too early to say goodnight.
"Where words fail, music speaks."
I don't know who first said those words, but they were right. Music is a way for human beings to express how they're feeling when they don't know how to explain it, or they're afraid to, or they truly believe a song is just better than any words they could ever say. One song in particular, whose lyric I used to title this post, is a song very recently chosen by a person very special to me.
"That song was the first one that made me think of you, like, automatically. So I want it to be our song. It makes me think of you and nothing can replace that."
That boy sort of makes me really happy. He's awkward, and a total geek, and apologizes often. He's got a mind that he believes is more "terrible" than mine, though I know he's wrong. He's an avid participant in Pokemon League, and he'd love to have six hundred dollars to blow on an action figure. And I happen to enjoy every piece of him. All the awkwardness, and the ultimate geekfest I know he is.
That old man is mine. He'll be a teacher, and I'll write books, and we'll find a home in Grand Marais, away from everything and everyone. We'll dress up like comic book characters, and he'll teach me how to play Pokemon and Resident Evil. He'll change me, and I'll change him, though
both will go unacknowledged. Late night conversations about nothing and everything. Watching Big Bang Theory, Scrubs and How I Met Your Mother. Scott Pilgrim [imagine Patel and his awkward hand slide and shoulder shift when reading that] and Italian food.It will happen. Because we want it to.
^ This made me think of him.
We may be completely different, but it works for us. He makes me happy. And I've been told I make him happy. That's enough for me [: ♥
