Loved and lost.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
 
My heart and my head are playing tug of war.
 
Monday, November 21, 2005
 
You're confusing me. I can't use the excuse that my relationship wasn't on solid ground, this time.

I love you with all of my heart. You give me that can't eat, can't sleep, kind of feeling. We've been through good, we've been through bad. We've seen each other cry during our darkest hours, and we've been together through some of our happiest days. We've been to birthdays and funerals together. My feelings for you have never changed overe the past 5 years. I know it will all be okay in the end. Whatever's meant to be will happen.

Until then, I do ejoy talking to you for hours on end, and I enjoy your company and your friendship.
 
Friday, November 18, 2005
 
Are you in my head?

How can you describe the life you want to have, and it be identical to what I want. Right down to the porch swing on the veranda of an log country home?! How is that possible?

You keep continuously, sporadically, popping back into my life. You stay, and then you go. Just long enough to get my emotions in a furry. If you're going to come, then stay. Let's settle this.

We talk, and maybe it's just me, but we prance around the truth. Let's get it out in the open. No hidden feelings. Let's take care of this business.

Here's what I want. This is my dream. It won't happen, but this is always how I visualised my adulthood.

I want to live in a big old country home, with a couple dogs and various other animals. A small barn with a couple of horses. You'll drive a black dodge ram, and you'll be a farmer. I'll be a dental hygienist or a dietitian. A comfortable job, with a good income. We'll eventually have some children. We'll be so in love. We'll sit on the porch swing in the morning, with coffee, and watch the sun come up. We'll go for walks through the fields in the evening, talking about old times and good times. We'll lie in the back of your truck, watching the stars. Walk on the beach, where we fell in love. I'll cook you dinner and it will be your favorite part of the day. I'll help you fix the fences, I'll feed the animals. I'll wave to you as you plow the fields. We'll laugh together, and cry sometimes too. But we'll be together. We'll be so in love.
 
Thursday, November 17, 2005
 
"You're the only person who makes sense."

Well, what does that tell you hun?
 

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