Just the way you are.

Do not mistake this post for a Bruno Mars fanatic entry; for the title has a non-music related meaning, but a short piece of thought. A thought about two people, soon to be friends.

I'm fine with you just the way you are. Your smile, your laughter, everything. I'm fine with the way that you don't even know me, with the fact that we are not even newly acquainted friends. I just wish to exchange words with you for the first time. A simple hello or a complex introduction. All I ever received was a courteous wave at a distance. You may not remember those few seconds, but I did. It became a memory.

Why.

The angels above are toying with time. With fate.
No matter what I do, I always end up being further and further away. [Please excuse my undeveloped grammar; it is a work in progress]

I stand from a far, sleeping, dreaming, waiting.
When will that day come?

The day,
in which we join hands and smile together.

Once Upon a Time [Pt.1]

Once Upon a Time there was a young man called France. He owned a beautiful house with bountiful flora and he was a well respected man. Many women had swooned over him and men envied his prosperity.

But dear France was admired from a distance. The man was renowned for his exceptional culinary skills and hand crafted works of art only to be isolated. Until that one day.

'Twas a blissful morning as dawn broke and dew glistened.France was strolling down a quiet park carrying some art supplies when he saw a lady weeping. He asked her what was wrong. She simply stared.

"Please miss, I am merely trying to be of assistance." He reasoned.
The lady opened her mouth but she could not speak. Realizing that she was mute, France took a piece of paper, a pencil and handed it to the lady.

"I'm alone." She wrote.

France understood the lady and empathized her. He invited her to tea at a nearby cafe but she politely refused and left. Unable to resist curiosity, France ran and stopped her.

"Please."

The lady stared at France and nodded with a smile. Ecstatic because of her acceptance, the elated man held the lady's wrist and briskly walked whilst chattering away.

After observing carefully, France saw that the woman was in fact, very beautiful. She had mousy curled locks and deep cucumber green eyes. He asked her questions slowly and carefully and she was happy to answer them one by one.
"My name is Isabella Eiffel"
"I am 21 years old"

Curious by her actions, France asked one more question.
"Why are you willing to answer my questions? Are you not scared because I am a stranger?"

The lady raised a brow and giggled. She played with the pencil by spinning it between her fingers and began scribbling on the messy piece of paper.

"But you are my friend. Someone I can trust, are you not?"

The young man stared at Isabella's reply. She certainly was a daring young woman. Sipping his espresso, France smiled and nodded. They shared a few more words, exchanged phone numbers and parted way.

*~*

To Be Continued.

Ai

What is love?

There are many forms of love. For starters let’s put it into a simpler form.

1. Yui loves cake (OH MY GOSH ME TOO! :D )

2. Yui loves her family

3. Yui loves a guy.

See what I mean?

In my opinion, love is a word mentioned too much. We have to admit it. Now or never. I find myself going through my usual schedule at school and there is probably not even one day in which I do not hear that one syllable, four lettered word. Do not mistake me as a heartless fool who jests sarcastically about ‘the meaning of life’ or other philosophical ideas. I’d rather live in a world of meaning and cherished motives than to drown in a torrent of attention-seeking love.

Maybe I’m exaggerating too much. But just maybe. Maybe, one day I’ll seek a way to cherish-

Scratch that. My ranting had been as trivial as a dog chasing its own tail. Everything I wanted, everything I love, everything I ever desired; it begins with just the small things. The things that make life worth that extra laugh, extra effort and maybe even that extra smile. You may not notice this, but I like the way everything just…. Fits. Exactly like the last and final jigsaw piece, or maybe an old box of childhood items you discovered as you blow the dust away from the still framed memories in your mind. That sense of peace of mind simply brings the soul to ease.

Don’t try to be someone you’re not. Neither do you blame your past for what you are today. Be careful of what you think! Because you are what you think. Keep a close eye on your open minded box and also peer out into the world to gain inspiration and ideas. I love listening. Whether it be music or insightful chatter, it pays stop everything and just listen. We were created with two ears and one mouth for a purpose.

Up there, was what I wrote on word document being deprived of internet. =_=

Read and be amused/inspired,weirded out? :3

Puppet~