tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post1801289076791094136..comments2023-10-24T07:16:28.382-07:00Comments on I Wrote This For You: The Colours RunUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-51720891076061560222009-11-01T10:13:12.980-08:002009-11-01T10:13:12.980-08:00I love the accompanying picture. It makes me want ...I love the accompanying picture. It makes me want to live in a city instead of the small rural area where I live. You have this way of speaking to people...I love it.Mollyhttp://simplicitydevoured.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-62075618327125727242009-10-30T16:58:47.676-07:002009-10-30T16:58:47.676-07:00I've had bad luck, and decided to leave it all...I've had bad luck, and decided to leave it all. I feel something in my heart every time I get a confession - but not enough for me to build a relationship. I feel compassion, perhaps even love towards them, for the fact that they are able to love. But its the way I feel my heart bursting when I read one of your posts that hit the mark, or see a picture (or a view) that pierces my heart, or when my friends do something that is really sweet (and I do not mean buying me a present - just doing something, or saying something trivial which makes my heart melt). Its never enough for me to want them to be the one who wakes up next to me in morning.<br />I'm always polite, and carefully distance myself from them. A part of me dies every time I notice their discomfort, how saddened they are. Another part dies when I hear that they have moved on. <br />I never do. Their love, however much I grieve for them, is sustaining me while I cannot love myself. <br />As it is now, I live my life, pouring love upon my friends, giving them everything that I cannot give that special one. They tell me that I ought to get a significant other, because I really am that type... But it doesn't work that way.<br /><br />Iain, thank you for having, yet again, reminded me that I do not have to search for it. Even friendship love is good, isn't it? Things grow without us noticing, and one day your heart is filled. <br />I can't wait.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-57742810047172319382009-10-19T04:34:00.569-07:002009-10-19T04:34:00.569-07:00Deep post.Deep post.gishungwahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07004963900093206403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-36056672857730908052009-10-14T22:02:46.610-07:002009-10-14T22:02:46.610-07:00I think I just realized two things: 1)you DID writ...I think I just realized two things: 1)you DID write this for me, 2) I've been looking at it the wrong way. Thanks!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-2259588500938623402009-10-14T19:12:41.769-07:002009-10-14T19:12:41.769-07:00This is for him. Because he sees me as a date who ...This is for him. Because he sees me as a date who he wants to go to bed with because I'm able to fulfill eight out of ten of his requirements in his mental checklist.<br /><br />But I want to be more. ;_;Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-30536892497645758592009-10-14T19:11:39.669-07:002009-10-14T19:11:39.669-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Alexandreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11093855982997559745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-67254164345444767502009-10-14T08:03:40.065-07:002009-10-14T08:03:40.065-07:00*hit**hit*Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17868180167640399488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-58042316426057555932009-10-14T07:14:32.307-07:002009-10-14T07:14:32.307-07:00This is exactly what I can't tell you because ...This is exactly what I can't tell you because you'd call me a hypocrite, but that wouldn't be true. <br /><br />I know I want to wake up next to you. You know this too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-15966681171091118332009-10-13T08:20:41.828-07:002009-10-13T08:20:41.828-07:00simply magical.
you never fail to strike a chord ...simply magical. <br />you never fail to strike a chord (:Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18068085411703103451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-66454349954506520942009-10-13T08:19:19.438-07:002009-10-13T08:19:19.438-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18068085411703103451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-11516883788188775962009-10-13T01:28:19.079-07:002009-10-13T01:28:19.079-07:00Your words are so alive! they come sit next to me ...Your words are so alive! they come sit next to me and touch my heart with warm lips as I watch moments happening. thank You (hug) (heart)PagaiDinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-24110200043329176762009-10-12T22:17:53.239-07:002009-10-12T22:17:53.239-07:00very well said!very well said!Amanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12084850284857586602noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-87842686800426432382009-10-12T21:54:12.661-07:002009-10-12T21:54:12.661-07:00Love it! So many people do this!Love it! So many people do this!The Confessionisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16322095828279597919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-26044946058055401452009-10-12T19:51:22.293-07:002009-10-12T19:51:22.293-07:00this discribes so many people, this made me melt i...this discribes so many people, this made me melt inside, your words are fabulous.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-25523980621206837712009-10-12T18:46:43.378-07:002009-10-12T18:46:43.378-07:00wow.
this cuts straight into me.
thankyou.wow.<br />this cuts straight into me.<br />thankyou.Allyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11901145499464949328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-13226979675904490282009-10-12T18:37:35.863-07:002009-10-12T18:37:35.863-07:00this is my second favorite.... thanks... that is a...this is my second favorite.... thanks... that is all I can say.NShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13803461366511703638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-1617105505850240712009-10-12T18:07:02.476-07:002009-10-12T18:07:02.476-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.vox caecushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03008497969049339923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-31192319763751129322009-10-12T16:33:53.318-07:002009-10-12T16:33:53.318-07:00I wish you would blog everyday; Your blog is amazi...I wish you would blog everyday; Your blog is amazing( :Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-64481605130122288772009-10-12T14:27:45.604-07:002009-10-12T14:27:45.604-07:00I woke up next to him yesterday and the first thin...I woke up next to him yesterday and the first thing he said to me was "I Love You". I'm the luckiest girl in the world. He crosses off lines in his heart, not his head.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-59887451848397436902009-10-12T12:58:57.094-07:002009-10-12T12:58:57.094-07:00thats amazing.thats amazing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-63317944579157404972009-10-12T11:22:11.653-07:002009-10-12T11:22:11.653-07:00I love this!
I know I dont want to be someones be...I love this!<br /><br />I know I dont want to be someones best pick off a list. I want to be their choice by passionAbaddonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03468215687506140442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-48254567123832628732009-10-12T10:03:27.247-07:002009-10-12T10:03:27.247-07:00beautiful.beautiful.adrianahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08155583900309488831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-2426905271797332142009-10-12T09:34:48.291-07:002009-10-12T09:34:48.291-07:00Perfect metaphor for life.
Create because you nee...Perfect metaphor for life. <br />Create because you need to share the love fueled vision. Not because you want an award. <br />Do a favor because of what you can give, not what you stand to gain. <br />Offer love, because you are lucky enough to be able to. <br /><br /><3 this one, Iain. <br />Emisplacedfriendhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00943040798353271266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-6524608507983784132009-10-12T08:46:40.606-07:002009-10-12T08:46:40.606-07:00Oh god, how much that sounds like me and I didn...Oh god, how much that sounds like me and I didn't even realise before. xLottiehttp://starsandsilverlinings.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-52010962131715218482009-10-12T08:43:27.151-07:002009-10-12T08:43:27.151-07:00this is what i needed to read.this is what i needed to read.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com