When I first met him I wasn't overly impressed. I had walked into a restaurant to dine with friends, and sitting at the table that greeted me is Him. I didn't notice his rugged good looks. I didn't pause to gaze down upon his broad shoulders, and thick chest. I hardly noticed the caramel color of his eyes.
What I saw was a broken tooth. A very tiny short broken upper lateral tooth. Nice tooth, I remember thinking. Who could have know that tiny significant flaw was what made me take notice and start paying attention.
From his head to his toe, his butt to his nose. He is one good looking member of the male persuasion. He's the kind of man that stands out in a crowd. Blessed with height and an athletic build, most of the female give him nine or better on the hottie scale.
To judge him solely on appearances would satisfy the most cynical of beauty critics. But his looks don't scratch the surface of his many layers. He cab make you wonder about lies beneath the exterior. Is he intelligent, funny or loyal? All I know is he is really a brainy guy the kind of guy who can get straight A without reviewing, and his quiet funny but he's more sarcastic and such a bully guy. Loyal, uhm I don't know. Are the distinct crinkles and laugh lines around his eyes from laughing or glaring? Why do the teeth that behind pale pink lips appear so warn and stained? Was this based on a lazy hygiene routine, or merely the accidental blemishes of a careless youth?
Tanned and toned, one might wonder if he spent his days working out in the gym and later lying in a tanned bed. More careful observation would reveal the tab to be uneven and freckled by many hours in the scorching sunlight. The scars and calluses on his hands, face, and shoulders and a strong back, place him as a man born and bred to labor.
His caramel eyes and deep brown hair give him an instantly intimidating look. Although his eyes usually gleam soft and bright with a tender gaze, they can harden into dark pools of glaring black pigments when he is upset or distrusting. His short shaved hair musters up no connection with frills or fussiness.
The only implication of meticulous grooming, lies in a dark brown goatee that received trimming, "pre-special-occasions." The goatee gracefully lies in a taught, angled jaw line. Very defined and strong, his features are classic and masculine, complemented by his straight nose.
Throughout my years of knowing him, I can still look at him and admire the swift grace in his movements. Quick eyes, quick hands, with an even quicker wit, he never ceases to amaze me. Possessing the grace of the Gazelle, he can charge into any situation with the thundering power of an elephant.
Clever by design, no task, mechanical or intellectual delays him for long. He has the power to adapt and overcome. I've relied on him during out relationship together more times than I count. Something always pops up. When I can't remedy the alone, I am comforted knowing I have him ever ready assistance.
I've ventured out, trying to describe the man I admire so much. With hope, you can see this man as I do through the power of my words. Seeing, as only I can, the special individuality that captures my heart whenever hers around. I am truly blessed to have someone I respect so dutifully in my life. Not only him as my best friend but he is like a brother to me. I believe that his character make-up will continue to produce the wonderful friend and loving best friend, for all our lives.
Forgettable - November 22,2012
He called me...forgettable
It was a slip of the tongue
A mistake I could see on his face
It shattered me instantly
My face contorted with a kind a pain only your best friend's words can unveil
Forgettable, easily forgotten
"I didn't mean that" he said
He did though and we both knew it
Truth has that way of hitting you, punching you in the gut
You never do anything rash was his expectation
To stand out, to be noticed
It's not your fault he whispered, its just the way you are
And I knew exactly what he was saying
I was one of the many
His eyes told me he was sorry the words had spill from his mouth
Laughing was my only way out
That's me I said with a wide smile and wink
That's exactly who I am
I think one of the worst feelings is when you sadly come to the realization that you're slowly drifting apart with one of your closet friend and you're dying of the huge truth that's hit you right across your face that's waken you up and acknowledge you're losing that friend you always thought would always be your friend for as long as possible.
And it wounds you, it eats you, it haunts you to know your friendship is in jeopardy and sadly you know you can't do anything to stop falling apart when you see that this friend isn't putting the effort to reattach back the friendship as it was before, so it can live on and create more beautiful moments that you both can cherish in heart and in mind all over again.
It sucks, it hurts because really, how can you let go of someone you've grown so attach to that you're afraid of change without them there in your life?
I know things happen for a reason, but let go if that friend isn't cooperating like you are to bring back the friendship. The way I see it is, if you're putting all your mind and soul to someone who doesn't even notice it or gives back the same vibe, walk away. You're losing someone important in your life but you always gain something better in return..
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