Hey.... Im getting a tad bored with my new account... I need the more constant comments and critcism like i used to have on this account....... so just to let everyone know my new account is and I'd really like more friends from here to come there. I just decided to start writing again and quit with pictures for a little while... so i'd like the criticism and things again... to give you a preview, here is something I've just written tonight---
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Does this make you happy?

There once was a man. He was a polite, simple, humble man by the name of Nathan. Nathan had big dreary droopy puppy dog eyes and thin parched lips that when on the rare occasion formed into a frown, wilted like daisies on an August afternoon. Nathan was gentle-natured, an artist, a poet, and had a smile that competed with the brightness of the rising sun.

There was once also a woman. Nathan first laid eyes on her while bicycling in the park. He took in her beauty like a breath of fresh air and knew he had to have her. Something about her sparked something inside of him, the way a firework is lit on the fourth of July. Indecisively, she agreed to let Nathan take her out.

Her name was Angela. She was fiery and passionate, and she began to fall for the kind little Nathan and his sneaky antics to make her love him. Roses delivered to her door, breakfast in bed, bubble baths just the two of them, Nathan tried everything to win her affection.

At last, Nathan suggested they move into a tiny modest house smack dab in the middle of New York City. And Angela agreed because it was an old-fashioned wooden home, built with bare hands and love, and oh how she loved that city.

Nathan would work half a day and come home to find lunch always on the table, Angela smiling up at him.

“I think I shall plant a garden,” Angela told Nathan one day.

“What ever makes you happy, my dear,” Nathan responded, a big smile on his face.

So Angela planted a garden in their small backyard that grew into brambles of ripened squash, giant cucumbers, and juicy plump tomatoes. Angela took great pride in her growing garden, and took great pleasure in it. She would care for it attentively, never letting her garden go thirsty. Angela always finished what she started.

“I think I shall go out and buy new furniture,” Angela announced to Nathan one day while dusting and looking at the depressing collection of things in their home.

“What ever makes you happy, my dear,” Nathan told her with a smile and kissed her on the fore head.

Angela went out that very afternoon and bought several new additions. Her favorite was a big wooden bed made of sturdy oak. She had seen it and right away fallen for its large smooth headboard and ravishingly beautiful comforter set. It was perfect in their home. Nathan and Angela loved to just lie there together in its supple sheets, just holding hands and talking of so many things.

How Nathan loved to see Angela’s wonderful face each day, it seemed the greatest gift a man could receive. The epitome of gorgeous, she had smooth pale skin, bright red lips in the shape of a heart, long flowing auburn hair. She held the beauty that Nathan basked in all the time. But Nathan believed Angela’s best physical feature were her eyes. Large, deep-set, sparkling emerald eyes that watched her world carefully. He lost his wits in those eyes of hers so many times, but Nathan loved losing himself, only because he lost himself in the radiant sea of his Angela.

Nathan and Angela would go to numerous dinner parties, they had friends on basically every street in New York. Always welcome, they took up the offer of dining with their acquaintances. Angela had a little niece by the name of Casie. Casie would wrap her tiny little arms around Nathan’s neck and oh, how she loved to be swung by his grasp. She laughed and laughed, the sound of childhood happiness echoing throughout Angela’s sister’s home. Casie would run into her Auntie Angela’s arms and smother her with kisses. Nathan would watch the two of them, and he longed for the day when Angela would become a mother herself, how blissful that would make her!

The sun would shine brilliantly through Nathan’s window every morning, pulling at his eyelids to wake and lift, for the wonderful day ahead was ready to be faced. Sheer happiness, he thought as he woke to the gentle beat of Angela humming in the kitchen already cooking up breakfast.

“I think I shall…go and get a job. Days here are awfully long and lonely when you’re gone,” Angela told Nathan while cracking an egg and stirring up it’s contents

“What ever makes you happy, my dear,” Nathan flashed his kind happy smile. Like always, he agreed with her. He was so happy for her, he could almost burst. What ever thing made Angela happy, instantly made Nathan happy too.

Angela went out and got a job. She would come home at four o’clock, just in time to make a large scrumptious dinner for Nathan and her.

And when she would come home, music would be playing throughout the house, and Nathan would sweep her off her feet with a rose dangling from his mouth. He would parade her around as if on stage, dancing to the rhythm of the song, and she was filled with amusement and smiles. He would tickle her on the bed until she was ready to burst with laughter. He absolutely adored that laughter of hers. Such an honest, deep laugh, and oh, it was contagious.

One night before bed, Angela whispered to Nathan. “I think I shall take a hot bath.” Nathan got ready to untie his robe and join her. How he loved bubble baths. “I think I shall go in alone tonight,” she said.

With a pleasant smile and a ring to his voice, Nathan announced, “What ever makes you happy, my dear.” So he continued skimming the newspaper, his black rimmed reading glasses on, and every once in a while he would take his eyes off his reading material and look at Angela. No, not stare, just look. Angela was so pretty naked, not awkward or embarrassed, she was so beautiful just her natural self, not covered by clothing or shoes. She had the perfect woman’s physique, the kind Boticelli used to paint for the world to admire. Angela was blessed with sturdy broad shoulders, a small narrow waist, big lively hips that Nathan liked to cradle when he held her in his embrace. How Nathan loved to yearn for her even when she was two feet away, wrap her up in his arms and rock her back and forth. Oh, Nathan was head over heels.

After summer had spread its light and faded into fall, Nathan began to think a little about marriage. Angela had been his and only his for quite some time, two in a half years to be exact. He wanted more than anything to make it official. He wanted to stand up at the altar and hear Angela utter those two simple words that would make him the happiest man in the entire world, I Do. He wanted to see a hundred well-known faces smiling back at them, congratulating them, he wanted to announce to the world that he had the most beautiful, inside and out, wife.

“I think I shall work longer. I’ll be home at 6 pm from now on,” Angela announced while bending over the kitchen sink and scrubbing the dishes. Nathan walked up to her from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist, gripping onto her in a yearning fashion, the way a baby does to his mother. He kissed her cheek.

“What ever makes you happy, my dear,” Nathan said smiling. How he loved every part of her, her determination, her ambition, her success at her job.

So Angela was home every night by 6 pm. Dinner was always on the table by 7:30, which was perfectly fine with Nathan; he took a walk every evening anyway, see, Nathan always found a way to work around things. That it why he felt like it was such a perfect fit between the two of them. The happiness that seeped from his heart reached and gave the nightlight in your bedroom its brightness when you were a child.

Nathan came home one day to see several suitcases next to the front door. Nathan turned around gingerly to face his beloved Angela. Her face was icy, stern, the way it was the first time he had met her. It was that unwilling look of hers, the hesitant look. The cold realization hit Nathan like a slap in the face, for he knew right away what was going on, Nathan was very intelligent.

Angela held her chin up high, blinked back a few tears, and said in a shaky tone, “I think…I think I shall leave you now,” Angela told him. Nathan felt a hollow feeling, that feeling one gets when about to go on stage in front of a thousand people. That sinking feeling that lays deep in the pit of one’s stomach. For Nathan wanted to cry out at her, grab her arm and step in the way of letting her walk out the door and out of his life forever, he wanted to scream in pain and make her understand how much that would destroy him, but Nathan knew better than that.

“What…ever makes you happy, my dear,” Nathan said to Angela, he struggled to form the words and send them into the empty space between them. She picked up her suitcases by the handles and looked one last time at Nathan.

He forced the saddest smile anyone had ever displayed and a tiny, silent, honest tear crawled down his cheek. Angela saw the tear, for she sensed how sad he was, she paused and then walked out of the house and closed the door behind her.

Nathan had never before felt the feeling of heartache until that day. The feeling one gets when they want someone so bad but they know they can’t have them. He took down all the happy pictures of them together, their smiling faces captured in a single moment of time. The sky was never as blue as it used to be, the birds never sang as sweet as they used to, roses never looked as beautiful as they used to, and Nathan’s laughter was never as genuine as it used to be. Nathan had lost his Angela, he had lost his everything.

Nathan spent an entire year in solitude, wondering each day what prompted Angela to take the actions she did. Everyday his world grew darker, and his heart slowly began to harden into a dull piece of stone. He waited for the day it would give out and stop beating, then maybe it wouldn’t weigh him down so much.

One day, after over 365 days of loneliness had passed, Nathan came home at 8 pm and found someone sitting on his couch, crying. Nathan threw his briefcase on the floor and approached the person, for Nathan never worried about danger, he worried about this poor lady.

“Miss, are you all right?” Nathan asked. The woman turned around and Nathan peered into those hypnotizing emerald eyes. Instantly, without hesitating, he recognized his Angela. She stood up, blotting her wet face with a handkerchief and Nathan stood up as well to confront her. They stood there awkwardly, Nathan wasn’t sure if she’d like him to take her into his arms like the millions of times in the past.

“Nathan…I’m, I’m so sorry. I’ve been away for so long,” Angela began. Her mascara was running, leaving a black-stained trail down her cheeks, her hair was a knotted mess, and her eyes were red from crying. But to Nathan, she was still so stunningly beautiful. How he longed to wrap her in his arms and tell her it will all be okay, that he is here now, that she is so far from harm. But Angela continued.

“Nathan, I’ve been to London, and to Paris, and even to Italy. I went in a gondola in Venice, I dined in restaurants where famous faces were an ordinary appearance, I have even been in the arms of another,’ Angela told him. “I have tasted the finest wines, I even went fishing and…and I saw the Eiffel Tower just like I always talked about. I tasted the hot bread from the streets in Paris, and I tried to make a beefeater laugh in London. I did all these things…” Angela announced. “But after I had seen and done so many beautiful things, none surpassed the beauty your heart showed me. I…I love you Nathan. I want to be with you, I should have known that from the very start but I was so confused you see. I am so sorry for these past times I have put you through torture. I don’t think anymore, I know, I know I want to be with you.”

And just like always, Nathan could see the truthfulness in her bottomless green eyes. His heart quickly detached itself from the anchor it had been tied to for an entire year. For the first time in a long while, he smiled a true beautiful genuine smile. “What ever makes you happy, m-“ but he was cut off, for Angela had already rushed over to him and pressed her lips against his.

“Nathan, does this make you happy?” Angela said. She kissed him again, and her perfect touch lifted the corners of his lips into a gigantic smile. “It makes me happy, too,” Angela said.

Nathan poured two glasses of red wine and Angela started a fire in the fireplace. They held hands, skin tingling from the energy their love created, and they laid in the softness of their big bed’s sheets. They talked late into the night. Not every love story ends like a fairytale, but oh…this one does.