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"In The End" Piano Intrumental - Linkin Park |
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Dear girl out there
What I want, from you, is someone I can go to with my problems. And you can come to me with your problems. And we'll just bitch for hours. For hours and hours. But while we're bitching, we'll crack lots of jokes. And make each other laugh. And go off on odd tangents and dumb fights. We can call each other mean names. We can be fake racists. We can ridicule other people even though we know they're right. And eventually, we'll go back to bitching. But not for very long, because soon we'll be back to calling each other names and making horribly nerdy jokes.
I want you to be a girl, because I don't think any guys exist like that. I want you to be deep, but innocent. I want you to be stubborn and passionate, but open minded and spontaneous. I need you to have a dark sense of humor and a light sense of humor. You need to not take shit from anyone, except me because you know my shit is all in fun and games. Or it's an attempt at helping. You need to tell me when I'm wrong and be able to back it up. And you need to listen when I say you're wrong without arguing right away or throwing useless details at me. You can be a hippocrite. You can be wrong. But most importantly, you have to know when to put me in my place. Because, even if I know I'm wrong, I'll never back down from a fight. So you have to be smart, patient, sly, and pay close attention to details when we argue.
I love running jokes. And sometimes being a bit of a jerk. I'll say things to you I don't mean, but you need to know that. My sense of humor can get carried away sometimes. Or I can get blinded by anger. So just be mean back and I'll get the hint. And if I don't, be ok with telling me to shut the fuck up. I'm pro gay, pro choice, and a multitude of other controversially unimportant things that you have to understand. You don't have to agree with me. In fact, in most cases I would rather you don't, just so I can have someone to point out the flaws in my beliefs. But you can't force your views on to me. Sometimes I get sad for no reason. And angry over things that I can't change. But you'll deal with that because you'll be the same way. That's one of the reasons why we always come to each other to bitch.
We will fight. And we will leave each other angry and on terrible terms. But even when we hate each other, we'll still love each other. But it will only be a friendly love, because we will only be best friends. That's all I want from you, a great girl - friend. Not a great girlfriend. We will be kind of attracted to each other, because that seems to be the trend in these situations, but we'll never act on it because it's not really anything big or important...it's just a tiny insignificant thing. But when we do fall in love with other people, we'll be there for the break ups. Because there will be break ups. And we will be honest with each other about the scenarios. And you'd cry in front of me, but I would never do it in front of you. And you'd hassle me for that because obviously I'm in denial that my thrid true love left me...or something like that. We'll know almost everything about each other, though there will always be things that we don't. We will share feelings, but in a weird sort of way...that'll probably involve booze. We'll speak truthfully, even if it makes us sound like bad people. But we wont ever think the other is a bad person, just because. And when times get hard, we'll still go to each other for a shoulder, or an ear, or even just to get some free food. We'll keep each others' hopes up when nothing else does, because after every tragedy we'd come out fine. And with each other.
And lastly, sometimes we won't talk for a couple minutes. Sometimes we won't talk for years. We'll miss each other, but we'll understand. Though, when we finally do see each other, no matter how long we've been apart, we'll pick back up as if nothing has changed. Because it hasn't. And we will have stories that piss us off. And we will bitch, but only for a little bit. Because it won't take long for one of us to crack a joke.
The one you'll love like no else,
David
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