Cemented Bonds

Love, like any structure, requires a strong foundation from which to build. Not a stronger foundation exists for such a complex structure than that of friendship. A cemented bond between two individuals made by an outpouring of trust and understanding. Developing a level of rapport and caring between two separate souls.

Without such a strong foundation, the structure would collapse upon itself and fall under its own weight. Love cannot truly exist without a concrete element like that of trust. It gives strength and reinforces all that is built upon it. The prerequisite that is required for any relationship.

Attraction is the catalyst, which prompts such an undertaking and drives its early undertakings. The drive may be great and overwhelming, but the structure cannot be built upon a foundation of loose sand. Loose bonds undermine the great effort required to architect love's plan and cause it to fail in its early infancy.

The construction of any type of relationship is a risky proposition. One commits their blood, sweat, and tears to its development not knowing the outcome. Never knowing if their structure will withstand the outside forces life throws at it. The only test for such a thing is that of time. Laboring each day towards its reinforcement and upkeep.

The risk between friends is not as great as one might think at first sight. The concrete foundation of friendship would still remain even if the structure were to collapse upon itself or never even get off the ground. The two would walk away with some happy memories and a better understanding of each no matter what the outcome. It is an ample reward for a small amount of labor and a slight gamble in my opinion.

A Living Dream

You walk into a room and everyone feels your presence. A bright and shining light flashes before them and catches their attention. The crowd hushes and becomes quiet at the first glimpse of you. They hold their breath and long to hear you speak so they know you are not a figment of their imagination. They quietly pinch themselves to make sure they are not dreaming.

The men vainly daydream of being with you and part of your life. The women grow green with envy, as they can never hope to be half as beautiful as you. Everyone wanting to possess whatever it is that you have that makes you so overtly attractive. A magnetic presence, which draws others to you everywhere you go.

Words slip past your lips and beckon those around you to come closer. You draw them in with a personality that creates friendliness and warm feelings in all those you meet. They love being in your presence and long for it when they are without.

The room becomes darker when you leave and grows colder in your absence. You continue to encircle the minds of the men in the room. None have ever seen something so beautiful and cannot until you grace them with your presence again. Not even imagination could prove itself a suitable substitute for someone as beautiful as you.