perfection

Perfection is an illusion.
However, setting that assumption aside, it would be awesome if there was a girl out there that:
[Not really in an order of importance]
-Is Christian, but not necessarily holding on very hard to a denomination
-Is full of thoughts, open-minded, and intelligent
-Can understand what I am talking about when I ramble
-Has her own ideas about something, preferably a lot of things
-Doesn't worry so much about how she looks, especially if she is beautiful to start off
-Would love to see the world
-Would rather go to New Zealand for her honeymoon than the Bahamas, just because it would be so ordinary otherwise...
-Loves sailing as much as I do, and thinks it would be awesome, even if not really a good idea, to sail to New Zealand on that trip, coming back across the other side to make it a trip around the world
-Knows how to ski, or would learn
-Would go camping
-Loves tranquility and calm, and knows how to find peace
-Has either a good taste in music, or better, loves all music as I do, but just not country
-Is friendly and usually gets along with most anyone; understands people or at least tries to
-Disregards cliques
-Is open to random ideas and thoughts and, at least usually, has a thoughtful reply
-Doesn't mind constant, almost annoying attention/affection, but is the same way
-Is reachable, that is, I could see her often
-Would enjoy a break from life after college to see the world without bondage, without a job to worry about
-Is unpredictable and weird [both meanings]
-Plays an instrument, Clarinet would be awesome
-Even so much as doesn't mind video games [hoping for a girl that plays them is pointless]
-Has that long, brown, curly hair [so awesome]
-Wouldn't mind if I messed up that hair
-Goes to the same school/college as I do
-Can understand my writing
-Is a great writer
Unfortunately,
That's never going to happen.
But as it stands, let me know if that's you I'm talking about.
Also,
THIS IS NOT A LIST OF REQUIREMENTS.
The biggest thing I care about is: is she interested in me.
Past that, most everything is negotiable.
Please, don't let this scare you lol.

phase the fourth >> one hundred and sixty

She would answer no more than a bare affirmative, so great was the emotion aroused in her at the thought of going through the world with him as his own familiar friend. Her feelings almost filled her ears like a babble of waves, and surged up to her eyes. She put her hand in his, and thus they went on, to a place where the reflected sun glared up from the river, under a bridge with a molten-metallic glow that dazzled their eyes, though the sun itself was hidden by the bridge. They stood still, wherupon little furred and feathered heads popped up from the smooth surface of the water; but, finding that the disturbing presences had paused, and not passed by, they disappeared again. Upon this river-brink they lingered till the fog began to close round them - which was very early in the evening at this time of the year - settling on the lashes of her eyes, where it rested like crystals, and on his brows and hair.

[From Tess of the D'Urbervilles]
[OK, now read it with notes because I am in love with this paragraph]

She would answer no more than a bare affirmative, so great was the emotion aroused in her at the thought of going through the world with him as his own familiar friend. Her feelings almost filled her ears like a babble of waves, and surged up to her eyes. She put her hand in his, and thus they went on, to a place where the reflected sun glared up from the river, under a bridge with a molten-metallic glow that dazzled their eyes, though the sun itself was hidden by the bridge. They stood still, wherupon little furred and feathered heads popped up from the smooth surface of the water; but, finding that the disturbing presences had paused, and not passed by, they disappeared again. Upon this river-brink they lingered till the fog began to close round them - which was very early in the evening at this time of the year - settling on the lashes of her eyes, where it rested like crystals, and on his brows and hair.

Similar colors for a letter or two shows alliteration and similar sounds.
Like is highlighted because there are two similes.
The bolded words represent a bridge or something that covers.
The red words represent body parts.
The italicized words have to do with water.
The brows and lashes are similar to the bridge, because they are part of the same metaphor.
The eyes relate to water because of the film over them.

I believe the glow that the passage refers to is a metaphor for the hopes and aspirations of the couple, you know, the light at the end of the tunnel, or the reflection of the sun under a bridge. I believe the sun is a metaphor for the future itself, because they can't see it in the present, they can only get a glimpse, a reflection, of what is to come. The bridge, their youth, blocks them from seeing their true future. The crystals relate to beauty, to the beauty of youthful hopes of the future and the beauty of the moment, and this is extended, because it settles on their lashes, their hair, their brows, which all allude to their youth, meaning that the moment draws on their youth and creates beauty. Their love is untested, true, young love, protected by a bridge that they have not yet wandered from underneath. The fog shows that they are blind in their youth, that they cannot see the future, though such blindness may be bliss, as crystals form on their lashes. Such beauty comes early in life just as the fog comes early in the evening. Finally, the heads of the animals popping up allude to worries they may have for the future. Because they need not worry yet, they think of them only for a moment, and because the "disturbing presence" of time, of experience, has not passed, they return back into the water.
Awesome stuf in this paragraph: alliteration, simile, metaphor, leitmotif (water, bridge, body parts)

[surrender]

I give up. There is so much she just doesn't get at this age. There is no point in trying to get to know her, because she is blind; she can't see that I am worth her time, and she has a few revelations to go before she would. It drives me CRAZY that I probably won't be there when she comes to understand love as I do. I HATE THAT. Had to vent on my MySpace earlier, but I still didn't get it all out.
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
That didn't help.

letter

[Yes, this is indeed taken from a letter I sent her not long ago]
[Two things:]
[1. It is completely revamped]
[The actual poem worked in her name in the most intricate way]
[Not sure if she, or you, would even notice it though]
[Thus, I worked something else cool into this one]
[OK, nothing world-changing, but each line has 10 syllables]
[Just gives it a little more rhythm]
[2. She hasn't had a chance to respond yet]
[Only halfway looking forward to a response lol]

Do ever the halves of two like hearts meet?
How could love in truth never be so sweet?
This world would not allow love at first sight;
We seek perfection, and find naught but plight.
Nonetheless, our second halves we do seek,
Though another whole our mind would bespeak.
Young hearts will seek what is natural, though
Failures may cause unendurable woe.
In everyone we wish to find but one;
Could this truly never be done?
For a time, he will seek his perfect girl,
And she will also seek her perfect earl,
At least until they understand the truth,
Often only with the waning of youth.
Lately, I have been as such affected;
Desire has made me with you addicted.
Veritably, such love I had long sought,
Even if unrequited love twas not.
Truthfully, you would not call me a friend,
Or even allow me that fact to mend.
Unwilling you have been thus far, it seems,
In this way unlike the girl of one’s dreams.
Such a dreamgirl few men have ever found;
In our minds we know the dream is not sound.
Love is foolish, I see now, is it not?
Tis lewd that in it we should all be caught.
Beautiful you are, so unbelievable;
Only in dreams as such conceivable.
I do regret that you should not be mine,
Yet I saw this might be; I do not pine.
Under the surface, I still do feel pain.
Often my heart aches, slowly does it wane.
All the day I constantly think of you,
Religion, if more, would demand its due!
Enamored it would seem I have become,
Maybe, could it be better to be numb?
Yet, at the very thought my heart cries no!
Must it scream so loudly? For this I know:
Requited love as sweet I may not find,
Elect I still do to wait for that kind.
Thus, know you would be my fascination.
May we each come to this realization:
Gullible people will be in their youth;
Fooled by society’s charms, though uncouth.
When should society be proven wrong?
Last of all, know this: for you I still long.