aplebaby1212's Journal

Where I Stand

I am a Child of God, and I am the spawn of Satan. I am deep, and I am shallow. I am depressed, and I am hyper. I am suicidal, and I am lively. I am someone’s love, and I am someone’s enemy. I am a rebel, and I am a conformist. I am similar, yet I am oh so different.

I like the way I fall into him. I like the feel of his finger tips on my cheek. I like the thought that my touch comforts him, like his is to me. I like the warmth of his body next to mine. I like the way he annoys me, and I still love him. I like the way I annoy him, and I know he still loves me.

I believe that he loves me like I love him. I believe that I love him like he loves me. I believe that our love is everlasting and eternal. I believe that our love is like a lighthouse in the storm called life. I believe that we’ll make it through every storm. I believe that God wants us to make it out okay.

I do not care for his popsicle addiction, but I love him anyway. I do not care for his driving, but I go on loving him. I do not care for his sunflower seed spitting, but I love kissing his soft, sweet lips. I do not care for his obsession of card games, but because I love him I’ll keep playing them. I do not care for his moodiness, but he deals with mine so I’ll keep loving him. I do not care for a lot of things, but because he’s alive I’ll care for him.

I am tired of hearing about his faults. I am tired of hearing about his bad habits. I am tired of hearing about his lack of a love for reading. I am tired of hearing about his anger. I am tired of hearing about how stubborn he is. I am tired of hearing about his every little move, because in the end I still love him.

I favor long rain days of lying next to him. I favor playing cards, than watching while others do. I favor green and blue popsicles, over purple ones any day. I favor Irish-Cherokees over any other person to love. I favor his dark farmers tan any day.