ABB - 1

How do I describe him?  He is, he simply is.  I may call my other friends kind, generous, affectionate.  This boy, this male specimen, is loving.  He is heartfelt, caring.   Now, don't get me wrong.  He is not the most handsome of my male companions.  A few of them are enough to knock any girl's socks off, or boy's, if that is the way they swing.  He is not even near the top, really. 

 

He's a guitarist, a singer.  This boy describes himself as a lyractist, and it's probably the greatest talent that God has given anyone.  His words flow with the music like waves on the ocean.  Sometimes crashing, sometimes crushing, still they manage to bring emotions to a heart even so dead as others claim mine is.  I feel no love for him, don't doubt me there.  I feel no attraction to him beyond that which is common between a girl and a boy who are completely open about everything, yet avoid eachother after a hook up gone wrong.

 

And he scares me, sometimes.  We ask questions, you see.  We trade questions, and always answer.  The topics delved upon are various.  Deep, sexual, joking, random, we don't hesitate if there is something we consider.  For example, the question "What super power would you want, and why?"  His answer?  He wants to control minds.  I understand where he comes from, this male friend of mine.  He lusts after some type of control, even that which might be considered horrible.

 

I'll describe him a bit more, shall I?  He's rash and brave, like any typical teenage male.  He dives too quickly into too much and expects the best out of himself at things that no one can be perfect in.  He falls in love too quickly and too strongly.  He chases after a girl until he falls into depression, only to sky rocket back up at the merest hint she is attracted to him.  He's too kind and flirtatious for his own good, or for mine.  Half the girls in our little group find his presence enchanting, and fall in love everytime he touches his fingers to those guitar strings. 

 

I won't admit it often, but I find him a temptation once in a while, especially when he flashes that sly yet cheerful smile my way.  Thankfully, this doesn't happen often.  I am one of those he talks to, the girl whose ears are always ready to listen to him rail against the injustices of the world. 

 

But I lost him, I fear.  I've lost the one guy I could always trust to listen, the one boy who was always around when I needed to vent against the very world.  He's gone, because of my own stupidity.  Because I gave into a moment of temptation and let the need for human companionship overwhelm my reasoning.  I was an idiot.  I've lost him.  I will never forgive myself.

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[The earth (Titan maphah..]

He's a guitarist, a singer. This boy describes himself as a lyractist, and it's probably the greatest talent that God has given anyone. His words flow with the music like waves on the ocean. Sometimes crashing, sometimes crushing, still they manage to bring emotions to a heart even so dead as others claim mine is. I feel no love for him, don't doubt me there. I feel no attraction to him beyond that which is common between a girl and a boy who are completely open about everything, yet avoid eachother after a hook up gone wrong.



And he scares me, sometimes. We ask questions, you see. We trade questions, and always answer. The topics delved upon are various. Deep, sexual, joking, random, we don't hesitate if there is something we consider. For example, the question "What super power would you want, and why?" His answer? He wants to control minds. I understand where he comes from, this male friend of mine. He lusts after some type of control, even that which might be considered horrible.



I'll describe him a bit more, shall I? He's rash and brave, like any typical teenage male. He dives too quickly into too much and expects the best out of himself at things that no one can be perfect in. He falls in love too quickly and too strongly. He chases after a girl until he falls into depression, only to sky rocket back up at the merest hint she is attracted to him. He's too kind and flirtatious for his own good, or for mine. Half the girls in our little group find his presence enchanting, and fall in love everytime he touches his fingers to those guitar strings.



I won't admit it often, but I find him a temptation once in a while, especially when he flashes that sly yet cheerful smile my way. Thankfully, this doesn't happen often. I am one of those he talks to, the girl whose ears are always ready to listen to him rail against the injustices of the world.



But I lost him, I fear. I've lost the one guy I could always trust to listen, the one boy who was always around when I needed to vent against the very world. He's gone, because of my own stupidity. Because I gave into a moment of temptation and let the need for human companionship overwhelm my reasoning. I was an idiot. I've lost him. I will never forgive myself.

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