Of a love like this

Of the happiest and saddest smile in the world.
Of the happiest and saddest laugh in the world.
Of the hugs that I use to comfort her, and she uses to comfort me.
Of the way she holds my hand and tells me not to let go.
Of the way she tells me she loves me, and forces me to respond.
Of the way she gets jealous and yet won't let me be.
Of the way she tells me I'm good looking, even if she's the only one that believes it.
Of the way she'll lie to make me happy, despite her own wishes.
Of her pearl white teeth and 5 minute tooth brushing.
Of watching movies, many movies, and spooning till my arm is dead, and then some.
Of sitting and doing nothing.
Of breakfasting with her.
Of lunching with her.
Of dinner with her.
Of walking through floriade, her eating her nuts and me taking my caffeine.
Of appreciating art.
Of very extended gelati eating occasions.
Of roleplaying immature children.
Of being immature children.
Of dress shopping.
Of her laughing at how I drink through straws.
Of me stroking her hair.
Of her indignance even when she shouldn't be.
Of watching her slut it up in the musical.
Of many long discussions about absolutely everything and nothing.
Of her becoming defensive when I'm searching for answers to questions about anything she does.
Of butterflies, rainbows and flowers, loved by the both of us.
Of puppies in the window.
Of angry fighting fish, who scare but intrigue.
Of double stamp tuesdays.
Of many shared sushi meals.
Of sunbaking, well, at least she was ^_^.
Of family dinners and how well they go despite.
Of the way that 80% of the time I have to yell to get her attention.
Of attempting to get her to say her mum's hot.
Of the way she gets me insanely riled due to my possessive and jealous nature.
Of the way she doesn't realise she does it.
Of her being just as possessive and jealous, but not admitting it.
Of the happiest and saddest emails in the world.
Of missing each other after just one day.
Of missing each other after half a day.
Of the way she hates me being there, but loves it as well.
Of the way I'm male and she hates it.
Of the way she never tries to understand how I feel about a subject, but gives advice all the same.
Of public kissing being prohibited, much to my dismay.
Of long bus trips with her head on my shoulder.
Of suprising her with flowers, but not too often.
Of whispering in her ear, and her in mine.
Of crying in my arms, and I in hers.
Of our weakest and strongest moments.
Of her being incredibly angry at my decent marks, but hiding her anger and congratulating me because she thinks she should.
Of small jokes.
Of retaliations to small jokes that aren't recieved well, but are in the same vein.
Of myer couches.
Of giving rings and watching faces.
Of double chicken nuggets.
Of inflated chips.
Of kissing in the rain.
Of loving me drunk.
Of sneaking out to see me when I'm drunk.
Of me thinking about noone else, even if I could.
Of not being able to take her to dinner, but doing it anyway because I love to.
Of forehead kisses that make her melt.
Of poems that make her cry.
Of songs that aren't about her, but she can't help but think they are.
Of sitting and listening to music.
Of her hating me for no reason at all.
Of her hating me for reasons.
Of Todd, Elliot, JD, Turk, Dr Kelso, Ted, Carla, Cox, and Jordan.
Of crazy dreams.
Of watching her think about other people.
Of watching her think about me.
Of wanting to be alone in her head.
Of knowing that I'll never be, and loving her all the same.
Of spending every day with her and loving it every moment.
Of watching her sleep.
Of long walks around the lake.
Of spontaneously telling me I'm amazing.
Of spontaneously telling you you're beautiful.

Of a love I never could change, but upon realisation, wouldn't want to.

Of the Poor Puppy That Couldn't

Those bright, puppy dog eyes,
Looked up to me and said,
"Shield me from the hurt, the lies",
But it wasn't him, his eyes dead.

The poor puppy, lying there,
His innocent body lay still,
The world his heart just couldn't bear,
For the puppy, just too much thrill.

An owner who didn't want him,
A partner who was not his own,
He left it all out on a whim,
Poor puppy, just chasing his bone.

Of Sunday Drives

And we wait above a road.
We're turning to go home.
And the silence from the side of the car
Tells me everything and how we are.
'Cause there's no more trying to make this so right,
There's no more trying tonight.

And you know it's not so easy when you're all alone.
And I wonder if I'm alone in your head.

I know something is wrong, I just dont know what to do.
You say it's only me and that I'm so perfect for you.
I don't want to try no more, I dont want to make this right.
I just want you to be true to me, one time.

And you know it's not so easy when you're all alone.
And I wonder if I'm alone in your head.

Twelve days gone by since I have saw you last.
I'll give this one more try, I'll give it all my best.
And I'll ask "What could you be doing that is so much fun?
without me by your side, without me by your side?"

And I will take a step back, and I'll let you ahead.
And I will take a step away and see if you come back.
Because there's no more trying to make this so right,
There's no more trying, there's no more trying tonight.

We'll never be the same.
We will never be the same.
We will never be the same.
We will never be the same until you're done.

-The Early November