We boys don’t get butterflies, we get fireworks. We don’t have you on our mind 24/7, but we do have you on our hearts. Often, yes we wait for you to go online, sometimes simply even just being online makes our heart skip a beat, even if we don’t talk. Whenever you talk to us, our face forms that half-smile; it means we are happy but are trying our hardest to not show it, and fail at hiding it. We do miss you all the time; granted, we’d spend all our time with you if possible. We don’t think of the smallest things you say, we think of every word you say, panicking at every single word, trying to define what it really means, to read between the lines. But wait there’s more.
We would love you in a million ways. And once we start loving you there is no going back for us. No matter how hard we try we will always love a girl that has touched us. Us boys when in love will think of that girl first thing in the morning, and think of that girl last before we sleep at night. Whenever we see a couple, our thoughts immediately jump to that girl, and imagine that the couple was us. Every single detail about her is loved; the way she walks, talks, speaks. The sound of her voice. Her laughter. The sparkle in her eyes. Her shy smile. The way she dresses. That cute face she makes when she’s asleep. And the way she says our name that our hearts just explode with mirth, a simple act that no-one else can replicate.
A boy in love with a girl is no simple thing, though ladies stereotype us guys as simple. A man in love is not simple. No. He will be unpredictable. He will be persistent, stubborn, and given the circumstances, if it means carrying you from one side of the world to the other to win your heart, a man in love would. He will be a martyr, giving his all and asking for almost none. He will show you how to appreciate the beauty of the world in a thousand ways, and then he will tell you how much he appreciates your beauty in a million ways.
A man in love is no simple thing.
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This is my dog Annie. She is a 6 month old golden retriever. Last month I woke up in the middle of the night to her crying and barking, then the door slamming shut. I jumped out of bed and ran to the door only to find the floor and doorknob covered in blood. Annie was missing. I ran outside and saw a truck driving away so I chased it down the street but it was too fast. I went back home and called the police and sat in Annie’s blood and cried.
I got a call from the police today saying they found Annie. The men who kidnapped her were using her to fight against other dogs. They tell me this photo was taken two weeks ago, and that they probably hadn’t fed her since the capture. Annie was torn limb from limb by a rabid American Pitbull. She was just a baby and was taken from me too soon. Please reblog this so we can put an end to animal abuse.
