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Even A Diary Gives Beautiful Emotions - A Short Story
Even A Diary Gives Beautiful Emotions
By Matthew Del Rosario
March 22, 2010
Why did they fall in love? Maybe it was because she understood him. His thoughts flowed through her, and came out clearer than he ever could have imagined. His emotions too. He understood himself better after their talks. He felt revived.
Sometimes they would talk about love life. Not always his, but other people’s love lives. The ones he could relate to anyway. Bitter. Emo. Wrist slashing love lives. Then there were the happy ones. Life in full color. Nothing else mattering except the love that picked them up and brought them soaring to the skies. And then there was perfect love. The love that only God can give. That was the one he enjoyed talking about with her the most.
She was his diary. He wasn’t very good with words, but they lit up the stars together. His life was reflected in their relationship. And he fell in love with her.
They talked about her a lot to. Not her…a different her. But she didn’t mind. They tuned their thoughts as one. He fell in love with many girls, and she was there for all of it; there for him.
They found the window into the lives of others, whether he could related to it or not. Words of emotions, words of feelings. Even without words at times. A song. What does a song sound like? Is it played, or kept inside? Is it rocked out to, and not caring what the world says? They see it. Even if you are wearing earphones, they see the way you move.
And he didn’t care. That’s what love is, he said. “Giving up your life for someone and not caring what the world thinks of you.”
He expressed his emotions through their talks. There was something that made it special. Even A Diary Gives Beautiful Emotions. But this was more. This was more.
By Matthew Del Rosario
March 22, 2010
Why did they fall in love? Maybe it was because she understood him. His thoughts flowed through her, and came out clearer than he ever could have imagined. His emotions too. He understood himself better after their talks. He felt revived.
Sometimes they would talk about love life. Not always his, but other people’s love lives. The ones he could relate to anyway. Bitter. Emo. Wrist slashing love lives. Then there were the happy ones. Life in full color. Nothing else mattering except the love that picked them up and brought them soaring to the skies. And then there was perfect love. The love that only God can give. That was the one he enjoyed talking about with her the most.
She was his diary. He wasn’t very good with words, but they lit up the stars together. His life was reflected in their relationship. And he fell in love with her.
They talked about her a lot to. Not her…a different her. But she didn’t mind. They tuned their thoughts as one. He fell in love with many girls, and she was there for all of it; there for him.
They found the window into the lives of others, whether he could related to it or not. Words of emotions, words of feelings. Even without words at times. A song. What does a song sound like? Is it played, or kept inside? Is it rocked out to, and not caring what the world says? They see it. Even if you are wearing earphones, they see the way you move.
And he didn’t care. That’s what love is, he said. “Giving up your life for someone and not caring what the world thinks of you.”
He expressed his emotions through their talks. There was something that made it special. Even A Diary Gives Beautiful Emotions. But this was more. This was more.
What i learned from late night paper writing
Cobra – 12:30am. Doesn’t taste so good but I could feel the energy rush right away. I was beginning to feel hyper, and it was showing in my actions. I know that if I didn’t suppress it, I would have gotten an even higher rush.
Xplode – 1:30am. Tastes like really sweet coke. I didn’t get much of an energy rush, and I found myself having to pee a lot more often. As in a lot more often! Maybe 2 or 3 times just from that one bottle. Kept me awake but I didn’t feel the high that cobra gave. I still felt like Matt, not Batista.
…it’s 3:30am and I’m not tired. Either Xplode is really good or it’s because I mixed it so soon after Cobra…
…it’s 4am now and I am debating if I should still try sting…I’m finished with my assignment already…
Sting – drank sting during the day. It sucked. It tastes great, but gives me zero energy. I just get heart palpitations. I drank it and still ended up sleeping. I gave it one more chance a few days later…same result.
I’m willing to give Xplode another go. Cobra is still the most effective of the three. I just don’t know how long the energy lasts.
Xplode – 1:30am. Tastes like really sweet coke. I didn’t get much of an energy rush, and I found myself having to pee a lot more often. As in a lot more often! Maybe 2 or 3 times just from that one bottle. Kept me awake but I didn’t feel the high that cobra gave. I still felt like Matt, not Batista.
…it’s 3:30am and I’m not tired. Either Xplode is really good or it’s because I mixed it so soon after Cobra…
…it’s 4am now and I am debating if I should still try sting…I’m finished with my assignment already…
Sting – drank sting during the day. It sucked. It tastes great, but gives me zero energy. I just get heart palpitations. I drank it and still ended up sleeping. I gave it one more chance a few days later…same result.
I’m willing to give Xplode another go. Cobra is still the most effective of the three. I just don’t know how long the energy lasts.
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