My darling Clemmie,
… you wrote some words very dear to me, about my having enriched your
life. I cannot tell you what pleasure this gave me, because I always
feel so overwhelmingly in your debt, if there can be accounts in love…
What it has been to me to live all these years in your heart and
companionship no phrases can convey.
Time passes swiftly, but is it not joyous to see how great and
growing is the treasure we have gathered together, amid the storms and
stresses of so many eventful and, to millions, tragic and terrible
years?…
With tender love from your devoted,
W.
Winston Churchill to Clementine Churchill, January 23,1935
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Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
one hundred sixty-eight
Dear Future Wife
On nights like tonight, where we’re rushing to get ready before we meet my family for Christmas Eve dinner, please don’t get mad at me when I stop you from whatever it is that you’re doing, to kiss you.
Nothing in this world will be as important as you darling, and I plan on reminding you ever single minute, of every single day; even if those minutes are rushed. I’ll kiss you, look you in the eyes, tell you I love you, and help zip you into your gown.
Life will be perfect, we will be perfect, and Christmas will be our favorite time of the year because it’ll give us an excuse to be extra cute with one another. I can’t wait.
I just…I can’t wait to meet you, whoever you are.
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On nights like tonight, where we’re rushing to get ready before we meet my family for Christmas Eve dinner, please don’t get mad at me when I stop you from whatever it is that you’re doing, to kiss you.
Nothing in this world will be as important as you darling, and I plan on reminding you ever single minute, of every single day; even if those minutes are rushed. I’ll kiss you, look you in the eyes, tell you I love you, and help zip you into your gown.
Life will be perfect, we will be perfect, and Christmas will be our favorite time of the year because it’ll give us an excuse to be extra cute with one another. I can’t wait.
I just…I can’t wait to meet you, whoever you are.
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Monday, February 27, 2012
one hundred sixty-seven
I HATE you because I love you
I Hate you because I can’t forget you
I HATE you because EVERY TIME I put my head on my pillow I remember you
I HATE you because YOU still have my heart till now
I HATE you because I miss you so much but I can’t tell you
I HATE you because YOU make me think of you and myself every time
I HATE you because EVERY TIME I remember you make me feel NOTHING but happy I HATE you because EVERY TIME I remember you I smile
I HATE you because I know you don’t deserve me
I HATE you because YOU make me feel guilty
I HATE you because you make me confess…I still love you and I HATE YOU
I HATE YOU I HATE you because I know you need me and I can’t be there for you
I HATE you Because you make me feel confused
I HATE you because you wake me up to write this
I HATE you because you make me feel this
I HATE you because you make me write HATE
That’s why I HATE you
So, can you do me a favor and HATE me too…??
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I Hate you because I can’t forget you
I HATE you because EVERY TIME I put my head on my pillow I remember you
I HATE you because YOU still have my heart till now
I HATE you because I miss you so much but I can’t tell you
I HATE you because YOU make me think of you and myself every time
I HATE you because EVERY TIME I remember you make me feel NOTHING but happy I HATE you because EVERY TIME I remember you I smile
I HATE you because I know you don’t deserve me
I HATE you because YOU make me feel guilty
I HATE you because you make me confess…I still love you and I HATE YOU
I HATE YOU I HATE you because I know you need me and I can’t be there for you
I HATE you Because you make me feel confused
I HATE you because you wake me up to write this
I HATE you because you make me feel this
I HATE you because you make me write HATE
That’s why I HATE you
So, can you do me a favor and HATE me too…??
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Sunday, February 26, 2012
one hundredy sixty-six
I expect so much out of every
other man. You’re the only one who can ever hold my heart. All I am
doing is playing a waiting game, you’ll either come back or you won’t.
While I am still living a life on my own, it doesn’t have as much value
as it would if I shared it with you.
Everything I do is for me.
Everything I wish is for you.
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Everything I do is for me.
Everything I wish is for you.
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Saturday, February 25, 2012
one hundred sixty-five
This is when Spain is off fighting England.
SpainxFem!Romano
My dearest Lovina,
I write this from the heat of battle, we are resting now. I am sorry, my love, but I do not have much time to write you. I do not know if I will make it back to you.
If I do not return, my love, Please remember I fought till my last breath, I fought every moment for you. All I wanted was to return to you, my dearest.
Please do remember, I will love you even to my last breath, Even longer than that, Our love runs deeper than the water beneath my feet.
I knew from the first time I laid my eyes on you that you were the one I was to marry. Dearest Lovina, If I am to perish, please do marry another, do not greave to the point of death, For I have died for a great cause.
I love you more then I will ever love another, I have no reason to live if you are not living with me. I must make it back to see your face again.
My love, I am sorry to spoil the surprise for you, But when I return I am going to propose marriage to you. I am sure you knew it was coming, since I already asked your grandfather.
I am sorry, my love, I must go now, and do remember, I love you.
Your Love, Antonio Fernandez
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SpainxFem!Romano
My dearest Lovina,
I write this from the heat of battle, we are resting now. I am sorry, my love, but I do not have much time to write you. I do not know if I will make it back to you.
If I do not return, my love, Please remember I fought till my last breath, I fought every moment for you. All I wanted was to return to you, my dearest.
Please do remember, I will love you even to my last breath, Even longer than that, Our love runs deeper than the water beneath my feet.
I knew from the first time I laid my eyes on you that you were the one I was to marry. Dearest Lovina, If I am to perish, please do marry another, do not greave to the point of death, For I have died for a great cause.
I love you more then I will ever love another, I have no reason to live if you are not living with me. I must make it back to see your face again.
My love, I am sorry to spoil the surprise for you, But when I return I am going to propose marriage to you. I am sure you knew it was coming, since I already asked your grandfather.
I am sorry, my love, I must go now, and do remember, I love you.
Your Love, Antonio Fernandez
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Friday, February 24, 2012
one hundred sixty-four
You-
Sometimes I dream that we’re sleeping. You wake up for a moment and put your arm around me and just look at me. I wake up and without opening my eyes, curve my body into yours. Then I look up at you. We fall back asleep.
-Me
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Sometimes I dream that we’re sleeping. You wake up for a moment and put your arm around me and just look at me. I wake up and without opening my eyes, curve my body into yours. Then I look up at you. We fall back asleep.
-Me
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Thursday, February 23, 2012
one hundred sixty-three
My Love,
I got weirdly energized partway through the day. Like things were normal, but all of a sudden I could do so much more than I usually could. It was pretty cool. I didn’t write anything tonight (I’ve been writing for a few blogs… did I tell you I started that?) but I got a lot of stuff done for work and I made some adorable miniature cards that I don’t know what to do with.
But today overall was decent, I guess? I’m listening to some Noah and the Whale to calm down a bit before bed. With a short recess in which I waited around for a floor meeting just to hear information that was already emailed to me. Yeah, fuck you on that, RA. That was useless and I do not need that. I know when to leave, thanks.
But I shouldn’t get angry. Instead I may stay up a half hour more to listen to some more music. Calm and less sleep is better than angry and more. Good night, my love.
Yours always,
N
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I got weirdly energized partway through the day. Like things were normal, but all of a sudden I could do so much more than I usually could. It was pretty cool. I didn’t write anything tonight (I’ve been writing for a few blogs… did I tell you I started that?) but I got a lot of stuff done for work and I made some adorable miniature cards that I don’t know what to do with.
But today overall was decent, I guess? I’m listening to some Noah and the Whale to calm down a bit before bed. With a short recess in which I waited around for a floor meeting just to hear information that was already emailed to me. Yeah, fuck you on that, RA. That was useless and I do not need that. I know when to leave, thanks.
But I shouldn’t get angry. Instead I may stay up a half hour more to listen to some more music. Calm and less sleep is better than angry and more. Good night, my love.
Yours always,
N
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Wednesday, February 22, 2012
one hundred sixty-two
Let’s grow old together.
But wait. I don’t mean in the sense of simply growing old at the same time. I mean, let’s grow old together. Let’s enter each day of the rest of our lives together, and well, the old part, come what may. But whatever may come, let’s do this together.
I saw a couple in line together yesterday. They were together, that’s for sure. They were hand in hand and cheek to cheek. Even lip to lip as they waited. At first, I laughed at how uncomfortable they were making the senior just behind them. I think she was even blushing! But then it hit me—that used to be us. Maybe not so overtly physical in checkout lines and movie seats—but certainly physical, together. I want to be close to you again, in that same way, closer even.
I found an old letter yesterday. It was between the “file this” tray and the cabinet top. At first, as I read it, I felt like the senior in the checkout line, blushing at the sight of the uninhibited words penned on the pages. But then it hit me—that used to be us. Not “used to be” like the yearning for something lost, something almost forgotten, but the yearning for something that is familiar, a hands’ length away. A thing that is continually fragile, needing us both, but strong enough to hold us up when we can’t sustain each other or ourselves. I want more love letters. I want more of you. I want more of us.
Let’s grow old together, but before we do, let’s grow young now. Let’s enter each day of the rest of our lives hungry for each other like never before. Closer even than ever before. Kiss me all over without restraint, and I will reach for you. Write me endless love letters, and I will write you. Grow with me, and I will grow with you.
Written by L. B. on December 21, 2011
But wait. I don’t mean in the sense of simply growing old at the same time. I mean, let’s grow old together. Let’s enter each day of the rest of our lives together, and well, the old part, come what may. But whatever may come, let’s do this together.
I saw a couple in line together yesterday. They were together, that’s for sure. They were hand in hand and cheek to cheek. Even lip to lip as they waited. At first, I laughed at how uncomfortable they were making the senior just behind them. I think she was even blushing! But then it hit me—that used to be us. Maybe not so overtly physical in checkout lines and movie seats—but certainly physical, together. I want to be close to you again, in that same way, closer even.
I found an old letter yesterday. It was between the “file this” tray and the cabinet top. At first, as I read it, I felt like the senior in the checkout line, blushing at the sight of the uninhibited words penned on the pages. But then it hit me—that used to be us. Not “used to be” like the yearning for something lost, something almost forgotten, but the yearning for something that is familiar, a hands’ length away. A thing that is continually fragile, needing us both, but strong enough to hold us up when we can’t sustain each other or ourselves. I want more love letters. I want more of you. I want more of us.
Let’s grow old together, but before we do, let’s grow young now. Let’s enter each day of the rest of our lives hungry for each other like never before. Closer even than ever before. Kiss me all over without restraint, and I will reach for you. Write me endless love letters, and I will write you. Grow with me, and I will grow with you.
Written by L. B. on December 21, 2011
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
one hundred sixty-one
Can we just go ahead and end up together?
I’m not perfect. Neither are you.
But, we do pretty good together. I’d like to continue to pursue that challenge. I know that others will come along, but I don’t want to engage in the always-unknowing. I want you to be my known; the one that I get to know more and more each day.
Written by J. A. Busfield on December 28, 2011
I’m not perfect. Neither are you.
But, we do pretty good together. I’d like to continue to pursue that challenge. I know that others will come along, but I don’t want to engage in the always-unknowing. I want you to be my known; the one that I get to know more and more each day.
Written by J. A. Busfield on December 28, 2011
Monday, February 20, 2012
one hundred sixty
I followed you, because you asked me to come.
And then you started running away. I thought you were playing, that you wanted me to run after you, to catch you, to kiss you, to make love to you.
But every time I caught you, you wriggled out of my grasp and ran in another direction: sometimes faster, sometimes slower. But you always wore a sly grin as if daring me to miss out on the opportunity of maybe getting to see inside your soul.
I am tired of playing. I am tired of chasing. I want you more than I can say; but I’m winded with having to run after you over and over again without any time to enjoy satisfaction. I’m done.
Written by J. A. Busfield on December 27, 2011
And then you started running away. I thought you were playing, that you wanted me to run after you, to catch you, to kiss you, to make love to you.
But every time I caught you, you wriggled out of my grasp and ran in another direction: sometimes faster, sometimes slower. But you always wore a sly grin as if daring me to miss out on the opportunity of maybe getting to see inside your soul.
I am tired of playing. I am tired of chasing. I want you more than I can say; but I’m winded with having to run after you over and over again without any time to enjoy satisfaction. I’m done.
Written by J. A. Busfield on December 27, 2011
Sunday, February 19, 2012
one hundred fifty-nine
I won’t be scared – no matter what’s coming next.
You wanna know why?
Because, you’re here with me; and you are the best monster-killer I know.
Thank you for believing in my dreams and for killing the monsters that scare me.
Written by J. A. Busfield on December 27, 2011
You wanna know why?
Because, you’re here with me; and you are the best monster-killer I know.
Thank you for believing in my dreams and for killing the monsters that scare me.
Written by J. A. Busfield on December 27, 2011
Saturday, February 18, 2012
one hundred fifty-eight
I love it when you’re here to have coffee with me.
Thank you for choosing to be here; for spending time with me. I think you’re just about the coolest person ever; and, no, I don’t think you’re perfect, but you’re perfect for me. And I can’t seem to get enough of you.
Written by J. A. Busfield on December 26, 2011
Thank you for choosing to be here; for spending time with me. I think you’re just about the coolest person ever; and, no, I don’t think you’re perfect, but you’re perfect for me. And I can’t seem to get enough of you.
Written by J. A. Busfield on December 26, 2011
Friday, February 17, 2012
one hundred fifty-seven
We are starting a new year!
This year has been more up than down (finally!) & I have been so blessed with you & with our life together.
Last year favorites:
You brought so many things together for our family–finally clearing off the side porch, getting a new van, going with us to the art museum, buying the animals, finding a great house & doing all the work to buy it, clearing fences, teaching the kids how to ride crazy water slides at Emerald Pointe, helping the boys with their cub scout requirements.
The kids & I missed you at the beach. Next time you should come with us.
This has been such a full, wonderful year & I am so glad that we shared it together.
Written by K. B. on January 2, 2012
This year has been more up than down (finally!) & I have been so blessed with you & with our life together.
Last year favorites:
- together time–on the couch watching movies after the kid’s go to bed.
- present–the sheet music you bought me, so relaxing & pretty.
- new pet–hard to decide between the goat & the puppy, but the puppy smells better!
- big decision–buying a house.
You brought so many things together for our family–finally clearing off the side porch, getting a new van, going with us to the art museum, buying the animals, finding a great house & doing all the work to buy it, clearing fences, teaching the kids how to ride crazy water slides at Emerald Pointe, helping the boys with their cub scout requirements.
The kids & I missed you at the beach. Next time you should come with us.
This has been such a full, wonderful year & I am so glad that we shared it together.
Written by K. B. on January 2, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
one hundred fifty-six
He’s always been my best friend.
We always laughed and cried and shared together.
But then one night we took it further.
I believe every time he touches me I tremble for hours.
He is my friend. He is my lover. I trust him. I love him.
Thank you for the good things…
Written by J. C. on January 3, 2011
We always laughed and cried and shared together.
But then one night we took it further.
I believe every time he touches me I tremble for hours.
He is my friend. He is my lover. I trust him. I love him.
Thank you for the good things…
Written by J. C. on January 3, 2011
Friday, February 10, 2012
one hundred fifty-five
I went shopping tonight and passed by a display of Valentine's Day cards. I found one that was perfect for you. And then I found one that was a little more perfect for you, because it was more platonic. I stood there and debated which I should get you.
And as I stood there trying to figure out which would be the best option, a new and more honest thought dawned on me: neither was truly perfect, because they didn't express how I honestly feel about you. My heart sank as I accepted the truth: we aren't at a stage within our relationship that I can feel comfortable giving you any kind of Valentine's Day card. You've rejected me too many times and without some sort of positive reinforcement from your side, my heart tells me it's not ready to get slammed again - especially not during the holiday season. It would just be too depressing.
All of that said, I've still picked you to be my Valentine. Call me a glutton for punishment, I guess. In my deepest-darkest, most hopeful of spaces within my heart, I will daydream of us happy together. But in reality, I will write you a short note on plain card stock that will be sweet, and most importantly, to the point.
There's no trust for anything more than that.
Happy Valentine's Day.
And as I stood there trying to figure out which would be the best option, a new and more honest thought dawned on me: neither was truly perfect, because they didn't express how I honestly feel about you. My heart sank as I accepted the truth: we aren't at a stage within our relationship that I can feel comfortable giving you any kind of Valentine's Day card. You've rejected me too many times and without some sort of positive reinforcement from your side, my heart tells me it's not ready to get slammed again - especially not during the holiday season. It would just be too depressing.
All of that said, I've still picked you to be my Valentine. Call me a glutton for punishment, I guess. In my deepest-darkest, most hopeful of spaces within my heart, I will daydream of us happy together. But in reality, I will write you a short note on plain card stock that will be sweet, and most importantly, to the point.
There's no trust for anything more than that.
Happy Valentine's Day.
one hundred fifty-four
I miss her to mucchh! :(
I am away for a week and im not going to see her for ages. Love is the best emotion but then it is also the worst as it can hurt you so much. I know a week isn’t long at all, but going from every day seeing her beautiful face and watching her perfect smile and her glowing eyes to not seeing anything of her for a week.
I’m deeply in love with you and I miss you so fucking much ;(
Written by jammiiiii
I am away for a week and im not going to see her for ages. Love is the best emotion but then it is also the worst as it can hurt you so much. I know a week isn’t long at all, but going from every day seeing her beautiful face and watching her perfect smile and her glowing eyes to not seeing anything of her for a week.
I’m deeply in love with you and I miss you so fucking much ;(
Written by jammiiiii
Thursday, February 9, 2012
one hundred fifty-three
Thank you for giving me your phone number; you don’t know how many
times I’ve wanted to call and share with you, but I am not sure what to
say: “Remember me? The girl you just met the other day?”
And then I feel foolish for not already calling and for leaving things hanging in the way I have. We should go out for drinks. Teach me this area; share with me your love and passion for the locals. And yes, help me find my colors; help me choose the ones that will make me beautiful.
Written by J. A. Busfield
And then I feel foolish for not already calling and for leaving things hanging in the way I have. We should go out for drinks. Teach me this area; share with me your love and passion for the locals. And yes, help me find my colors; help me choose the ones that will make me beautiful.
Written by J. A. Busfield
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
one hundred fifty-two
“Your aura is incredible;
if you don’t have to go: don’t”*
I’m completely blindsided,
but welcome more, if you please.
My lower lip may not last for much longer,
and I am sure that my cheeks will burn off.
But I know that my smile is real, genuine – painless;
And I can feel the light shining from my eyes.
All that passion for life – tapped,
And ready to explode.
I’m still in shock;
Trying to figure it all out.
And then remind myself,
It doesn’t really matter.
(Except to say, thanks-
For seeing what I thought was gone.)
*Lyrics from Don’t Stop the Music by Rihanna
Written by J. A. Busfield
if you don’t have to go: don’t”*
I’m completely blindsided,
but welcome more, if you please.
My lower lip may not last for much longer,
and I am sure that my cheeks will burn off.
But I know that my smile is real, genuine – painless;
And I can feel the light shining from my eyes.
All that passion for life – tapped,
And ready to explode.
I’m still in shock;
Trying to figure it all out.
And then remind myself,
It doesn’t really matter.
(Except to say, thanks-
For seeing what I thought was gone.)
*Lyrics from Don’t Stop the Music by Rihanna
Written by J. A. Busfield
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
one hundred fifty-one
If you say something often enough it becomes true, right?
Even if it is only in my own mind.
My new goal is to tell myself everyday that I love you.
No matter what else is going on, no matter what you have done or how I really feel.
If our relationship is going to be wonderful, amazing & beautiful, I should start believing it! I do not mean to imply that I don’t believe we have something lovely right now. But can’t we always be better? So I will try to be more loving, acting it out even when I don’t feel it 100%.
Written by K. B. on January 19, 2012
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Even if it is only in my own mind.
My new goal is to tell myself everyday that I love you.
No matter what else is going on, no matter what you have done or how I really feel.
If our relationship is going to be wonderful, amazing & beautiful, I should start believing it! I do not mean to imply that I don’t believe we have something lovely right now. But can’t we always be better? So I will try to be more loving, acting it out even when I don’t feel it 100%.
Written by K. B. on January 19, 2012
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Monday, February 6, 2012
one hundred fifty
All that came out of my mouth was, “thank you for taking care of me
this weekend;” but I wish you could have felt my heart swell as I
reflected on how your care of me, for me had touched me so deeply.
It was a moment when I wished there was a USB cord that would connect my heart to yours…but then, that would probably transfer more than you’d want to know.
Just know that it mattered to me…
The time we spent together was special.
You are special to me; and I can’t imagine ever wanting you more.
Written by J. B. on January 25, 2012
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It was a moment when I wished there was a USB cord that would connect my heart to yours…but then, that would probably transfer more than you’d want to know.
Just know that it mattered to me…
The time we spent together was special.
You are special to me; and I can’t imagine ever wanting you more.
Written by J. B. on January 25, 2012
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Sunday, February 5, 2012
one hundred forty-nine
A,
It is winter in the midwest, and we are all hunkered down for the snow. Thanksgiving and Christmas have passed and because we have lived here our whole lives all we can do is be prepared and wait. Winters in Michigan make everyone crave carbs, warm pajama pants and sleep.
You are working so hard now, and rarely are you home. When you are, I get the pleasure of watching you sleep. You sleep so hard and for so long. Dogs bark, TV channels change and still, you do not stir.
I am always restless, I am a tried and true insomniac, but that gives me time to study your face, to watch your pale skin pink at the cheeks, listen to your even breath rise and fall, rise and fall.
We’ve been married six months and still you make me nervous, still I can’t sleep, eat or keep my thoughts from coming back to you.
We want to stay married a long time, like your grandparents, who have just celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary. I can see this happening...
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Written by K. W. on January 25, 2012
It is winter in the midwest, and we are all hunkered down for the snow. Thanksgiving and Christmas have passed and because we have lived here our whole lives all we can do is be prepared and wait. Winters in Michigan make everyone crave carbs, warm pajama pants and sleep.
You are working so hard now, and rarely are you home. When you are, I get the pleasure of watching you sleep. You sleep so hard and for so long. Dogs bark, TV channels change and still, you do not stir.
I am always restless, I am a tried and true insomniac, but that gives me time to study your face, to watch your pale skin pink at the cheeks, listen to your even breath rise and fall, rise and fall.
We’ve been married six months and still you make me nervous, still I can’t sleep, eat or keep my thoughts from coming back to you.
We want to stay married a long time, like your grandparents, who have just celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary. I can see this happening...
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Written by K. W. on January 25, 2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
one hundred forty-eight
Why can’t we just talk about it?
I know it is making you unhappy; now I am unhappy watching you mope around. If we could just spit it out, I would say sorry, you would say sorry, we could snuggle & agree to work through it together. Sadly, I know that will not happen. You never seem to want to talk about things & I am tired of always bearing the initiative.
How sad; now we will both be going our separate ways (if only for a few days) instead of enjoying our life together. You will be sitting at home feeling rejected & hurt while I am out trying to have fun with my friends...
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Written by K. B. on January 26, 2012
Comments: Category — I’m sorry.
Written during on of those silent disagreements that most couples have, some more than others.
I know it is making you unhappy; now I am unhappy watching you mope around. If we could just spit it out, I would say sorry, you would say sorry, we could snuggle & agree to work through it together. Sadly, I know that will not happen. You never seem to want to talk about things & I am tired of always bearing the initiative.
How sad; now we will both be going our separate ways (if only for a few days) instead of enjoying our life together. You will be sitting at home feeling rejected & hurt while I am out trying to have fun with my friends...
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Written by K. B. on January 26, 2012
Comments: Category — I’m sorry.
Written during on of those silent disagreements that most couples have, some more than others.
Friday, February 3, 2012
one hundred forty-seven
It’s cruel the tricks your memories can play.
You were in my dreams again last night, same as last week. These innocent, random dreams occur every so often, and every time it is so real, I wake up with my heart pounding, stomach churning, your smell-sound-feel still in my senses. Then I remember…and now the feelings change.
I haven’t actually seen you or heard your voice in years, but the cruel part of my brain holds the memories of you hostage, to throw in my face at random. And when those memories surface, the physical pain takes my breath. The cliche of a ”knife in the heart” comes to mind, but doesn’t even touch the reality.
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Written by K. F. on January 26, 2012
Comments: Partially inspired by the song ”Someone Like You” by Adele.
You were in my dreams again last night, same as last week. These innocent, random dreams occur every so often, and every time it is so real, I wake up with my heart pounding, stomach churning, your smell-sound-feel still in my senses. Then I remember…and now the feelings change.
I haven’t actually seen you or heard your voice in years, but the cruel part of my brain holds the memories of you hostage, to throw in my face at random. And when those memories surface, the physical pain takes my breath. The cliche of a ”knife in the heart” comes to mind, but doesn’t even touch the reality.
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Written by K. F. on January 26, 2012
Comments: Partially inspired by the song ”Someone Like You” by Adele.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
one hundred forty-six
I’m black, you’re white
I’m older, you’re younger
I hide behind the curtain, you take the stage
I think little of me, you say the greatest things about me
I rely on one color, you embrace the whole spectrum
So many other differences, to you they don’t matter
I would think the difference we have would set us worlds apart
But your smiles, your hugs, your encouragement, your prayers, your tears,
your LOVE always places us together as one.
You let me know straight up we have more alike than we have different.
Sista Girl, Thank You! You are like a big sister! I Love You!!!
Written by T. B. on January 18, 2012
Comments: This small piece was written to express how much the relationship of my ”sista girl” means to me despite the differences that could have kept us apart. Thankful for the many ”sista girls” out there who make the difference in another sista girl’s life.
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I’m older, you’re younger
I hide behind the curtain, you take the stage
I think little of me, you say the greatest things about me
I rely on one color, you embrace the whole spectrum
So many other differences, to you they don’t matter
I would think the difference we have would set us worlds apart
But your smiles, your hugs, your encouragement, your prayers, your tears,
your LOVE always places us together as one.
You let me know straight up we have more alike than we have different.
Sista Girl, Thank You! You are like a big sister! I Love You!!!
Written by T. B. on January 18, 2012
Comments: This small piece was written to express how much the relationship of my ”sista girl” means to me despite the differences that could have kept us apart. Thankful for the many ”sista girls” out there who make the difference in another sista girl’s life.
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