Wednesday, June 16, 2010

How Dare You...

Why did you do that?  Why?  What made you think that you had any right to do something so drastic; to think of anything like that to begin with?  How could you?  No... How dare you?!
You doubted yourself.  You thought the worst.  You thought about giving everything up just because you didn't know what would come next.  Who cares?!  Man... Isn't that what life is about?  Is that not the definition of a risk?  And you are young.  Live like it.  Act your age for once and just live.
Trying something new is fun, exciting, and could - possibly - be life-changing.  But to settle for something just because?  No.  Don't you ever do that to me again.

You are worth so much more than that.  Why can't you see it?  And I swear if you pull anything like that again, I will be so disappointed in you... Not angry or frustrated or sad, but worse: let down.
You let me down, you know that?  I thought you were better than that.  I really did.  No, I take that back - I know you're better than that.  And it's about time you straightened yourself up and acted like it.

I mean it - Sit up.  Chin held parallel to the floor.  Eyes focused ahead of you (you better not let me catch you looking down!).  Shoulders back.  Breathe a giant breath in.  Hold it..... Now, release it out through your mouth.
You're beautiful.  You're young and youthful.  You're joyous.  You're everything anyone's ever wanted and more than anyone could ever expect.  You're smart and witty and kind and respectful and likable and your laugh can cure cancer.  You smile with your eyes and when you're happy, so is the world to those surrounding you.  You're contagious.  And you're mine.  And I could not be happier.  I love you so much.
Not because of the way you look or the sound of your voice or the way you move your hands or even the way you touch me that sends shivers down my spine.  It's so much deeper than that; it's because of your ipseity.  I've never met anyone who is quite like you.  You shine above the rest, as cliche as that sounds, and it's you that keeps me going, that keeps me up at night, or that keeps me occupied as my own personal screensaver throughout the day.  I love you.  All of you.  All of you.  Don't you ever do that to me again...

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