She respects me for who I am. She doesn't try to change me. She loves me for me, even my flaws. She laughs at my cheesy jokes. She laughs at my good jokes. She plays the submissive role, but would never compromise her beliefs for that submission. She has the most beautiful, bright, big, blue eyes. She listens when I speak. She loves the fact that I listen when she speaks. She would never take advantage of me. She's willing to compromise to make me happy. She makes me happy in general. She has the softest voice. She picks back when I pick on her. She's willing to go to a baseball game with me. She calls me to let me know she misses me. She loves it when I call her to let her know I miss her. She understands I'm poor, but loves me anyway. She misses me when I'm not there. She loves to kiss me. She loves it when I kiss her. She loves to cuddle. She's my best friend.

Punk Rock. It's a lifestyle, an attitude and a form of music. Only a small percentage of society understand what this so called movement is all about. Not even everyone who claims to be punk know what it's about. The people who know the ins and outs of punk won't give you a straight answer as to what it's about. They don't want you there. This lifestyle, attitude and music is engulfed in passion. Sure every 5-10 years it becomes a trend yet again and the so called "punk rockers" who came with the trend because they saw it on MTV get changed more often than true punks underwear, if they even wear any. Some of them get corrupted. Some get pulled into the lifestyle of sex, drugs, punk rock and roll and self destruction. These "trendy" punks are needed to replace the old ones who've died because of an overdose, "grew up" or were killed by their life on the streets. Though the old punks die and move on the passion remains. This begs the question, is punk an entity in and of itself? People change and move on, clubs get shut down, kids get thrown in jail, but punk lives on. You may have to search for it like overturning rocks on a rainy night to find nightcrawlers, but just because they're not in plain sight doesn't mean they don't exist. On a side note, which should have been noted earlier, not all punks live the self destructive lifestyle. These punks are persecuted by others in their very own scene for not destroying their images or bodies. Some have jobs, some are in non-abusive relationships and some even believe in a deity, or what it's commonly referred to as a higher power. God if you will. Just by looking at the two, most "normal" people wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a typical punk and a spiritual one. Talk to them. You'll be able to tell. This is how different things are within the movement. You could even go as far as calling it a subculture, but that may be stretching the definition of the word. You can't judge a book by it's cover. Sometimes you have to get into the book a few chapters before you realize you were wrong about your prejudgement. I offer you this challenge. Talk to someone you normally would avoid. You might be surprised by who you meet.

Pictures only do so much. William sits in front of his computer screen gazing once again at the woman he loves yet has only seen for a total of 10 days. It's frustrating. She lives so far away, but they are closer than any two people he's ever known. She would practically do anything for him as he would her. In an almost sorrowful state of emotion he scrolls through her pictures yet again. Letting out a sigh William realizes he's doing nothing but making himself miss Eva more and more with every glance he takes. Why? Why does their relationship have to be like this? What is it God has in store for them? The questions go unanswered yet the couple retains every ounce of faith, though it may be tough at times. He gazes at her pictures yet again. Most times William thinks of her he doesn't even let her know. Not that he doesn't want to let Eva know, but he already calls her 2-4 times a day, just to let her know he's thinking of her, not counting when he calls just to talk. In a few short months Eva will be in his loving embrace yet again, but it seems so far off William tries not to think of it. The time will come. He will once again see the woman he so dearly cares about. Until then pictures are all he has...