A Picture is Worth a Million Words
This is one of my favorite days spent with one of the mosst amazing person that I know. These are pictures of two people holding hands, nothing much right? Except this is the closest that I have ever felt to "family" in my life. Odd thing is...she is not my family, at least not by blood.
The story between Julie and I is a long one. We met online, after my brother hooked up with her. And after that, she took me under her wing as her own little brother...she knew what was going on in my house and my life and even though we did not meet for a very long time, she looked out for me and watched out for me. I still have the emails we sent to eachother years ago, because she meant that much to me.
Knott's Scary Farm was the one and only time that we have ever hung out, though we have seen each other on the Cal State Fullerton Campus many times and even got lunch one time. It is really sad that ever since I have known her...about 7-8 years...we have only hung out once or twice, and now we hardly even talk, but it doesn't matter. She has her own life and I have mine. And I just have to think back to that night of fun and horror. I am brought back to a time when I felt genuinely happy. I also met a few cool people that night too, even though I do not see them or talk to them hardly ever after.
That night I held her hand, and felt this bond between us...nothing perverse or anything. But at the time it was just two friends holding hands...everytime I look back at these pictures I see different things because it is just two hands...a b/f and g/f holding hands, a brother and sister, two friends, etc. Yet, I know that was the day that I spent with Julie, away from my real life...running around a park full of "fake monsters," going through mazes, riding rides, being "young" with awe in our eyes and living like we should have when we were 10, and we actually were brother and sister by blood...from the beginning.
This was the bond of her looking out for me because she is older and is able to do that, and me making sure she doesn't get hurt and of course both of us having each other's backs. This is a bond I never had, yet that night, I had it all.
And returning to reality that night, after it was over...I had to face my own monsters....running through my own mazes...and somehow always getting lost or stuck in a corner. That night was an escape from reality. And I was living in a fantasy that only I was able to create...in my mind. With an ideal sister, the ideal situation. A picture is worth more than a thousand words...yet the one that comes to mind when I see that picture...is HAPPINESS.
You are truly BEAUTIFUL in every aspect of the word! Thank you...and I love you!
This is one of my favorite days spent with one of the mosst amazing person that I know. These are pictures of two people holding hands, nothing much right? Except this is the closest that I have ever felt to "family" in my life. Odd thing is...she is not my family, at least not by blood.
The story between Julie and I is a long one. We met online, after my brother hooked up with her. And after that, she took me under her wing as her own little brother...she knew what was going on in my house and my life and even though we did not meet for a very long time, she looked out for me and watched out for me. I still have the emails we sent to eachother years ago, because she meant that much to me.
Knott's Scary Farm was the one and only time that we have ever hung out, though we have seen each other on the Cal State Fullerton Campus many times and even got lunch one time. It is really sad that ever since I have known her...about 7-8 years...we have only hung out once or twice, and now we hardly even talk, but it doesn't matter. She has her own life and I have mine. And I just have to think back to that night of fun and horror. I am brought back to a time when I felt genuinely happy. I also met a few cool people that night too, even though I do not see them or talk to them hardly ever after.
That night I held her hand, and felt this bond between us...nothing perverse or anything. But at the time it was just two friends holding hands...everytime I look back at these pictures I see different things because it is just two hands...a b/f and g/f holding hands, a brother and sister, two friends, etc. Yet, I know that was the day that I spent with Julie, away from my real life...running around a park full of "fake monsters," going through mazes, riding rides, being "young" with awe in our eyes and living like we should have when we were 10, and we actually were brother and sister by blood...from the beginning.
This was the bond of her looking out for me because she is older and is able to do that, and me making sure she doesn't get hurt and of course both of us having each other's backs. This is a bond I never had, yet that night, I had it all.
And returning to reality that night, after it was over...I had to face my own monsters....running through my own mazes...and somehow always getting lost or stuck in a corner. That night was an escape from reality. And I was living in a fantasy that only I was able to create...in my mind. With an ideal sister, the ideal situation. A picture is worth more than a thousand words...yet the one that comes to mind when I see that picture...is HAPPINESS.
You are truly BEAUTIFUL in every aspect of the word! Thank you...and I love you!
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