My crush girl let’s elope to the moon

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.