.o22 Emotion
How I wish you could see the potential,
The potential of you and me,
Its like a book, elegantly bound but,
In a language that you cant read (just yet).
She wished he could see the potential of a relationship. Between her self and him, not because he was famous or beautiful but for his intelligence yet there were many complications to this feat. As love was a book he could not read, not just yet. No one had taught him, or nurtured the language of affection and potential. When she tried to teach him, his demeanor was frigid. An unyielding force of nature that refused to be weak, in the eyes of its peers though there was always that spot in which it could not read or understand why people love and how to.
You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love.
I will possess your heart.
She told him everyday that he should take the time to realize their potential and what love is. It might have been a factor that when he did find love it was not she as they spent afternoons teaching each other the languages of their world. Friends often frowned upon this as her thoughts remained solely upon obtaining the love or the heart of this man. Their words had no meaning though they meant well.
There are days when outside your window,
I see my reflection as I slowly pass.
And I long for this mirrorred perspective,
When we'll be lovers, lovers at last.
Often times when they walked together she looked in to windows of stores, staring at their reflection as people slowed their pace down. The girl caught her self more than once on these sorts of excursions daydreaming of a future where they were lovers. Despite what every one says about this fantastical folly, even the man's cousins agree with her friends. She still believed in him, hoping he'd believe in her. Braving the fronts of criticism and jealousy, as if they were storms on the sea.
You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love.
I will possess your heart.
They slowly stopped spending time together, and she increasingly busied. Not with friends or her idealistic quests of love but of educational pursuit. The girl did not call for a while, and caused a chain reaction inside of the man who was going through the process of finding love. He as lost with out the constant partnership of a bubblegum haired girl as the eyes of many women batted vivaciously his way. It was quite possible she had given up just like many martyrs before her though the words of family told other wise of her stress, the dedication to school. Something he did not need, as files poured in every which way. A soft plea escaped his lips in the middle of a nap. Do not leave me.
You reject my advances and desperate pleas.
I won't let you let me down so easily, so easily.
He used to reject her advances, and pleas of desperation like every other woman of the opposite gender. Finding nothing more he would really want in those hopeful eyes of sea glass. The roles didn't switch, not yet, as he watched from across the street, fellow classmates in boys uniform flirt shamelessly while she blushed rose red from what ever they said. Like him she rejected their pleas and advances politely, as she smiled quietly. Would she do the same to him if he tried? Like he did to her yet she didn't let him put her down so easily, continuing on with being an 'annoyance' as his cousin would say. Family members were able to see the change in him, from an ice cube to something with frostbite. Supposedly pleasing the clan 'elders' with this change of heart though they didn't know who was really behind it.
You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love.
I will possess your heart.
The day he told her that he loved her she almost died in bliss. All the negative energies given off from friends and family alike didn't matter now as sharp coals stared in to polished emerald. The time spent together possibly paid off, for him and for her as the idea of him finding love in her was a dream come true as she hoped he wouldn't become a philanderer like Sai had become. As friends told her behind his back that their fists would show the pretty boy no mercy if he decided to pull such a deed that left her stranded on a island of depression before. As they dated, he showed that he was a possessive boyfriend, which he as a person was insecure about where her heart was as he often tried to intimidate other males from speaking with her. As if to sequester her away from potential suitors that would turn her eye as she multiples of times spot that he was the only one for her.
He possessed her heart fully, as she herself flung her emotions full heartily in to the relationship. As they spent time together they were finding more love in each other then any one else who wore fake eyelashes and half brand cologne on first dates. Friends and family that were once negative turned a blind eye to the possessive behavior he and she exhibited only seeing the positive in which they exuded for each other. Though there were still negative feelings and jealousy that wove around them constantly, trying to break apart what they have. In short
They were each other's emotions.
Author's Note:
To the Death Cab for Cutie Song – I will possess your heart. :)
It was sort of difficult to end with out making it feel stupid or rushed out though it probably is.