Essay for Nichole

[15:33] xx3nvyxx42: But I would do an essay if you asked me.
[15:33] Turelie Ramaloke: william will you write an essay for me?
[15:34] xx3nvyxx42: On what?
[15:34] Turelie Ramaloke: why you're with me
[15:34] xx3nvyxx42: When do you want it. How many words?
[15:34] xx3nvyxx42: *?
[15:35] Turelie Ramaloke: before i go to bed
[15:35] Turelie Ramaloke: 5 paragraphs. 100 to 200 words each paragraph

Why

“Why?”. A question often asked by those who wish to know something. Some of the greatest thinkers made themselves known by asking that question when nobody else would. It takes a very intelligent person to ask such a question and come up with a good answer. Intelligent, I say, because often times that question cannot possibly be answered with 100% accuracy and therefore, coming up with a “good” answer can be quite mentally challenging. But we aren't talking about quantum physics here. It should be a bit easier to describe why I choose to be with Nichole, than to explain the space-time continuum. It's actually quite simple. Love. You might think that's obvious, and it is. So I will humor you and describe a few of the many reasons I love her.

She saved me. She convinced me to stop hurting myself when I was depressed. There's a bit of a story behind that. I was depressed after my last girlfriend broke up with me and had decided to etch a circular wound into my wrist. After we started talking, she became more important than my masochistic agenda. For the first time in a long time I felt like someone actually cared. Not to mention, she cared without knowing me. She only knew me through what she'd heard from her friend, my ex. She helped me get over my last relationship, I want so much to help her get over hers.

She made me happy. Not only did she have the ability to bring me out of depression, she reversed my mood. She has always had that effect on me. Whenever I'm sad she is there to make me happy. She is almost always available to talk, and she provides a unique point of view. She is the only person I have to talk to most of the time. She's fun to talk to and be around. There's never a dull moment with her. Even when she's in a bad mood, I find comfort in helping her get through the day and onto the next.

You may not think it based on some of her actions, but I believe she appreciates what I do. I have found that not everyone is as grateful as she. She would claim that she doesn't deserve me, but I definitely disagree. At least she cares about all I do for her. One of my best friends, I'm worried, will choose to be stubborn at the risk of losing all I offer in my friendship. I don't like to lose friends, but he has been drifting ever since I met Nichole. It makes me happy to know she likes what I do. I want so much for her to be happy.

Why do I choose to be with you? Because you mean more to me than anything or anybody else. Because I know you love me. Because you recognize the things I do when even one who would call himself my friend doesn't. Because you saved me. Because you make me happy. Because I need you. You have become a symbol of happiness in my life that I wouldn't trade for anything. Because obviously you need me. Because I want to help you like you help me. Because I want you to succeed. Because I love you. And because I would write an essay for you if you asked.

Halloween

I would have posted a different blog, but I can't wait anymore. It will have to wait until later.

Halloween sucked, seriously. Worst Halloween ever. In order to explain it, I have to talk about the days leading up to it. Everything pretty much went down hill starting Sunday. On Sunday I was supposed to find out from my parents if I could see Nichole. I only had two messages left on my phone with which to inform her of their decision. It would have been four, but for some reason my phone is cheating me out of ten cents per day. That was the start of my problems. Nichole sent me a message in the morning, reminding me to ask. Not that I'd forgotten, but I could understand. I still had one message though. I could ask quickly and send her the reply and everything would work out. But it didn't work out. I got another message from her a few hours later. Fail. I didn't even ask after that. There was no way I could possibly see her that day. That night I went to bed lonely and depressed. But I resolved to talk to her again as soon as humanly possible. My dad got sick the next morning. He was supposed to drive us to school, but he was so dizzy he couldn't drive. My mom had to come home from work to take us. We got to school late, but I got her to give me my allowance. W00t for me. Now I could recharge my phone and talk to Nichole as soon as school got out. A moment's happiness for me, but vastly premature. I forgot about her for the split second it took to miss the bus stop I would need to buy a phone card. I was pissed. I talked to my mom about it and she said we were going out anyway. So it wouldn't be right after school, it would still be before the next day after school. When I finally got the phone card and plugged it in and all that good stuff, I sent a message to my love. Soon after, she asked if I wanted to go to her house on Halloween. Well of course, YES! But my parents might not approve. What to do, what to do. After getting back my mom was setting up for Halloween. She was painting her nails and got polish all over her fingers... Well. Not all over, but she needed help o remove some from her right hand. I offered to help and took the opportunity to ask her about Halloween. "Ask your dad," she said. Shit. I hate talking to him. He has strong reactions to things he shouldn't care about. This is one of those things he shouldn't care about. Needless to say, I didn't get around to asking him that night. Nor the next morning. In fact, I didn't ask him until the absolute latest I could. He said no. Who would've guessed? The only chance was if my mom decided to argue my case. She got home shortly after. She brought the cat in. Topic immediately changed off Halloween and onto the cat. That little bitch. I want to see my girlfriend, the cat can wait! When the subject finally came up, my mom didn't fight my case. :( I gave up. Nichole pleaded with me not to, but I did. I knew I couldn't go. She just made me feel like I hadn't tried. I was severely depressed. The rest of the night.... Not even worth mentioning, suffice to say it made me feel worse. Lucky number thirteen. Though I wouldn't know about that until Thursday. Hell. Thirteen is just a rough estimate anyway. It's probably more.