Saturday, 02 August 2008
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Californication
By Red Hot Chili Peppers
see relatedmy ideal love isn't like many girls -- it's not that cinderella, swept-off-your-feet, attached-at-the-hip love. sure, it'd be nice, but what i really want is a comfortable relationship. i'd rather be comfortable with him, where i wouldn't have to put up a front or worry about looking my best. i want to feel safety, like he wouldn't let anything hurt me. because it's better to just be loved for who i am, not who i try to be. i want to be able to spend hours on the phone with him, & we talk about nothing, but i'd still be satisfied anyways because i know he's on the other line of that telephone. i want him to be respectful to my parents, & honest to me. i wouldn't have to worry about him flirting with other girls. contrary to many, i want to have fights.. it gives us something to work on, not just sit in a rut. i'd love to experience that rollercoaster of emotions when we kiss, or whenever i see him. i want him to know that i'm truely a sweetheart, because i want him to be able to channel that side out of me. i don't ask that he put me before all of the other things he has going in his life, but i do ask that he put me before himself when needed. most importantly, the thing i really want is for us to love eachother so much, that we'd choose eachother over someone better looking any day. maybe my list is a bit longer than i expected, but i'm not asking for him to give me the world in his hand, just decency.
these are things that a lot of long-term couples i know don't have, but are things i think they need. or at least, i need."And for one moment you get this amazing gift, and you wanna laugh, and you wanna cry... 'Cause you feel so lucky that you found it... and so scared that it'll go away all at the same time." -- drew barrymore in movie 'Never Been Kissed'
-------------------------------------------------------"I just remembered, that time at the market,
Snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart.
And rode down, aisle 5.
You looked behind you to smile back at me.
Crashed into a rack full of magazines.
They asked us if we could leave.Can't remember, what went wrong last September.
Though I'm sure that you'd remind me, if you had to.Our love was comfortable,
and, so broken in.I sleep with this new girl i'm still getting used to.
My friends all approve, say "she's gonna be good for you".
They throw me, high fives.She says the bible is all that she reads,
and prefers that I not use profanity.
Your mouth was, so dirty.Life of the party,
and she swears that she's artsy.
But you could distinguish
Miles from Coltrane.Our love was comfortable,
and, so broken in.
She's perfect, so flawless..
Or so they say-ay-ay-ay, say-ay-ay-ay.She thinks I can't see the smile that she's fakin',
and poses for pictures that aren't being taken.
I loved you.
Grey sweat pants, no makeup, so perfect.Our love was comfortable,
and, so broken in.
She's perfect, so flawless.
I'm not impressed, I want you back."
-- John Mayer, "Comfortable"
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