its sad when the people you know become people you knew, when you cant walk right past someone as if they were never a big part of your life..how you used to be able to talk for hours, and now you can barely even look at them. its just sad how things change, so much.

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WHY DO MEN LOVE WOMEN?

Wednesday, March 8, 2006

** this is probly the sweetest thing ever written by a guy hihi  

1.They will always smell good even if its just shampoo

2.The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder

3.How cute they look when they sleep

4.The ease in which they fit into our arms

5.The way they kiss you and  all of a sudden everything is right in the world

6.How cute they are when they eat

7.The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worth while

8.Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside

9.The way they look good no matter what they wear

10.The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she’s the most beautiful thing on this earth

11.How cute they are WHEN THEY ARGUE

12.The way her hand always finds yours

13.The way they smile

14.The way you feel when you see their name on the call ID after you just had a big fight

15.The way she says “lets not fight anymore” even though you know that an hour later you might

16.The way they kiss when you do something nice for them

17.The way they kiss you when you say “I love you”

18.Actually … just the way they kiss you…

19.The way they fall into your arms when they cry

20.Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly

21.The way they hit you and expect it to hurt

22.Then the way they apologize when it does hurt.

23.The way they say “I miss you”

24.The way you miss them

25.The way their tears make you want to change the  world so that it doesn’t hurt her anymore…..

Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them … it matters not.Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they  become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart.

We love them for a million reasons, No paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.

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