Just Shoot Me

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From: dreystarke@aol.com (DreyStarke)
Date: 01 Jan 2000 04:35:06 EST

You know fella's...

There's always a woman in your life, but you never know whom it might be, until your body seems to glow with the warmth that female provides Who makes your eyes flash all sorts of colors, and your soul burning from the minute you lay your eyes upon that special one, like the gift you were practically anticipating. That one, who forms this bond, which gifts you with such traits as love, pride, and brief understanding that everything is going to be
alright.
But you can never stand it, when that woman, so beautiful from inside and out, rejects you... Because she can't love you back. You don't know whether you've terribly wronged, or that your heart plays these mystical tricks. The woman you adore is a simple hallucination, whom you envision yourself with each others lips pressed tightly together, for you can't take the fact that she isn't what you expected. That she defies you in every way, but still
claims her heart is set on someone else, or that she could never fully love you, or never truly condition you with her full heart.
Her eyes a delicate green, a cherished blue, or even that auburn color that tickles your fancy. Green is my color, and I wish to share that prism. I've recently received my first rejection from one whom I adore... It isn't as easy as it should be, for the woman who grants so much, can give so little. But that little bit, is enough to weight you to the floor, and shower your flesh with tickles that torment your soul with dismay. You can't take the
fact that she can't love you back, her smile so luring, and her eyes filled with an atmosphere you could only imagine the impossibilities.
When she tears, and each droplet splashes against the floor, you can feel it, like a heart suffocated under the binding grasp of the deepest arctic winds. You're absolutely inane, for it is obvious to her that you're different, because you love her, and even when she defies such, it increases your ever growing passion. You know, that even if she were different, that her body flushed of different skin, and her hair, eyes, and any important
features that bloom ever so brightly can never stop you from loving her. If she were the beast herself, you'd simply coax her into believing that you still love her, and that everything from within is still kept and contained.
Now, I broadcast my honest opinion that I've totally gone nuts from this recent trouble, but I'd do anything, just to shed a tear of joy. She knows who she is, the one that makes my inner heart tremble, and my eyes wink tears of sadness and loss. I love her so, but that would never be believed. Drey D'erest Sanchez Starke, whom holds the highest regard for her, is not enough. For he will never be returned that love, for which he so can't believe.


Rejection is not at all wonderful. I wish you all luck, and please, make your wives comfortable. Nothing but regards, just smile.






- Drey D'erest Sanchez Starke

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From: dreystarke@aol.com (DreyStarke)
Date: 01 Jan 2000 05:10:54 EST



But these stories have such twisted turns, that the slightest bit of writing can alter someone's viewing upon you. That there is always a trick link in every chain, or a tender target upon the mightiest of armor. Soothing the savage beast, like taming the crazed woman who would like nothing more than to rip your head off for claiming love to her in public.
This all happens for a reason, my friends. A great reason, that consumes all reality to a blend like no other. As you sit here and read this, my stomach is turning over and over again with agonizing happiness.


I can feel my fingers again from this acceptance of love, and I presume she has granted entrance from my written passage.

I've never felt this way before, in all my long, dark, journeys. I feel I've actually done something right, for a change.





- Drey D'erest Sanchez Starke