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Interests: photography, music, psychology, writing, reading, driving, adventures, a good game of scrabble, loving, life.
Expertise: music, baking brownies.
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6/22/2005
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| "At
some point, you've just got to jump. You've got to quit being scared of
the 'maybes' and 'what-ifs' and just fucking jump. Quit cheating
yourself out of the best thing that could ever happen to you, quit
cheating him out of the same, and just fall. Fall hard, fall long, and
fall forever. ♥ "
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| how about a
strong shot of honesty, don't you owe that to me? if i'm not the one
thing you can't stand to lose, if i'm not that arrow to the heart of you,
if you don't get drunk on my kiss, if you think you can do better than
this, then i guess we're done... let's not drag this on. consider me
gone. consider me a memory. consider me the past. consider me a smile
in an old photograph, someone who used to make you laugh. | | |
| "you've changed so much. i feel like i have to get to know you all over
again." i said, running my hand over his back, his head nestled on my
chest. "well..." he said to me, "people change." and a wave of of
uncertainty shocked me. uncertain if this was the right thing, or if he
cared nearly as much as i did. i used to know but people change. people change.
we sat there in silence for a few minutes. the only sounds i could hear
were the faint roar of the sirens going off on fifth street, the bustle
of downtown greenville early in the morning. the slow, steady pound of
my heart. his breathing falling in and out of tune with mine and the
slight rustle of his shirt as i continued to scratch his back. just the
way he likes it. and i thought back to around this time last year when
we were two completely different people: in love, careless, maybe a
little bit naive. i didn't know about the burning passion i
used to have for him, but i know of the comfort of laying in his arms.
so i laid in them all night, and i don't know if this is going to last,
but it was good for now so i will take it. it's all i have so i will
breathe it in because people change. people change. | | |
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there's a point in your life when you know who stays forever, and
who's around just for a little while. people change, but so do you.
sometimes for the best, sometimes for the worse. bad things happen to
everyone, you're not in it alone. people lie, and some people just
don't care how you feel. your heart beats no matter how much pain
you're in. everything will be okay, eventually. there are people in
your life that just make your day, no matter the miles. i know all
about distance, i've been dealing with it all my life. so don't tell me
it's easy--because it's not. but it is worth it, i'd rather stay in
touch with the people i love than just drop it and forget about it. you
don't forget about the ones you love, it doesn't work like that. give
it all you've got, and live your life to the fullest. people would kill
to be you, and have what you have. someone always has it worse off than
you, but that doesn't mean your pain doesn't count. | | |
| There you are, exhausted from another night of crying, curled up on the couch, the floor, at the foot of the bed, anywhere you fall you fall down crying, half amazed at what the body is capable of, not believing you can cry anymore. And there they are: his socks, his shirt, your underwear, and your winter gloves, all in a loose pile next to the bathroom door, and you fall down again. Someday, years from now, things will be different: the house clean for once, everything in its place, windows shining, sun coming in easily now, skimming across the thin glaze of wax on the wood floor. You’ll be peeling an orange or watching a bird leap from the edge of the rooftop next door, noticing how, for instance, her body is trapped in the air, only a moment before gathering the will to fly into the ruff at her wings, and then doing it: flying. You’ll be reading, and for a moment you’ll see a word you don’t recognize, a simple word like cup or gate or wisp and you’ll ponder like a child discovering language. Cup, you’ll say over and over until it begins to make sense, and that’s when you’ll say it, for the first time, out loud: he’s not coming back, and it will be the first time you believe it. | | |
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