EPTPart 1: http://www.teamliquid.net/blogs/viewblog.php?topic_id=439148
Part 2:
H: Hello J. It's been a while since last we spoke, but I think you and I could make marvelous friends, and so I have decided to give you a second chance.
J: Hark, tiss a choir of angels that falls upon my ears? No, but something much more fair, sweet H has blessed me with her presence!
H: I do enjoy conversing with you, you thread words finer than spiders thread silken webs. How have you been these days?
J: Life has been a cold winters breeze without seeing your glorious words, but I fear that this sudden appearance on your part might bear ill omen, tell me dearest H, has something happened?
H: Oh, not at all. I only desired a change in my repetitive and monotonous life. Something separate from the daily do's we are cursed with.
J: Ah, tiss a concept that I am well acquainted, how my heart flutters at the mere concept of conversing with my beloved, I'm afraid I will no be able to respond in a timely fashion however, I am trapped toiling over boxes for the next several moments, but those moments might as well be an eternity should I miss one awe-inspiring message from you.
H: What boxes would those be?
J: They are the boxes of my employer, trinkets and doodads for the aspiring entrepreneur. Not the most exciting profession, but it does allow me to pay for things such as this phone, and any device that allows me to talk to someone with such unearthly beauty such as you, is worth far more that I could ever pay for in three lifetimes.
H: I see. I've managed to find joy in reading children's poetry today, something I've not considered in a while. I'd forgotten how much I love simple rhymes and meaningless gibberish.
J: Ah yes, I remember quite a few, the simple and colorful pictures the words would paint, extravagant nonsensical words, how I miss such days of bliss, but no bliss can compare to the euphoria that I obtain by speaking with you.
H: It is such things as these poems that make my heart sore for those days where I could still believe they were the truth, and that no stretch of the imagination could not be achieved in reality... simpler times. More often now than ever do I wish I could drain myself of all the knowledge that I've acquired and start anew with the spirit and innocence of a child...I do wish...
J: Ah a simple wish, but should that wish be fulfilled, you should only run into problems I'm afraid. While yes a child is full of innocence and joy, they will also come to know the cruelty of the world, in some of the worst possible forms. I would be a monster if I wished that on anyone, most of all you. I believe to truly enjoy the innocence of a child, one must have one of their own...and... I know once again my heart overpowers my tongue, but if you'd do me the ultimate honor, I can show you that innocence, from a child of our own.
H: I don't wish to bring any children into a suffering world.
J: But don't you see, with a love as strong as ours, we could change the world, not entirely I'm afraid, but enough. You see, I believe all the world is like a rose, the petals of a rose are beautiful, but that beauty comes at a price, the thorns. I believe our world is a very beautiful place, but for that beauty, we must endure some pain. You are my rose petals, and the distance between us is my thorns.
H: Flattering, truly, but I still do not believe that this world is in a proper state to harbor new life.
J: *sigh* Perhaps you're right, but if you'd allow me, I'd like to dedicate the rest of my life to show you that, though our world rages in its own imperfections, that you can still bring innocence and beauty into it, how else would you have been born? That being said, H, I offer you my hand and my name, would you be truly, forever mine?
H: I can't give a hand that has already been given. I am young, I know, but I am betrothed. For some months now. It is my suggestion that you continue your search for the woman you will forever cherish.
J: Such a deep, burning, unmitigated pain I feel. Could such a pain come from anything else than my rose? H, I swear to you this, I will brave seas of thorns and vines for the rest of my life, just to see a glimpse of my precious petals!
H: A glimpse you have yet to see, we have never met, charmingly foolish one.
J: But I have an entire lifetime, though the thought of not having you for my own is a pain that will never subside, I swear that at least once, I shall see you in person.
H: That could be arranged, I do wish to meet you. You are amongst the more interesting of people I have talked to.
J: Oh how wondrous it would be to finally lay my eyes upon you, such beauty is so rarely found in our world, that my life would be fulfilled by the sight.
H: I'm afraid you've given yourself false hopes, dear boy.
J: But false hope is so much better than treading through the sea of despair that would undoubtedly envelop me should I give up hope.
H: I suppose you are right. What is a world without imagination and false hope, even if you are lead to disappointment?
J: Truly, you have described a world that was not blessed with your being.
H: I finished my book, but alas, I still don't know where the sidewalk ends.
J: Ah, a simple metaphor, but a widely used one non the less, as for me, I too cannot see where the sidewalk ends, but I know where it leads me, it leads me to my rose.
H: May I ask you a question?
J: Ask away my dear.
H: Well, all I'd like to know is what genre of books you favor.
J: Hmm, well now that is a question, I do not believe I've ever given much thought to what genres I tend to read... but I believe that the books I read the most tend to be about romance and tragedy.
J: What genres, may I ask, do you tend towards?
H: Ah. I'm a vehement lover of science fiction and fantasy. I also lean towards those books which are oriented towards romance.
J: Ah, it has been so long since I have read a book of fantasy, though to this day one of my favorite books is of that genre. I just find it hard to find a book that catches my interest.
H: As do I. I'm very picky, but when I do find a book I enjoy, I'll read it in one day and regret spending 12 hours on the couch when my back begins to ache XD
J: Hahaha, yes, I am all too familiar with that kind of pain, but, I feel that if I had the opportunity to spend that time sitting by your side...that pain would drift away.
H: I bought a book light recently! Now I can sit comfortably in my bed as I read. You see, I sleep on the bottom bunk of a set of bunk beds, the top I use to store my things, and no light comes down there from my ceiling light, so prior to having a book light I had to sit in the living room. Now I can further confirm my family's suspicions that I'm going to become a hermit. Haha.
J: With every word you say, you confirm my heart's suggestions, that you are my soul mate.
H: It is still my suggestion to keep searching.
J: The reason why we cannot look into the true brilliance of the starry night sky, is because our city's lights overpower the light of the stars, much like how your beauty overpowers the beauty of every other woman, I'm afraid I will forever pine for you my love.
H: You know only the beauty of my words. Which I suppose is all that should matter given love's blind nature. But I'm afraid until you've experience me in person you couldn't possibly know that.
J: Oh but I do, your words sing of a finer beauty than you are aware, I see that not even Helen of Troy could dream of competing with your exuberant beauty.
H: Apparently so, for I truly don't see what is so marvelous.
J: What is marvelous is a smile so bright it puts the sun to shame, eyes so deep the oceans see themselves as puddles, and hair so find that the clouds themselves try to imitate.
H: Yet you have not seen me to know these things to be true. You are so silly, you are.
J: Yet still you do not understand, I need not to see with my eyes, words such as yours could come from nothing less than a goddess.
H: A muse is not necessarily beautiful.
J: True enough, but there is always exceptions, such as you.
H: I'm curious as to your appearance, since you seem to be certain of mine.
J: I do not claim to be the most handsome there has ever been, but what I may lack in appearance I make up for with confidence in that appearance and an unwavering loyalty.
H: Well that's good to know I suppose. I am not a modest person, and I'll admit with no hesitation that I have an admirable figure, but I think from the neck up there's nothing terribly special about me.
J: Not only are you the most beautiful woman I've ever heard of, but such a sense of humor, to say that your face was anything but beautiful is truly a jest.
H: Does your unproven flattery never cease? Haha. You would become a rich man if only you opened a compliment booth.
J: And I'd spend every penny on my quest to show you the world is beautiful enough to have child, how my heart aches for the day.
H: Is that so?
J: I have never been so sure of anything in my life.
H: I can see there is now swaying you. Very well, believe what you will.
J: I believe only in the truth my dear.
H: The truth depends on which reality you life in...
J: Every reality you exist in, it is the truth.
H: What if said reality was a reversed reality where every truth was false?
J: No, you see, your beauty is truth, so no such reality could exist, the paradox would rupture the reality completely.
H: Boom! Big explosion. And everyone died. The end.
J: A bit dark, I know, but it is the truth.
H: You're adamant about truths, apparently.
J: Only because there are so few of them in the world.
H: That's a very bold statement... I agree.
J: So now you see why I love you so?
H: As it would happen, no. I still don't XD
J: Perhaps someday you will, and then we can finally be together.
H: I dunno about that...
J: You don't know, but on that day, I'm sure it will all change.
H: I admire your tenacity.
