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Call me Joyce.. A bibliophile, cinephile, insanely sane, twisted mind, horrifyingly eccentric, an evolutionist, paradox of different worlds, ill-mannered creature, sensitive freak, voracious eater of information, defies gravity, excessive compulsive, unlimited playfulness, intrepid craziness, a viking, annihilates boredom, "curiouser and curiouser", my dystopic world,a constant behavioral seeker, unexpected decisions, instant recovery, occassional numbness, selective amnesia, emotional torture, gullible girl... and These are my random thoughts. These what makes us human. You can read my other works here: http://www.tumblr.com/tumblelog/chimeangel01

Sunday, February 27, 2011

The Man Who Moved Me

Rarely you ever meet a guy who had intentions of knowing you. Rarely you ever meet a guy who wants to see you again and not thinking of what he really wants if you know what I mean.

He's a guy beyond my expectations, unpredictable, funny, smart, spiritually faithful, and everything my opposite. He's a man you rarely see and meet, have a talk, made sense and you'll agree because it's true. He's a guy you thought as the same as others. Well that was what I felt at first. I could not trust him. I had inhibitions and hesitations about this guy at first. When I started talking about things I know he wouldn't care of or may think weird. He listened. I can see he's interested to what I am saying, then I stopped talking because I wouldn't know if I can trust him. He stared at me, really hard. I looked away from him. He stared so uncomfortably like he wants me naked. I feel like covering my chest when he stared at me like that. He wasn't talking much that time. He wants me to talk more, but I don't talk much. I know it's the first meeting. Hours went by and he made me feel comfortable and yes the rest is history in a positive way.

I thought he wouldn't want me anymore. Yet he did. He initiated the communication though I don't want it as. He insisted. I like him too but I don't know how. What really changed me the most inside was when he had the "talk" with me. I've seen how he talks. He talks seriously with a bit of humor. He knows what he's talking about. He talks with full honesty without pausing. He keeps repeating important words so that I may remember and I did. He say things in positive way. He's so sure of everthing he said to me. He doesn't use the words expecting or hoping. He wanted things to happen. He understands how my emotions change rapidly.

He changed a part of me. He made me see the daylight again. He believes in what I can do. He made me stronger now. His hugs are the most powerful tool he used on me. He's like an angel covering me with his wings protecting me from anything negative and bad. He moved me like no one does. A move far from my imagination. It's magical, spiritual, romantic, surreal, artistic, colorful, musical and most of all loving. He made me smile more. He made me laugh loud like what I was doing before. He's a miracle. He's the man who moved me.