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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
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found your blog today.
noticed that there's a new post, so i took a sip of water and then i read... :)
every line you write, makes me think.
You make me want to stay up late, kiss in the rain, run barefoot on the sand, and throw every caution to the wind, so that when I die, I'll know that I had lived the most with you.
ouch
eek. was not meant to hurt.
you shouldn't have to do all of this to be with someone. if it feels like too much work, there's a reason for it. it's just not meant to be. =\
These aren't conditions that need to be met in order to be with someone. They're conditions that need to be met in order to live as long a life as you can with someone.
If someone wants to change who you are, then that someone doesn't really want you, they want someone else.
I super like this entry. :) I'm torn between your stance and Jen's though. I'm moved by both!
i love this post..
and Jen's comment above..
i remember a story, of a father asking his son-in-law-to-be how he loved his daughter,
he said: "i would die for her sir."
but the father said: " I wouldn't want that. What would my daughter do to you if you are dead? I want someone who would live for her and with her."
good morning..
When I found your blog, I read the whole thing, all at once. I loved it so so so much.
Weeks later, entries come to me when I am especially happy or sad or moved. This is one of those.
I don't know you, but I wish I did. I have seen my fair share of blogs, but yours is something else. Know that someone who barely knows you and who you will probably never meet (because life is a continuous function, and the probability of predicting the exact value of a continuous function tends to zero)is wishing you lots of happiness from the bottom of his heart.
Why then not now? Now that u r gone & still alive, I need to be as well. Just so that day would come.
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