A Classic

He is the classic, but not typical, "boy next door" whom everyone loves and gets along with.

He is kind, popular, intelligent, talented, and handsome. 

He is the guy you trust completely. You tell him anything and everything, often inquiring as to why you did, once removed from his presence. 

He's a pretty good liar and would make an exceptional actor or politician. He is honest when it's important to him. 
 
We fight and disagree on everything but it all works out either way.

He's the one that drives you crazy, but a good crazy. 

Ultimately, he has the right intentions, a good heart, and the grit to make something of himself someday.

Everyone crushes on him, and everyone wants to be his friend.  
 

None of my friends have to ask who I'm smitten with because they already know. It will always be the same. We know each other so well that we don't know each other at all.

With him, time needs to be longer; conversation needs more vitality; "I love you" needs to be proven.

He drives me insane but I will always love him.

One could say, he has it all.  

The day I hear him
react to the pieces of
me, that have gone unnoticed
even to myself

The beauty he sees in
my eyes, spoken thoughts,
deeds, and those implied
but understood, by him and
by myself

Will be the aeon of felicity
the juncture of delight
where another has found
respect, affection for me,
other than myself

But life and light
extinguish any chance for
days of affirmation, times
when I need not try to
be myself

I am providentially
comforted by the truth,
which many cannot claim
to bear, that I do, most truly,
love myself

Dear Prince,

You have been gone for, what seems like, forever. It hasn't been forever, mercifully, only a small fraction of time in eternity. Away on your quest for the King; this princess couldn’t be more proud. You are a fine soldier my Prince. You have come so far. Your journey has taken you to another side of the world. Where you have been in all this time is an intriguing mystery to me. I have little idea of who you meet every day, what foreign fare you consume and what ideas linger in your thoughts. The distance physically and spiritually preoccupies my own thoughts every second of my days. As the sun sets in my own window, my eyes fall shut and wonderings replace the slowly diminishing sun, all centered upon you. Where is he? What is he doing? What is he thinking? Maybe it is too theatrical, but I have always desired to be closer to you. This distance has only advocated that desire. How I long to know what you are thinking.

I would give anything to strike up an unpredictable conversation with you again. I miss our exchanges. They were understatedly, so obscure. When I reminisce of those exchanges, my eyes tingle as a smile touches my lips. I do hope our King has sent his servants to witness the words we speak, so that they may remember them, and then hark back to us what was said, in case we forget.

How lucky we are to have such a beloved King. He truly loves us and provides us with necessary protection. He has sent you on this quest with a great gift; the only gift that includes protection, discernment and truth all in one. He has sent as your guide, The Comforter. Needless to say, even with the knowledge of The Comforters companionship, I am always afraid for you. Your quest is important and great, but it is also cunningly dangerous. The adversary is out there. It frightens me to know that he is every step behind and in front of you. That is what makes him so cunning, and treacherous. He will stop at nothing to tear you down; to keep you from your mission. Each night, I pray that his pernicious tactics have no or little effect on you or your soul. I know he shall have success and his poison shall seep within you at times. Obtain relief in the knowledge that you can escape, given you are learned from past mistakes.

Do not fear the mistakes you may make. I did not fall in love with a perfect deity. I fell in love with the Prince with faults, whom developed gradually from such error. For if you were as ever perfect as our King, I would not be worthy to love you in the manner that I do. Also, do not grow tired from the good that you do. I did not fall in love with a man who grew weary from well doing. I fell in love with the Prince who was enthused to sustain, again and again. The King smiles upon you for your integrity; as I do.

Endure your hardships my Prince. They shall be a small moment as our King once whispered. Your quest is never-ending. Though you may return home from your current expedition, the quest itself marches on. Many need you in this hour. Though it pains me to admit it, many need you far greater than I. For this I shall wait. If I am to wait an eternity, then so be it. I shall not endure upon this quest with any other than you. You are my Prince. I shall not find happiness as the King has promised in your absence. Thus I shall wait; patiently, eagerly, humbly.

Press on my Prince. You shall forever be in my prayers.

With love, your Princess

Slowly the starlight fell, only to stop when it rested serenely on the ground. At second glance, Aiden realized it wasn't starlight at all. The tiny lights were flakes of snow. He marveled at how bright the soft white flakes were, and how much they resembled little falling stars. The moon was responsible for such an allusion. The moon shown full overhead and Aiden couldn't help but stare it down. His eyes met the brightness of the moon and he could fill the light radiating a white glare in his own dark brown eyes. Aiden's eyes began to water, but not from the bright light illuminating from the round marble in the sky. There was a peculiar presence in Aiden's life that seemed to be emitting from the moon. But he could not explain it. All he knew was that, in his own life, the moon represented wonder, mystery, and intense emotion.

Aiden lowered his head to his chest and closed his eyes, blinking away the moisture. As he opened them, his eyes felt cool against the cold temperature. His eyes dried instantly. Taking a deep breath, he slowly let it out, specifically to watch the steam which appeared before him. The snow was cold that particular night, but not bitterly cold. Aiden always felt that fresh snow cleansed the earth. Most are to believe that it is rain that cleanses the earth, but rain falls too hard to do anyone an ounce of good. Sure the rain helps farmers to grow crops and feed mankind. Even rain was water, which Aiden often heard referred to as the nectar of life. But to Aiden, rain was too distasteful. Aiden could not feel one ounce of peace when rain fell. He found peace deep into his soul with the presence of snow. Snow was his serenity.