Monday, July 26, 2010
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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.
I like this :)
i used to have longish hair and i remember when arlene used to put my hair behind my ears. I did it to her and she got all "what are you doing' the first couple times. She didnt tie it in to what she would do to me until like the third time...when she just made this giant smile and squinted her eyes and we both giggled. i dont know why but there seemsed more intamacy aftar that. were not tgether anymore but it still means a lot to me
You Made Me Appear Distraught. ('Pearl Jam - Corduroy')
That moment was beautiful!
That's how big an impression you left on me.
nothing is the same anymore. i need you to let me go.
your writing breaks and repairs hearts at the same time, a depth so beautiful, it seems a gift meant only for you.
thank god for you.
you are an amazing writer.
Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such. Henry Miller US author (1891 - 1980)
whoa. this small piece of writing amazed me because its so true and beautiful. it made me stare are read it over and over.
I thank you so much, and I love you so much because when I say that my life will never be the same, it's quite possible that I needed that. That I needed you. Let your hand rest on my arm a bit longer next time, I'll try not to shy away. Did you hear me say that just now? I'll try. Because of you, I'll try.
It was a fleeting moment but it stayed with me and continues to colour every moment of my existence ...
ps - I am still not over you :(
I still miss him.
I'll always miss you
Believe it or not, (I bet you'd believe it), I miss you too. Reach out to me when you see me.
And you race through moments at the speed of light. Bouncing from place to place, person to person, someone's bed to the nearest bar. And they mean nothing to you because that's all you know. You race. You start your engine and go and nothing holds you back and I'm shouting for you to wait for me. And it's either I join you in tracks or get left in the dust.
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