was no space between. That, my friends, is a relationship, within a friendship, within more than any one else can understand. That is love.

Every morning is the same. Wake up to my Skrillex - Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites alarm, get out of my bed, turn my swag on, then head to turn on the shower. Once the shower runs its water til the temperature becomes a bearable warmth, I tend to drift towards my room once again. This time to gather myself, sit down, check a few emails, grab a towel, sort of prepare my clothes for the day, then lastly check my phone. Sometimes I am blessed to recieve text messages from those who care enough to write a simple yet meaningful “good morning”. These small gestures never go unnoticed. After this checklist has been achieved in the familiar way every morning, to the shower I go. Same as any shower, rinse, shampoo, rinse, soap, rinse, conditioner, rinse. Brushing of my teeth follows after as if it were a military regiment. Walking back to the room is when the glances down each end of the hallways of the house ensue. Looking left then right, as if crossing a busy highwayto see if there is another soul in the house I reside in. Walking into my room once again leads to the simple task of getting ready with its small distractions to YouTube video posts from friends, website surfing, music downloading, television, and maybe even singing and dancing, where no one but myself hears or sees. Once ready, this is when my usual day becomes unusual. My heart drops, nerves rack up, and anxiety hits. Am I worried about work? Am I worried about the drive to work? Am I scared of the bending over to tie my shoe? None of these are in any way an actual factor towards these “unusual” feelings I recieve. This feeling or should I say feelings are because of an important person in my life. Dialing the 7 digit number on my cellphone quick dial, I sit and wait until I reieve a return call from a local land line from Dededo. This is where all the feelings grasp onto my soul and I start to feel so tense until the word “hello” comes from under my breath, where then a sigh of sorts releases in relaxation. A conversation ensues and random topics are being thrown out and are laughed about as well as enjoyed. Sometimes it doesn’t always end like this, in fact sometimes it becomes a h”hello” and a “its okay go back to sleep”. This is where the repsect of another person comes into play. I never want to force anyone to wake up, to talk to me, to feel for me, to want to be there on the phone while I head to work, but its always nice right? After every conversation, whether short or long, the “end” button becomes hard to press, as if there was some sort of electrical shock, or sharp object to be whirled at my finger. This is the reason my world has gone from simple and usual, to what it is……”unusual”. The simple feeling of having someone in your life, friend, or more, makes a huge difference in how a person acts. Love, like, or infatuation all stems from the acts of this person. I find it amazing that I have met someone who influences my life in a positive way, as I do with theirs. Love has always past me by, from heart ache, to worst, but maybe this is different? Maybe this is care, beyond anything else. No gesture is ever taken for granted, and each moment is cherished as if it was the last. With all hopes for the best and even a wish that I became 30 already is all but only wishes. If there was a genie or some spirtual being here on this earth to help me, please send them towards my direction, because this feeling is something that I have never felt before. Definitely something that has never been felt before. Time will only tell where everything goes, but I know that no matter what happens, I know that I am appreciated, that I am cared for, and NOONE has ever shown me what I have experienced in the last month and 5 days. This person is the reason why my usual day has become very “unusual” but in a good way ;-)

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(Source: redforeman)