Wrote this at 2 this morning...couldn't sleep cuz I had this idea...then if just kind of flowed out onto the paper :P. Enjoy.
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Humans are indeed remarkable.
Some days all we long for is companionship, to be able to love and be loved, to communicate and to be known.
Other days we're not so sure what we want, we know we want something...but what? We cannot begin to elaborate on what it is, and neither can we give the slightest hint to its description...because we simply don't know.
And on those rare days, we simply want to be alone. Away from distractions, away from enjoyments, away from friends, and away from family.
Alone.
It was on the latter of these three types of days that I found myself perched in a massive and grotesquely knotted old oak tree which looked out onto the peaceful and flowing hayfields of my grandparent's farm. I was fourteen years old, and had recently been denied the love of my first crush.
Her name was Alexia, and she was barely a year above me in age. She always hung out with the older kids, which made it harder for me to spend time with her, so I suppose I didn't know her as well as I would have liked. One thing I did know was her beauty--and what a beauty it was indeed. She had beautiful jet-black hair, which flowed across her smooth-skinned face and down to her back. Every time she glanced my way, I caught a heavenly glimpse of her stunning grey-green eyes, and her pale red lips.
I still don't understand how any of my peers could have ever disagreed with me. Some even tried to discourage me by saying things such as, "She's out of your league" or, "She's too popular dude". These phrases of course meant nothing to me at the time, but later on I would learn to take them as a challenge.
As I sat in that beautiful oak tree overlooking that beautiful field in that beautiful moment of solitude on that beautifully peaceful day, I began to tell myself that one rejection wasn't enough. Hell, five-hundred rejections wouldn't be enough to deter me: I loved this girl and I wasn't about to let her stop me from having her. I looked out into the field once more and considered the irony of my last thought.
I then considered the quiet solitude I was enjoying so much. I imagined what it would be like with Alexia there...probably not so quiet, and probably not so peaceful either. She would gab on and on about trivial matters while I rested myself in one of the many crooks of the old oak tree, watching the sunset and not having a care in the world.
So I sat and watched the sunset from the old oak in the old field owned by my old grandparents, and still do so every day of my life. Lately I am almost always joined by a special guest: a beautiful woman by the name of Jade. She is quiet, like myself, and we often sit arm in arm watching the glorious sunset, enjoying the wonderful feeling of solitude--together.
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For as I said, humans are remarkable and do not always know what they want: solitude or companionship. On these most troublesome of days we tend to make the best of both worlds, and simply combine the two. Slightly ironic, wouldn't you think?
