Konstantine Challenge

So it seems, I cannot get this song out of my head. Every time I listen to it I find more meaning behind it. No matter what situation I am in there is always a lyric that fits perfectly into that moment. I've chosen to work this to my advantage. Starting from the beginning of the song, I am going to use each line as a title for a blog. Now obviously I am not going to make 15 separate blogs for "Did you know I missed you?". If a line is repeated it only gets one post. That goes for the chorus too. I will only make additional posts for the chorus when it changes slightly. Also, titles may include more than one line if they go directly together. Its mostly common sense.
Rules?

• The blog must relate in someway to the title, whether it be a poem, journal, short-story, or photo blog. Fiction or Non-fiction. (I have a feeling most of these posts will be non-fiction, story-of-my-life kind of things. As usual.)
• No more than 48 hours may pass between posts
• More than one post can go up in a day
• Non "Konstantine Challenge" related blogs may also be posted during the duration of this challenge.
• "Konstantine Challenge" posts will be distinguished by a "*" prior to the title.
• I begin tomorrow.

Wish me luck. This will be the fist blog-challenge I've ever done. And I don't think I've ever posted more than 10 blogs in one month. This could be interesting...

No, this WILL be interesting.

***Konstantine-Something Corporate***

"And live with what I did to you. All the hell I put you through."

I'm so happy you're alive.
I don't mean to make it sound bad.
But I was worried.
More worried than I think I'd ever been.
You scared me.
Tomorrow we need to talk,
long and hard.
I can't keep your secrets anymore,
if you are going to get hurt.
Saturday was enough.
I couldn't handle another time.
Especially so close.
And I'm sure your body couldn't handle it either.
Hand over the bottles.
This has to stop.
Before I lose you.

I hate my body.

What else is there to say?
Its completely inconvenient.
To small for everything.
I can't even be intimate with Jake
Because it hurts too much.

My hands are too small,
to keep a good grip
on rifle, sabre, or the like.
My feet are too tiny,
for any shoe I try on.

My legs are too short,
to be a beautiful model.
My arms are too awkward,
to be comfortable without sleves.

But I'm going to try
and not let it bug me as much.
Lets stop staring in the mirror,
and weighing yourself everyday,
Because it doesn't matter.

Self, I love you sometimes.

You wink, it's good-bye,

You push me away,
And then pull me back
Only half as far.
I tried to be the glue
But I'm unsticking
and slipping
Losing grip
On this distorted reality
Perfectly twisted.
Patiently painful.
Lets test our limits,
and run for the sky.
Then we'll see what's left.

Grasp it with your all. Don't let go.

Yesterday you asked what I want to do.

Do? I said. Like after highschool?

Yeah.

Well my parents want me to be a doctor or a lawyer.

Does that intrest you?

Not at all.

Oh. You sighed.

They say if I do anything else its a waste of tallent.

Well what do you really want to do?

I want to travel I said.

Travel the world.

Meet interesting people.

Learn their stories.

Photograph them and their culture.

Share it.

Its all about expreience.

You know?

You smiled.

Excitement washed over you.

I was reminded of a little kid,

who just opened a christmas present.

We will. You said.

You, me, Jenna, after senior year.

We'll travel the world.

Write a book!

The hope you emited was pure.

Nothing could shatter that firm belief

of the future you held.

I tried with all my strength to grab it.

Capture that hope and never let go.

I wanted to believe as much as you did.

Its possible.

Yes. Believe it.

New beginings.

Hope starts today.

Corsage and Boutonniere

Its between white roses and white orchids. Lets compare.

White Rose

innocence and purity
early on, symbolised true love (now the red rose)
now symbolise young love
secrecy
often depicted stained by blood or made to blush from a kiss
honnor and reverance
rosebuds represent being "too young for love"

White Orchid
purity
love, respect, adortion
delicate beauty

I think I'm going with the white rose.

"Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away..."

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises to external passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident...."
-Captain Corelli's Mandolin6 "Love is the beauty of the soul."
-St. Augustine

I read this.

And cried.

Its spot on.

And beautiful.

End of story.