[EM]: Topic 8 - Who You Can't Live Without
Aug. 5th, 2006 11:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
idontreallysparI couldn’t live without Rachel Gibson, and that’s pretty damn literal…reason being she saved my life and all.
It’s not something I can get into, but that’s a pretty clear-cut summary of the situation…my ass was on the line. She saved it. Next case. But, I suppose if you want to do more than scratch the surface, Rachel’s become even more important than that. She did more than save my ass, she’s taught me a lot about life in general…made me learn to appreciate it, I guess.
I’m not exactly a fun guy…never have been, much anyway. Then I met Rachel…to be blunt, she’s kind of a dork. But I don’t mean that in a bad wayand I’m not saying that just to stop her from smacking me later.…she’s nine kinds of quirky, ten kinds of goofy, and most of the time she’s not even totally aware of it. And I think that’s incredible…that she can wear qualities like that so well, and be more attractive because of them. Even when she’s awkward or uncertain, she shines, and she encourages it in other people.
I worked Special Forces for years. I’ve stared death in the face more than once…and I’ll be the first to admit, I’m afraid of looking like a fool. She’s not, she never is…no matter how much she protests to the contrary. It’s a brand of fearlessness that doesn’t get enough praise, in my opinion…and I both respect and love her for it. She makes me do crazy stuff, and *want* to do crazy stuff…I say stupid shit around her. I do goofy things…and she makes it okay. It’s a gift, the kind of freedom I have around her, because with Rachel…being goofy or crazy *isn’t* being goofy or crazy. It’s just…being alive, and enjoying it, you know what I mean?
Rachel saved my life…but I’ll tell you right now, my life wouldn’t be worth as much to me if she wasn’t in it. And you can take that straight to the bank.
Muse: Thomas Grace
Fandom: ALIAS
Words: 337
It’s not something I can get into, but that’s a pretty clear-cut summary of the situation…my ass was on the line. She saved it. Next case. But, I suppose if you want to do more than scratch the surface, Rachel’s become even more important than that. She did more than save my ass, she’s taught me a lot about life in general…made me learn to appreciate it, I guess.
I’m not exactly a fun guy…never have been, much anyway. Then I met Rachel…to be blunt, she’s kind of a dork. But I don’t mean that in a bad way
I worked Special Forces for years. I’ve stared death in the face more than once…and I’ll be the first to admit, I’m afraid of looking like a fool. She’s not, she never is…no matter how much she protests to the contrary. It’s a brand of fearlessness that doesn’t get enough praise, in my opinion…and I both respect and love her for it. She makes me do crazy stuff, and *want* to do crazy stuff…I say stupid shit around her. I do goofy things…and she makes it okay. It’s a gift, the kind of freedom I have around her, because with Rachel…being goofy or crazy *isn’t* being goofy or crazy. It’s just…being alive, and enjoying it, you know what I mean?
Rachel saved my life…but I’ll tell you right now, my life wouldn’t be worth as much to me if she wasn’t in it. And you can take that straight to the bank.
Muse: Thomas Grace
Fandom: ALIAS
Words: 337
