A Girl Enslaved By Slavery, A Boy, And Death

I spent my dreams last night coming up with reasons why I wish I never become like the boy in the chain post:

“A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty, he said no. She asked him if he would want to be with her forever…. and he said no.  She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry? and once again he replied with a no.
She had heard enough.

As she walked away, tears streaming down her face the boy grabbed her arm and said….You’re not pretty you’re beautiful. I don’t want to be with you forever. I NEED to be with you forever, and I wouldnt cry if you walked away…I’d die…”

Rationalizations about how terrible it would be, to be loved so;

to know that you hold the life of another in your hands, and will never be able to set it down, only end or endure. To bear the burden or kill the innocent.

One tries to read a little more into something when one is talking to someone who believes.

Reading to much into something, it twists away from the author’s intent. But that is not a bad thing.

Especially if they think it’s sweet, and you recoil unwittingly from it.

To quote Confucius, “Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it”

And it never hurts to look. To think before speaking.

Especially when you respect them. They might well respect you.

ink 2/29/2012


About inkywaters

Just another semi-confused soul in the endless aether.

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