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Someone Named Desmend: Deus Ex Machina

I don’t know how to express my gratitude. In my mind, I neither deserve friendship or happiness for the sins I’ve made…yet, you looked passed them. I’m undergoing a sort of bittersweet happiness. It’s bitter for the fact that I feel like I’m ready to let go of my past and stop living in it. “I think God brought me here to help make you happy again.” When you left, I cried. I’ll admit it. It was because no one ever noticed my sadness in my self-portraits…yet, with a glance, you understood me and stated that.

  You didn’t tell me any bullshit like “There’s no need to be sad.” Instead, you recognized a humanistic tendency in myself that I thought no one else would notice…and consoled me with your presence. I proudly shed those tears seeing as though they felt like they were promised sacrifices to the gods who, I thought, were ignoring me. You’ve already become so important within a short amount of time. I appreciate the person you are and I admire your unwavering soul. Thanks for not considering me weird like everyone else. Just…thank you, Desmend.

So, guys…I finally gave her the ring she deserves. I’m working to get her one even more elegant, but I know this ring fits her. Though, no amount of jewelry can show her my love enough…I believe this beautiful gem describes her as pure as I see her. I’m going to marry you, Blue…and I’m going to be the happiest man on earth when I do.

The difference between a boy, when it comes to befriending another, and a man is this: A boy will accept another person for who he/she says they are. A man will accept another based on whether their actions match who they say they are. The only way they are similar, in this matter, is that they are both quick to disband what they don’t want or like.

The reason why I didn’t mention women is because women hate the other individual from the start and work towards liking them through contact as well as time. Perhaps, in this regard, women have a better idea of things.

—  Nyqolas Andrew Hale