Each time our lips come together hard I feel it, the smack of a thousand memories come rushing back like fever. Some good, some less than, but all of it fills me with something I have never once felt before in my life. I don’t always know what to call it, I’ve had some pretty nasty injuries in my day, but nothing has ever made me hurt this bad. And then, she smiles, she smiles like sunshine, she smiles deeply, she doesn’t hold back, it’s a glow like no one has, it’s happiness that she herself dare not attempt to describe. I fight for that, I fight for the happiness in her, because I don’t trust anyone else to take the job as seriously as I do. It’s been a long audition, I haven’t quite passed the test and I have learned so much along the way, it’s never been that I couldn’t let go, I just have never wanted to. I’ll soldier through the storms, I’ll take what you can give me, bring it on if you want to fight, I’ll be ready. Because I don’t want to fight with anyone else, I’d rather hold on and work harder for another day to make you happy. I love you.


Never giving up is what its all about.

She is beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She is beautiful, for the way she thinks. She is beautiful, for that sparkle in her eyes when she talks about something she loves. She is beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile even if she is sad. No, she isn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She is beautiful, deep down to her soul.

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I wish someone thought this about me