I am still working on my adventures of being single, volume two. haha. But In the mean time, I found this poem I found to be so cute via Stumbleupon.
Here is the link to the actual website where it was.
And now here is the poem:
Why We Like Girls
The truth is out there.
They will always smell good even if its just shampoo.
The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder.
How cute they look when they sleep.
The ease in which they fit into our arms.
The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world.
How cute they are when they eat.
The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worth while.
Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 out side.
The way they look good no matter what they wear.
The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most
beautiful thing on this earth.
How cute they are when they argue.
The way her hand always finds yours.
The way they smile.
The way you feel when you see their name on the call display after you just had a big fight.
The way she says "lets not fight anymore" even though you know that an hour later....
The way they kiss when you do something nice for them.
The way they kiss you when you say "I love you".
Actually... just the way they kiss you....
The way they fall into your arms when they cry.
Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly.
The way they hit you and expect it to hurt.
Then the way apologize when it does hurt ..(even though we don't admit it!).
The way they say "I miss you".
The way you miss them.
The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her
anymore.....Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that
you would die without them... it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they
were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes,
traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a
sound, you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings
of her very heart. We love them for a million reasons, No paper would do it justice. It is a
thing not of the mind but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.
I like this font I used above.... And I do not know how to get it so that it didn't double space. :( I am sorry about that.
