Words Sweet Like Candy

George Bernard Shaw

I was Mario and you were Peach. And now you might be at a different castle.

Your smile matches your heart. You are just as beautiful externally as you are internally and internally you are a rare pristine portrait. You are risky but you are necessary I am going to take a chance and tell you how I feel.

I want to be a boyfriend like Peeta one day, you know? Just to find a girl I can love as much as Katniss, and give her everything I am. Unfortunately, Suzanne Collins didn't write my biography

I have now spent more time away from you than with you yet your face lingers on in my heart seeing pain in my veins. I gave you my all oh, December Girl, and you threw it away.

Prayed a special prayer tonight, for God to send someone into my life who I don't have to cry over. For God to give me a soul mate whom I need.

Looks like more wallowing in loneliness for this Daiterbater. Sigh, oh well.

I stood and waited and begged and pleaded. And you, you walked away. You didn't answer. You lied and you falsified. And I, I believed as I begged, trusted as I pleaded, was destroyed by the truth. You just walked away from me with intentions you didn't have the gall to let me become aware of. You still mean to me and yet to you it means nothing. Ultimately, you are heartless. Ultimately, you are cruel.

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I guess the number one quality any potential girlfriend should have is the same desire for me as I have for her. If she's the one, she'll come around, if not, no use in beating a dead horse.

For some reason, my mind has come up with the notion that if somehow I could buy her the perfect gift she would have to come running back into my arms and all would be well again. I hate you, you deceptive mind.

The things one does in a romance movie would often be considered actions of an obsessed stalker if done in real life. How often our true desires are imposed by the ones we think we have because of the big screen.

And yet, she still haunts my dreams, returning to me as if she had never left. Real life is a different story: she won't even text me, much less talk to me. I am unsure whether I am more tortured by her or by my mind's image of her.