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No Worries

Posted in Love with tags , on October 28, 2008 by chibipyrosama

Oct.28, 2008

No Worries

You know, this is going to sound like something you would hear out of a book and maybe you’ve heard it before in other places also but…(I know this will sound a little wrong but..eh!) It’s okay to be rough with me. See, there are different types of rough-there is the kind where it’s meant to hurt someone and the kind that is used to describe something not meant in a hurtful way. I know you don’t want to cause any damage and believe me when I say you won’t.

When I receive a hug it’s nice but you mention that you sometimes just want to squeeze me tighter but don’t want to hurt me. I would think that by now you would know that it takes alot for me to actually end up hurting physically. I fell out of a tree! And didn’t notice any cuts until I had to take a shower. I had a swing set dropped on my head! Sure that might have messed up my brain but I’m here*laugh*. Even then I didn’t cry from the pain cus I really didn’t feel any. I cried cus I was left there while someone went to go have Pizza!*laugh* I’ve had so many injuries and have come out okay. Now those are meant to hurt.

How could I possibly feel any actual pain from the way you want to hug me or anything for that matter. I know you mean it all in a loving way and with that in mind, I will never be hurt by it. I’m sorry I’m not a dainty girl who will say things like “Ow!!! I broke a nail!” . I’m the girl who says “*gasp*Damn it! My nail broke! Just when it was growing a little long. Oh well, back to square one.” In my family we’ve never held ourselves back when we wanted to express our love. If I wanted to crush Wendy in a hug, I would do it until she screamed cus I loved her so much and in a way the harder we squeeze the more we know how much we love. I know its weird. I rough house with my brothers and sisters to the point that we punch each other. But we never take any of it bad. I know you’ve seen us just punch out of nowhere while saying “I love you!”. That’s how we are and I don’t want to scare you back or anything but just make you understand that while society has taught, for many years, that girls must be treated gently and cared for like porcelain dolls; I taught myself differently because I don’t see myself in that matter and I didn’t want to be bunched in with “all girls”. I live by my own Saby way and it works for me. So I will fight, I will chase, I will wrestle, I will bite(not hard), I will scratch(also not hard), I will rough house like crazy and never worry that its harmful. I like being this way. So, when I know that you do it out of love-how could I possibly feel any pain or see it hurtful.

It’s okay to hug, it’s okay to tackle, it’s okay to do anything you want as long as there is love behind it. Who wants to live a normal life and be treated like other girls? Not me! I’m not a usual girl and I like it this way. Why ask for a Diamond ring when I could ask for a chocolate chip cookie? Why would I want to go to fancy restaurants when I could go to the park and just be with you? Why go to a large store when the swap meet is much more fun? Why go out to the movies and spend money when I can download them and watch them at home with any snacks we want and wearing a giant, comfy sweater(and its cheaper!!!! WHOOO!!!!)?

Other girls have asked me what you do for me, what you give me or tell me to ask you for things. I give them this look of “Heck no! I already get the best out of him!” I notice the way they think and it makes me laugh because in group conversations I have nothing in common with them when it comes to talking about relationships. They talk about gifts, I talk about gestures. They talk about fights, I talk about playful banters. They talk about annoyances, I talk about loving qualities. They talk about break-ups, I stare like this—> O.O! *laugh*

I’m definitely not the same! So (This is going to sound wrong so, people get your minds out of the gutter!) Be Rough With Me. It can’t hurt me when the meaning behind it is much more.

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My Serenade

Posted in Love, Uncategorized with tags , on October 26, 2008 by chibipyrosama
It may not have been overlooking water...but it was just as beautiful.
It may not have been overlooking water…but it was just as beautiful.

Oct.25, 2008 5:30pm-7ish

My Serenade

After we returned from Olvera st. we rested for a bit before Tony let me know that we would have to be leaving soon. The day before he had asked if I would let him take me out after we got back. I said “Yeah, That would be fun.” I kept asking him where we were going but he wouldn’t tell me! He said it was a “surprise”. BOO!!!! I wanted to know immediately!*laugh* But anyways, we said goodbye and left. Along the way I realized that he was driving in the direction of Veterans Park. I thought, ‘Ok, were going to go hang out at the park like we did one time. AWESOME!’ I like just walking and talking with him because it gives us a chance to fight in a playful way on how differently we see things.

So, we pull into our usual spot and I jumped out of the car shouting “*gasp* Its the evil tree I fell out of!” See…The last time we were at the park I decided it would be an awesome Idea to climb this tree I had climbed before. Well, when Tony got there I tried to get down and wouldn’t you know it…I fell out of the Damn thing! I got a couple of cuts but I was laughing so hard on the floor I didn’t even notice them! Tony looked horrified but then chuckled lightly as he noticed that I was all right. Oops! Back to my story- Tony opened the trunk of his car and took out a blanket and handed it to me. He pointed towards the park and said “pick a spot.” I gave him this blank ‘wha?’ look but he just smiled and went back to the trunk. I started walking up the small hills and looked back to see Tony walking behind me with a couple of bags. I never imagined that he had planned a picnic for us. We talked a bit on the way up until I just plopped the blanket down. “Here’s a spot!” I proclaimed as I just gave up on the search. He unfolded the blanket and began the task of taking out whatever he had in his bags. I sat down and watched him take out Crackers, cheese, Little pieces of ham(i think), marshmallows, chocolate syrup, whip cream and Sangria Soda! Now, long ago I had discovered the Sangria Soda thanks to my dad and ended up getting terribly addicted to it. It’s just sooo delicious! >_< So when I saw Tony had bought it, needless to say, I was excited! He placed the snacks on paper plates and poured some of the soda in small clear cups. I had never felt more special.

We talked a bit and you know what?! I ended up learning a new yummy snack! Tony placed a marshmallow on a ritz cracker then topped it off with whip cream and then the chocolate syrup! This is Tony’s rendition of a smore, only yummier and with no heat needed! It was Amazing! Thank you, Tony<3 After a little while Tony turned to me and said “I have another surprise for you, But I have to go get it out of my car.” I was thinking ‘More?!’ Before Tony got up to go get it he looked at me kinda shyly before saying “But, you have to close your eyes so you can’t see it until I get here.” I pouted and gave a mini protest but of course I agreed. I had my eyes covered until I felt him sit down on the blanket again. He sounded even shyer as he said “Ok, you can look now.” I took my hands down and saw Tony sitting in front of me with a beautiful guitar. I looked at him a little confused when suddenly he said “I’m going to sing you a song. But don’t make fun.” I was so overtaken with different good emotions that all I could do was nod and say “ok” at that point. I looked at him as he only looked down and strummed a few strings trying to psych himself up for it and would whisper “ok” every little once and a while. He tried to start a few times but always stopped out of nervousness. I thought it was the cutest thing I had ever seen but I didn’t want to say anything to make him more nervous. After a few minutes he began to play. My heart jumped in my chest as I recognized the notes. Tony was playing “Hey there Delilah”. Then the next moment he was singing it, only the lyrics to it were changed up to include my name in it and be more about us. He stopped a few times because I could tell he was very nervous but I never said anything or made a move because I didn’t want to mess him up. Halfway through he just stopped playing and looked down. He apologized for his nervous playing and assured me that he had practiced. I could never accept an apology from him for what he was trying to do! I loved it! I crawled over to him and just pulled him into my arms. I couldn’t help holding him and being thankful for what he did for me. My feelings were overflowing and I hoped that he could feel them and know just how strongly he had affected me. Tony then let me know that he had actually done this song as his final project for speech class. I was so proud of him! He told me of his adventure as he had to learn how to read the music and play on a not so good guitar that would cut his fingers. I was beyond overjoyed. After we spoke a bit about it he seemed to have gathered his courage up again and went to give it a second try. This time he took it slow but it still sounded Beautiful to me. He messed up a few times but I really didn’t care. I only focused on what it meant to me. When he finished the song he put his guitar down and came over to me. I was full of happiness, love, and something else that I could never describe. It was so much that all I did was wrap him up in a hug!

Tony, you made me feel more loved than I have ever felt in my life ❤ Thank you, really thank you! And maybe one day I’ll be able to hear the song at full speed and I will once again be in awe at your awesomeness.