A love like this (Partitioned thought)

Today is a new day and I'm horny as ever. There are a lot of sexy girls in the world though. Anyhow, why am I here today? Well yes I mean thank God I am here today because no night nor day is guarenteed. Even though I am not working I still do appreciate my time off. This is the month that my soul mate had a timely unexpected undesired death last year on the 22nd of Jan. Just not fair. A young woman finishing up University who was in love with me and whom I loved the same if not more. A woman who accepted me for me no matter how crude I was, vulgar or no matter how many girls I was sleeping with she was always there for me. There for me when I was drunk, high, sober, down, up, happy, sad, confused, paranoid, lost, or when I had nothing to say. She didn't force me to talk to her. Just as long as I was there she was happy and just as long as she was there I was happy. When did things get so difficult? Why aren't all girls like her. Even all women? Why aren't they? Strong willed, she stood up for what she believed in, very positive, she loved her little brother, loved her mother but lived with her father. She was the total opposite of my ideal dream girl and she was actually my reality girl. Strange as that may sound she was my dream girl in real life. My reflection. It wasn't until her that I knew what being in love was all about. She meant everything to me, we were going to get married once she graduated from school, and now, nothing. She supported me through my music, writing every single passion I have she supported and was my number one fan and yet something tells me inside that she still is my number one fan. No one could ever provide for me what she meant. Not my last girl and not this girl and you know something else? Titles were insignificant to us. I didn't want to be known as her "boyfriend", and she didn't want to be known as my "girlfriend". We didn't agree with social labels like this so we were just friends! And only we knew and appreciated how much we were in love. The world may not believe this but this is how we were. We had to find out how many things we didn't have in common as opposed to what we did have in common and that's how beautiful we were. The not in common list came up to about 18.5 items. For instance we both loved Jay-Z but her other favorite rapper is 2Pac and mine is Biggie. She was living 3000 miles away from me, hence in another country yet we were on the same continent. So what does that mean? Well to the phone companies it mean long distance money but to us we still considered each other local. I loved everything about her. Oh yes, we also didn't like feet. Yet one day I caught her in sandles and she was kind of embarassed but so happy to see me as I was to see her it didn't matter. She also had the most perfect kiss. The kiss that suited me and my mouth. She had the cutest tiny tongue, with the cutest little lips to match. The most beautiful brown hair and a sent that I will take to my grave. Her lips were always properly glossed and it was all about the lipsmacker for her! I'll never forget she gave one of her lipsmackers to me right after she used it and it was as if to say everytime I use it she will be kissing me (Sigh).

What a life, what a story. Now a days I think about her constantly, I think that I can find her in someone else but it's just a foolish superstition. Things won't ever be the same with out her and I don't think I will ever recover. We shared the same dreams and that's what was so important.