My Best Friend!

The one that lives close by, anyways. :)

There's so much to say... I mean, she's amazing. I'll start in one place, I guess, and end when I end. (Whenever that will be. I could sing her praises forever and ever.)

Where to start...? Oh! I shall start by describing her. She's... adorable. Absolutely wonderful. From her soft brown hair and petite figure, all the way to her stunning blue eyes and endearing personality. I look at her, and I just get all happy inside. She has that personality. Whenever I'm around her, I smile and laugh, without even trying. She does that to me without even trying. Whether it's her snarfing down any food she sees or freaking out cause I poked her in her ticklish spot. :) She just makes me smile and laugh. And that's something I really appreciate in her, because everyone can use that in their life. She's REALLY friendly, which I also admire. She has tons of friends, and is constantly making more. That's just how she is, bubbly, friendly, and altogether amazing. She has lots of running jokes, and she always laughs really loudly when something is hilarious. (This is mostly because she or other people make jokes at my expense, which just makes it even funnier for her.) But, if it gets her to laugh, I'll gladly be the entertainment. Something about her laugh, her voice. It just makes me want to listen. She calls me Oni-sensei, and I call her Onee-chan. We have a very special relationship, is the simplest way to put it. I'm her big brother, dependable, and always around when she needs someone, constantly keeping her safe. And she's my little sister who I love to death, and would do anything for. Just as I know she'd do all of that for me, and she does.

She's always there for the people in her life, too. And there's a lot of those people. But, of especial mention, is that she is always there for me. Whenever I have a problem, I know I can turn to her for a listening ear. (And sometimes a hug, if we're talking in person.) She's always really active, always doing something somewhere. (Seriously, sometimes I wonder if she ever sits down for a second to rest, cause she's busy busy busy.) But, it's an endearing quality, because it means she puts effort into what she does, and that she cares about the people in her life. Even if you aren't the nicest to her, or if you even don't like her, she'd still give you the jacket off her back if she found out you needed one. She always has some sort of activity going on. Almost all of my dates have been because she either found someone for me, or needed a double so she could date. And they've all been fun. :) She wants to be a nurse, which I believe is a wonderful profession for her to go into. (She'll make the best nurse, I know it.) She has just the right personality. Sweet and kind, but firm at times. (Nobody walks over her unless she lets them. I've tried to say no sometimes, or to give her money for the many things she's done for me, but she refuses. She just throws it back at me. Once her mind is made up, there's no changing it...)

She has a lot of interesting hobbies, many of which I had the skill to do. She draws AMAZINGLY! Oh my goodness, rarely have I seen such artwork in my life. It's seriously awesome to watch her do her work, and then see the finished result. (I have been very much awed by her drawing ability time after time.) And she can play piano, (Which, again, is totally outside my range of ability.) She plays it really well. (I'm actually a bit jealous.) I got her this sheet music that she was really looking for, for her birthday, and she has yet to MASTER it but she can play it pretty well. She likes listening to hard rock, heavy metal, and other similar types of music. (If you were to look at her, you wouldn't peg her as a fan of such music, but she is. And it actually suits her really well, like, you could totally understand.) She loves Beauty and the Beast, which is her favorite Disney movie. (Her other favorite movies involve zombies, explosions, guns, and generally lots of... death. Mostly satirical type though. Think Zombieland. Or a little darker, TV appropriate Resident Evil.) And she is a HUGE fan of anime, including Vampire Knight, which is her absolute favorite, pretty much.

Being around her... Does interesting things. Besides making me smile and laugh without even trying. ;) She's characteristically slightly impatient, loud, bossy, unpredictable, and slightly mercurial. But, those are about as bad as it gets, and really, they aren't bad at all. They're part of her quirks, and to me, they're really endearing, because they make up who she is. She just wouldn't be herself without her need to be bossy. ;) Just a few days ago, we were working and it was storming really bad outside. She tried to force me to wear a jacket, and I point blank told her no and to put it back on, because I wasn't cold. (And she looked cold. Which just made me want to wrap my arms around her to keep her warm. There's the little chivalry thing for you.) So, to make sure I knew she wasn't gonna give in, she said she wasn't gonna wear it, and she set it down on the couch. Just a few seconds later, I see her wearing it, and still shivering just a bit. (I totally called that, by the way.) Her presence makes me want to be better. Makes all those little chivalric quirks I have just jump right out. A hand on the shoulder, a quick hug, a few words of encouragement; all brought on by how she makes me feel.On the way back to her house, she just laid down in the back seat with a few jackets, and fell right to sleep. I watched her sleep, (No, it isn't creepy. She's fallen asleep on me before.) and just thought, "I hope you're having a good nap, my dear. Sleep well. I'll make sure all stays well.."

You know, she puts up with me really well. I'm not an easy person to deal with. Stubborn, quiet, insistent, unwilling to eat her family's food or any food when there's work to be done. How I often push myself to my limit and beyond to make sure I can give her what she needs. (Seriously though. I'm there to work, not eat. And her time is precious, so I try to use as much of it as I can to help her out.) I can be really insensitive or a real jerk at times, and she puts me in my place. But, despite all of my inadequacies, she's still there for me. And I know I cause her to worry all the time, a quality of which I am deeply in her debt for. I have lots of good quirks too, like my constant use of Italian phrases, or the use of my dear. And she really does like those, it seems. (Plus. I like Italian. And there are some very nice phrases I love to use.) The part of me that always tells me to walk her out to her car and open doors for her. She's independent, and she lets me know that I don't have to do stuff for her. (Now, she does try to keep me from doing what I try to do often. Mostly to mess with me or because she feels that I don't have to. But, I've been doing it for a long time, and it's very hard to keep me from doing what is ingrained in my very being.) Many of the things I do sometimes irk her, or worry her, and I like that. (Not to worry her. But that she actually cares enough to order me to eat something or else. And she never tells me what "or else" means) But, she is important to me. More important to me than myself.

That's what my best friend is. More important to me than my life itself. And we often do things together, even with her having a boyfriend. I'm constantly helping her with art club, or helping her family with projects. (And I love it. And her family.) She and I are even working on a Kagura, which is a traditional Japanese dance. Now, I have no idea why she picked the most graceless person in the dojo to do this with her, but I am honored to do it. It's turning out really well so far, and I'm quite impressed. She's put a lot of thought and effort into this, and as always it's turning out spectacularly. She's really very graceful, and I am in awe of her ability to do it so well. It's amazing to watch, and I really wouldn't trade it for anything.

In fact... That's the basic message here. I wouldn't trade anything for her. She's the best thing I never knew I needed. I can't imagine life without her in it, because she's so prevalent in it. I talk with her every day, even if it's just to wish her good night. I feel so much for her, and I just never seem to have the right words to express it. In fact, I have some Italian phrases that can describe this well enough. :) These are in the personal tense, so they will translate to "You are" such and such. Sei sempre nel mio cuore. Per te faccio di tutto. Non voglio perderti. Hai conquistato il mio cuore. :)

And there you have it. :)
ZW

The One Thing...

Everyone has it. Most of the time, it is a person. Someone, who... Makes you complete. Someone who makes you happy. You could spend the rest of your life with them, and be totally happy. And, I had that.

(Just as a note. I know the person this speaks of reads or will eventually read this. I still like talking with you. And I will still talk with you for the rest of my life on this planet. But, as I was reading through some of our conversations... I remembered what you told me. And I had to get this out somehow.)

I say had, because for the longest time, I was convinced that I had found someone who... felt the same for me. Who I enjoyed so much, and who I thought enjoyed me too. And maybe she did. For a while. But, somewhere along the line, or maybe even from the beginning, it was all a lie. One large lie. Oh, yes. I was duped. I trusted her... With everything that I was. She knew everything. Everything about me there was to know about me, she knew. We talked every day, and I thought I knew everything about her. What I knew... I loved. But... Well... it seems there was one thing that I didn't manage to see until it was brought to my attention. Interesting how you can think nothing can get worse, and then something unexpected happens, and you realize that you were wrong.

I mean, we "loved" each other. And I did something incredibly stupid, and so we just became friends. We still talk, and we go over what happened on occasion. But, having heard what I did... Now I'm just not sure. Was any of it true? Or was she just saying things? The things I wanted, -needed- to hear? For the longest time, I thought it was my fault. And part of it was. I felt so bad for destroying her so completely. Her heart broke, and from four hours away I heard that sound. And it broke mine. (My own pain... I could deal with. Watching what I was crumble and die, was a hardship, but not one entirely unexpected. And one that took awhile to get over. But hurting her was... worse.) And just when I thought I'd somehow put together the pieces... This comes along. I don't know which way is up. I can't trust anything like that from her anymore. Everything else she tells me, yes. I trust it. But... I can't help but think that certain things she tells me... It's just like, "I don't know if I can actually believe you." The one thing I expect from those who I associate myself with, and have attachments to is honesty. Because I am nothing less than candid with people.

I thought it was bad before. Feeling the destruction of not one, but two lives. But now... I just don't know. I don't know what it is to love someone, I guess. I know what I do, and I'm constantly changing the way I act, so that I can show things better. But apparently, what I do isn't good enough to have someone actually take me seriously, and give it in return. This most recent revelation shook me to the core. What... What does it mean, then? What did all that I did actually mean? I don't know what to feel. What to think. What to do. I opened up... For the first time in my life. And all I got was heartache. The past should just stay the past, and I would love for it not to affect me in the present. But, it seems, wherever I go, all I get is a shadow of what was. I used to feel sorrow for hurting her. Hurting her heart so irreparably, that she should have just let me go, and let me fade into the shell of a man that I deserved to be. But she didn't. We still talked. And some of those feelings still come out. Loving someone... Makes you care for them, even if it isn't the smart thing. It's the right thing. And I'm a guy who, normally, does the right thing.

Now... I feel sorrow for an entirely different reason. I feel like a fool, which is normal. Because I am. Still. I feel sorrow... Because I gave everything away, and in return... didn't get it back. It nearly makes me cry, because I wanted it so bad... Someone to love. Who loved me back. And... I didn't get that. I thought I had it, and then, it turns out, it was all a deception. (Couldn't happen to a nicer guy, right?) Apparently, it is not mine to have. I told her after the incident last year... I would be alone. And I am. Perhaps... For a while, this is to be my punishment. My burden to bear. I'm not angry. Or anything like that. Just... sad. So sad. An all-encompassing, heart-bursting sadness. But, I suppose, it is mine to bear. And so I shall. No one will know. (Except, you know, those reading this.)

And there you go. Sorry for the depressing post, Whiteout fans. But, this has been on my mind for a while now. And I needed it to get out, so I could try to move on. Steer clear of avalanches.

ZW

Sad...

I am. This time. Jeez, I never thought I would ever be like this. I guess this is what happens when I over think things. Or maybe I'm not. I'll leave that up to you.

First thing. My dear friend's birthday is Saturday. And I have a gift lined up for her that I think she will appreciate. :) But... Every time, she says she doesn't need anything. But, as any good guy best friend with an older sister knows, it's really saying that she wouldn't mind the gift as much as she says she would. I don't know if she's telling the truth and she really doesn't, or if she's just playing around with my mind. (I realize now that I really don't like mind games....)  But... Later... She asked me to tell her. And I said no. Repeatedly. Like a good guy should when surprises are needed. And she frowned at me. And told me she really really really really really really really badly wanted to know. And basically pulled on my heartstrings. And... That kind of hurt. Cause I don't like ruining the surprise. But, I can't deal with keeping things from her when she says that. Even though she apparently just means that she's just curious. Curse my emotions and tendency to overthink things.

I just... Want to give her what I believe she deserves. As much as I can, due to her having a great guy as a boyfriend. I trust him. But why should it feel so wrong, to give someone something, and keep it a secret from her. Is it that wrong to give her a gift? I don't understand. Then she says that she didn't get me anything, And I just chuckle at her. And realize she is grasping at straws... My birthday is after hers, and we weren't close enough to get each other gifts last year. So, I'm just like... Come on. A gift, is a gift. Your birthday comes only once a year, and I intend to give you a gift, so please don't force me to hurt even more by making me feel bad for keeping the one secret I have from you.

Another thing. What I say, I mean. I promise. If I tell you you're near perfect, I mean it. And the only reason you are near perfect, is because if you were perfect, you'd no longer be here. Why can't people accept that maybe, just maybe, there is someone that thinks they are beautiful, wonderful, kind, funny, loving, and naturally good at the things that they do? I may be prone to exaggeration at times, but it's in the word choice. Not the meaning behind it. I mean everything I say in the most honest way possible.

What makes me the most sad... Is that I feel like I let her down. Or offended her somehow. I feel like a total dirtbag, and I don't have a clue why. I just want her to be straight with me. And, 99% of the time, she is. When she isn't, sometimes I can tell. Other times, I have no idea. I don't know. I don't like feeling like I've done something, like interrupt. Or make her sad, angry, annoyed, etc. It makes me feel, and that isn't something that I used to do very often. Now, it seems, that I live to feel. And I need to be needed by other people, because their emotional health is important to me as well, which is why making her feel those things is detrimental to my own. I want her... To only have to feel loved. To have only good things happen, or at least, if bad things arise, that she will see that I'm there for her  to make everything go away. (Again, I ask if this is my place to want.)

If there's one thing I've learned from all those suspense novels I've read, it's that... You do strange things for the people you feel for. But mine is so... All-encompassing. I scare myself with how intense my need is to make everything alright. The other day, she was having a horrible day. Absolutely, positively, abhorrent. Bad enough to make her cry. And, then I started too. (Yes. The gift of weeping exists. And, sadly, I have it.) My greatest desire, especially at that point in time, was to just... Poof. Make it all go away. I've expressed this earlier, but it still plays a big part in my life. Then she goes and tells me not to cry for her. Really? You expect me, one of your best friends and the one most sensitive to people, not to cry when your world is falling apart around you? I think not, considering that I couldn't do what I wanted. You're out of luck there. I'm really bad about doing what is good for me. I always act in the interest of other people, and in this case, cry for them too.

I don't know, to be honest. I am how I am, and I make no apology. But... Throw me a bone here... I don't need anything other than straight up honesty, and a secure feeling that I have done everything I can to make the lives of those special to me as easy and painless as possible. If you, in good conscience can tell me that you are happy, and even that I helped it along. You cannot imagine how content that makes me. Sure, my life isn't perfect. And I've made my mistakes, and I may be needy and talk with you even when you are busy. And I may annoy you with my whining about random things that make no sense to you without prior explanation. But, trust me. When it comes to matters where emotions are high, and require some talking through, I'm good. Better than that. I live for it. But... I gotta have something from the other side too. Acknowledgement,  and a statement telling me that I made things better. Didn't confuse you, or make things worse. But, that I helped I whatever way I could to take even the smallest burden off of your shoulders. That's the bottom line.

Whew... Glad that's out... Steer clear of avalanches. Of any kind.
Zw

Important. (Part One)

This will be short. The part two involves a Zodiac sign thing.

This is the link to a particularly interesting blog that I found.

http://jamesmsama.wordpress.com/2013/12/01/competitive-advantage-chivalry-and-the-modern-man/

It's quite enlightening. :)

It Has Happened...

New record set for 2014! I have officially never wanted to cry this early in such a short period of time.

The sad part, of course, is that... Crying doesn't help, but I also can't solve the problem. And, I don't really have anyone or want to complain to anyone, so I'll just have to shed my tears and move on with it. (I'll just write it here instead.)Mayhap tomorrow will be a better day.

On the plus hand, I get to sleep in, cause church isn't until 11. But, that gives me more time.... To dream. And those, as of late, haven't been the most pleasant either I think. But, such is life.

Until next time, Whiteout fans. Stay safe and steer clear of avalanches.
ZW

You Should Know...

That I miss you.

I Need To Learn...

To keep my mouth shut. And to stop bothering people by messaging them in the middle of the day when they are on VACATION for the HOLIDAY! Honestly... I'm surprised she hasn't told me to go away, cause I always feel like I'm annoying her by messaging her randomly. I mean, we're continuing  a conversation already in progress, but it's just like... Gah. Just, keep your mouth shut, and stop bothering the poor girl. She has enough to deal with without you constantly butting in and rambling senselessly.

I can't help it, though I probably should start helping myself. I curse myself every time, cause I know that she's doing something and I've interrupted again. And yesterday, her uncle got ahold of her phone. And asked me questions, and found out that this blog exists. And then an aunt read it aloud to anyone within earshot. I'll bet you money she took a lot of flak for that, and will take lots more in the near future. As will I, I'm sure. Now, I don't know about you, Whiteout fans, but I found this mighty strange. On the one hand, the stuff I put up here is technically public, cause it's online. So, of course people are reading it. But, on the other hand, this is my journal type thing. Things I put here, I don't really expect to be read aloud to other people. I mean, if you want to know so bad, find it, and read it or ask me, cause I'll probably tell you. (Probably.) So, bottom line, I'm going to have to be a little more careful about what I put on here.

That's not to say it isn't true. I won't take back anything I have said regarding anyone I have mentioned. It's all true, and since people have read it, I can't very well take it back. And I don't want to, because I speak the truth, and nothing but the truth. I'm incapable of lying... But, I would ask that a bit of discretion would be used when the posts concern matters near and dear to my heart. I don't mind if it's read or if it's completely ignored. I don't mind how it's taken, or if you agree or disagree. But, unfortunately, I do mind when I put things close to me up here, and they are seen by and shared with people who I don't know, you know? Not that it can really be avoided or controlled, but still. It's like... Giving away a card from my hand, that I'd previously kept up my sleeve. I don't know what everyone's intentions are given the knowledge that is there. And, I don't like that, frankly. So please, for my sake, if you read this blog, don't read it aloud. You can vaguely mention it, or quote it vaguely. Or read it as much as you want. After all, it's here, right? And, if I didn't want people to read it, I wouldn't put it up here. (I only expect certain people to read it. And they know who they are. The rest of the people probably stumble onto it, and that's fine too.) But, I ask that some discretion would be used.

That is all.

Until next time, and steer clear of avalanches,

ZW