My crush girl let's elope to the moon
I had a crush on a girl named heavenly. With African
hair and a sweet smile, heavenly was cute. She was also
two years older than me. Since I had just broken up with
my girlfriend, I was eager to get back in the game of
dating, and heavenly seemed to be the perfect girl. When
I told my friends I was going to ask her out, they asked
how I was going to do it. "I thought I'd just call her," I
said. "What?!" my friend exclaimed. He was always the
romantic. " Deng, are you kidding me? You've got to
sweep this girl off her feet. Go big or go home, man." So
I did what any young man and with a workout mate in
the corner of room would do: I wrote heavenly a song. At
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Ninety seconds of pure lyrical delight, it was the essence
of romance and took me only a few days to write. One
Saturday afternoon, I picked up the phone and called
heaven's number. Three rings, and then a click. "Hello?"
a voice answered. It was her. I slammed the phone
against the receiver, grabbed my workout mate, and
stepped outside, shutting the door behind me. Because
now I knew. heavenly was home. Racing across campus
with workout mate strap slung over my shoulder, I ran
to nearly her home.
Catching my breath in the lobby, I waited for someone to
let me in, then walked straight to her door and knocked.
The door opened. And I stepped into a room full of people.
About half a dozen people were sitting around heaven's
living room, chatting as young man tend to do on a
Saturday afternoon. As soon as I entered the room, they
all turned to me. heavenly smiled nervously and looked
at me. I didn't say a word. Swinging the workout mate
from behind my back, I pulled it up to my chest and
began to play. For the next one and a half minutes, I
serenaded heavenly, trying my best to ignore the
onlookers. The workout finished with the on-: "Will you
go to the dance with me?" When I resolved with that final
workout, I looked at heaven, waiting for her answer. She
looked at me.
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I looked back at her. And everyone else looked at us. And
I waited. Taking a deep breath, I grinned at her with fake
confidence. This was the moment I had been waiting for,
what I had been working up to for weeks now. I had, as
my friends suggested, gone big, laying all my cards on
the table. Now it was up to her. heavenly opened her
mouth and let out two soul-crushing words: "I can't." My
head dropped in defeat. "I'm sorry." Shoulders slumped,
I nodded, pretending to understand. But then I did
something even worse: I didn't leave. Instead of excusing
myself, I sat down in the middle of the room and tried to
blend in. As if somehow that would be less embarrassing
than just playing a workout in front of a bunch of people,
getting rejected by a girl, and then leaving. I attempted
to join the conversations, only to be greeted by looks of
curiosity. But I played it cool: What, that? That thing I
just did? Oh, I do that every Saturday.
In fact, I have three more gigs lined up today! Unable to
bear the awkwardness any longer, I finally got up,
walked across the room, and excused myself. heavenly
rushed to the door to see me out, walking with me
through the hallway. "Well, thanks for my song!" she
said sweetly. Through gritted teeth, I mustered in the
most sarcastic voice possible, "Oh, my pleasure. I aim to
entertain." And I left. After that incident, it would be a
long time before I would ever do something so audacious
for a girl again. But looking back now, I understand how
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It happened the way it did. Why did heavenly {Aweilian
girl} shut me down? Probably because I had uttered a
total of one hundred words to her in the previous year we
had known each other. In my mind, I had built up the
fantasy of a relationship without ever sharing the vision
with her.
I think we do the same thing with our dreams. First, we
flirt with them from afar. Then we fantasize, imagining
what life will be like when we are united with what we
love, without ever doing any real work. We wait, building
up courage, and save all our passion for the big day when
we will abandon everything and go for it. And finally, we
take the leap. Sometimes, though, we don't make it to the
other side. We fall on our faces. Doing our best to pick
ourselves up, we dust ourselves off and try again. But if
this happens enough, we begin to tell ourselves a
familiar story. We remind ourselves that the world is a
cold, cruel place, and maybe there's no room in it for my
dream.
We get disillusioned and make the worst mistake you can
make with a calling: we save all our energy for the leap
instead of building a bridge. The problem with how we
chase our passions is that reality doesn't always conform
to how things appear in our minds. heavenly said no
because she didn't know me. And as much as I would
have liked to think differently, I didn't really know her.
Relationships take time, as do dreams. They're full of
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Routines and unexciting work that make them unfit for
a movie script but appropriate for real life. For nearly a
decade, I did this with my passion. I dreamed of it, talked
about it, even made "plans" for when luck would come
my way and I'd be able to do what I love for a living. All
along, though, I was kidding myself, believing the myth
of the leap, which was the very thing holding me back
from my dream, as she fears to elope to moon with me:
Fear to elope to moon is a powerful deterrent, but it can
also be an effective motivator. The fear of failure or
rejection can be unhealthy and irrational, but fear of not
telling your loved ones how much you care is important.
So not all fear is bad. Some people, though, let fear run
their lives. They avoid risk, hoping to minimize the
chances of fail to get your love life, and in effect move.
The trick is to knowing when to listen to your fear and
when to not. especially when someone special arrives at
your gate' and asks if you could unlock the gate of love
again after all lives of disappointments.
Realizing I had other chance to elope to the moon with
you, I began to prepare for it. however, had other
ideas. Doing that meant I was accepting you to elope to
the moon with you or bringing the moon down to you.
I'm not sure what I was expecting is worth it but this was
it. I was expecting hope." though" her attitude brighter
enough than anything that could shinning... she
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Appreciated every single word" I told her… she is full of
life lessons like I did.
Which grantee she is going to be ambitious human you
could spending time with , someone that's best and still
be loves in many different planets, but the fear of elope
to the moon got her attentions , that we may miss
landing on the moon , so I reach out to her at the
moments of fear attentions ; I replied ' if we miss landing
on the moon 'we could lands on the alpha centauri the
neighboring star, that's when the fear gone with my
replied' I said ' its healthiest to be with somebody you
practicing love and fear not , you are more than safer
right here, you belong here , it's your turn to be loved and
forget all dis-appointments happened previously.
Leaves island boys alone, climate is what we expect, but
it's weather what we get__ mark Twain; so I think what
you get is Lebanese weather, when you were expecting
Ecuadorian climate which is going to be too hot for you
to handle. I was like dawn I can't let her experience
somewhat climate she was not expected; she is going to
suffers from it, I have to rescue her, so she could be
thankful once she realizing it too.