Zoomerang96
ONE love, blood, life
"there once was a boy named henry he lived in a pretty town with lots of pretty people and lots of pretty houses
he had more than enough money, he had more than enough friends, his family loved him and he couldnt imagine a better life for himself
he then decided to have a girlfriend
so, he asked out a lovely girl named rachelle
the two of them dated for a while
and henry was happy
so very happy
this was the pinaccle of his life, he thought
then one day, he got a bad feeling
something was wrong
there was something wrong
so, henry decided to buy several gifts ammounting to about 50
it was too late
"henry, im sorry"
"it was nice, your a great guy, but its just not working"
"were just not clicking"
henry felt like his heart fell to the floor
and it did, rhetorically
together they walked over to where henry had his gifts
he gave them to her, she refused at first, but eventually accepted
they hugged goodbye
and they never dated again
henry was moved
forever scared by the event
and found it difficult to move on, but he did
but a few years down the road
henry watched other couples go through the ups and downs of their relationships
and he thought to himself
"if you subtract all the bad times away from the good times, the high of first dating her to the crushing loss of losing her, is it still worth it to both of them after all is said and done?"
he never knew
henry then digressed
everything he saw didnt make sense
snuggling, flirting, hugging and definately kissing
why are they doing that, i mean really?
what does that mean?
cant they express their love in a verbal form?
what is with this hormonal urge to touch our partner and connect with them in such a way?
he never understood
so, as the years went by
henry destroyed his hormones by sweepign them under the carpet
the more restraint he used, the easier it went down the road
each year was easier and easier
finally, he had no urge whatsoever
and he was happy
but then there was another problem
henry found himself
argueing with everyone, being bothered by petty matters that made him hate him himself for it later on
so he became neutral
or so he strived anyway
at first it was hard
but eventually, henry discovered neutrality to be a blessing, where he could simply let an arguement go. henry never got too excited and never too low, henry just was.
and henry lived to be a 90 year old man
henry, in his life, had many friends, many good memories, but they were all known to him as he was by himself. henry was an independant man, a caring man, but he was not a "loving" man.
but henry was a happy man.
or so he made himself believe.
the end
he had more than enough money, he had more than enough friends, his family loved him and he couldnt imagine a better life for himself
he then decided to have a girlfriend
so, he asked out a lovely girl named rachelle
the two of them dated for a while
and henry was happy
so very happy
this was the pinaccle of his life, he thought
then one day, he got a bad feeling
something was wrong
there was something wrong
so, henry decided to buy several gifts ammounting to about 50
it was too late
"henry, im sorry"
"it was nice, your a great guy, but its just not working"
"were just not clicking"
henry felt like his heart fell to the floor
and it did, rhetorically
together they walked over to where henry had his gifts
he gave them to her, she refused at first, but eventually accepted
they hugged goodbye
and they never dated again
henry was moved
forever scared by the event
and found it difficult to move on, but he did
but a few years down the road
henry watched other couples go through the ups and downs of their relationships
and he thought to himself
"if you subtract all the bad times away from the good times, the high of first dating her to the crushing loss of losing her, is it still worth it to both of them after all is said and done?"
he never knew
henry then digressed
everything he saw didnt make sense
snuggling, flirting, hugging and definately kissing
why are they doing that, i mean really?
what does that mean?
cant they express their love in a verbal form?
what is with this hormonal urge to touch our partner and connect with them in such a way?
he never understood
so, as the years went by
henry destroyed his hormones by sweepign them under the carpet
the more restraint he used, the easier it went down the road
each year was easier and easier
finally, he had no urge whatsoever
and he was happy
but then there was another problem
henry found himself
argueing with everyone, being bothered by petty matters that made him hate him himself for it later on
so he became neutral
or so he strived anyway
at first it was hard
but eventually, henry discovered neutrality to be a blessing, where he could simply let an arguement go. henry never got too excited and never too low, henry just was.
and henry lived to be a 90 year old man
henry, in his life, had many friends, many good memories, but they were all known to him as he was by himself. henry was an independant man, a caring man, but he was not a "loving" man.
but henry was a happy man.
or so he made himself believe.
the end