You Are That Guy

You are that guy that she met when she was 16 and still a giddy teenager.

You are the guy that commented on how much she talked, how weird her hair looked and how people like her should be in a museum.

You are that guy that saw her laugh and wished you were the one making her feel that happy.

You are the guy that got lucky when you sat with her at the same table during library periods.

You are the guy that repeated her phone number all the way home just in case you forgot it and missed the chance again.

You are the guy that she out ate on your first date.

You are the guy that had to bear all the teasing and the ragging that her friends put you through.

You are the guy that won her heart by waiting for her in the rain with an umbrella, so that she wouldn’t get wet.

You are the guy, who helped her with her studies, while putting yours on the backburner.

You were the guy she called at 2 am because she was freaked that she’d fail her mathematics internals.

You are the guy that she impressed by eating through half a bucket of fried chicken and then sat back and asked what's for desert.

You are the guy that had to be taught what relationships were and in turn taught her how to work hard in a relationship.

You are the guy who she can never lie to, the one who knows her every expression.

You are the guy who will go out there and look for yak's milk from Yemen if she ever demanded it.

You are the guy that buys her flowers and burns her cds just to make her smile.

You are the guy that believes, trusts and prays even when she has given up hope.

You are the guy she loves, she cares about... her closest confidant.

You are that Guy.... and i am that Girl.



Dedicated to Him

I Am A Rock

A winters day
In a deep and dark december;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Ive built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
Its laughter and its loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Dont talk of love,
But Ive heard the words before;
Its sleeping in my memory.
I wont disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.