This. I have no idea why I wrote this or what the point was. I guess I was just really bored and wanted to practice getting better at describing and being metaphorical. Well- try to enjoy please.
-It wasn't that he hated her. In fact, she was almost perfect with the exception of her vivacious and very outgoing attitude. He was the opposite of that: timid and shy to just about everyone and everything. The gentle touch of her hand upon his face or the compassionate way her body moved close to his, wrapping him in a tight embrace seemed to make him uneasy.
She would try to take it slow with him; he wasn't one to move fast. His brother, his rivals, even the goombas outside all wanted to rush into all that they did. He didn't though. This is what made him different, and he only wished that his girlfriend could share this trait with him.
He knew that it was only in her nature to run and to stay ahead of everyone in the competitive marathon known as life. Her short, orange locks flowing in the wind and her body moving fiercely yet gracefully indicated only one thing.
She would always be ahead of him. No matter how many times she tried to slow down, or he tried to speed up, the distance would always separate them. Sometimes people are just too different. Sometimes yin and yang are only words that sit around and take up space in the mind. At one point or another, pointless metaphors that waste space must be dealt with and thrown into oblivion.
Unfortunately for him, these sorts of things kept his life sewn together. Even if he gently tried to pull out the strings, he'd only end up tearing the fabric. But then again, if he were to use scissors to cut away the orange string, he could always just sew the fabric back together with the pink that appeared so unexpectedly.
So maybe metaphors were good. Old cliché ones could leave his mind, but new beautiful ones could take over. And that's what happened. The brightly colored orange string was cut, and the softer pink string was sewn in.
I'm sorry if this sucked. Please don't hate me… And if anyone was confused, this story was a subtle way of me trying to describe how Luigi cheated on Daisy with Peach and got with her in the end. *Softer pink string was sewn in.* Peach. Orange string referred to Daisy. (They were too different, yin and yang) So I don't know if I should write another chapter for this… I guess reviews would be nice. :]