tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58436402011-04-21T12:41:33.343-07:00Loved and lost.Brianoreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-91113477829534577442007-11-23T15:34:00.000-08:002007-11-23T15:35:03.902-08:00You're so good to me Baby BabyI want to lock you up in my closet, when no one's aroundI want to put your hand in my pocket, because you're allowedI want to drive you into the corner, and kiss you without a soundI want to stay this way forever, I'll say it loudNow you're in and you can't get outYou make me so hotMake me wanna dropYou're so ridiculousI can barely stopI can hardly breatheYou make meBrianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-86055666564899374002007-06-08T06:00:00.000-07:002007-06-08T06:01:38.279-07:00I have to hate you for setting a standard that nobody else can reach.It makes dating and relationships rather impossible.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-18807613069507645362007-05-17T15:42:00.001-07:002007-05-17T15:42:41.935-07:00I am head over heels in love with a man I will never have.And I wouldn't have it any other way.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-43850472753736611342007-03-24T16:50:00.001-07:002007-03-24T16:50:43.324-07:00People often make mistakes.Sometimes the influence of emotion, guilt, or simple curiosity forces us into making wrong decisions.I think you made a wrong decision, you never gave us a chance.I think you caved into your loneliness.We could've been wonderful, you know. We still could be.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-80371505411630225712007-02-25T06:31:00.000-08:002007-02-25T06:37:05.510-08:00It's so unfair.I hate this feeling. This feeling that lingers after you've shown up unexpectedly. The aftermath that's felt deep inside my heart after I've been so, so happy to see you, and then you have to leave again. As quickly as you came, you're gone. Who knows when I'll see you again. But those few hours that I can see you in the flesh, touch you, and hear your voice.. are worth it. I Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1169690097170308792007-01-24T17:49:00.000-08:002007-01-24T17:54:57.180-08:00"I want him without all the complexities"Couldn't have said it better myself.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1167800321276261622007-01-02T20:58:00.000-08:002007-01-02T20:58:41.290-08:00Just go ahead and break it.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1164401820637603622006-11-24T12:52:00.000-08:002006-11-24T12:57:00.656-08:00Maybe you had her, maybe you lost her to another.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1163374462745132022006-11-12T15:33:00.000-08:002006-11-12T15:34:22.756-08:00I hate how incredibely vulnerable I become whenever I feel like this.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1160830567092191392006-10-14T05:54:00.000-07:002006-10-14T05:56:07.103-07:00You may be taller than me, thinner than me, maybe even smarter than me; But bitch, you can't outrun me.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1159447647705623282006-09-28T05:45:00.000-07:002006-09-28T05:47:27.716-07:00I'll play the bigger person this time.But trust me, if you only knew.. An eye for an eye, sweetheart.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1159231576125389342006-09-25T17:45:00.000-07:002006-09-25T17:46:16.136-07:00I guess I'm going to have to hurt, guess I'm going to have to cry.Sometimes moving on with the rest of your life, starts with goodbye.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1158531755417519872006-09-17T15:21:00.000-07:002006-09-17T15:22:35.443-07:00Sweet, sweet infatuation. It's been too long.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1157290928743566742006-09-03T06:41:00.000-07:002006-09-03T06:42:08.756-07:00I just... feel really good about this.This is where I want to be.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1157247971090814372006-09-02T18:45:00.000-07:002006-09-02T18:46:11.103-07:00"Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons. But, when all is said and done, they have one thing in common - they are shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity and in a flash they are gone."- The NotebookBrianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1155906220083590742006-08-18T05:06:00.000-07:002006-08-18T06:03:40.106-07:00These next few weeks are going to be the best of the summer.The uncertainty is exhilerating. The freedom liberating. This is what I've been waiting for.Why didn't I do it sooner?I'll get you.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1155581889555841022006-08-14T11:51:00.000-07:002006-08-14T11:58:09.566-07:00They say you change so much in your 20's. I don't disagree.I want to be free. Travel the world. Go to school in a different province. Meet new friends, date new boys. Free myself from my past.This relationship is past it's best before date. Stale. Uncomfortable. Unfun.Yet.. restraining. Impossible to dislodge from. Broken in. Familiar. Annoying. Frustrating. Aggrevating. Bipolar.I dreamt about Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1138367597387581752006-01-27T05:12:00.000-08:002006-01-27T05:13:17.403-08:00I am a dreamer but when I wake,You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.And as you move on, remember me,Remember us and all we used to beI've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.I've watched you sleeping for a while.I'd be the father of your child.I'd spend a lifetime with you.I know your fears and you know mine.We've had our doubts but now we're fine,And I love you, I swear that's Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1132855163704615862005-11-24T09:59:00.000-08:002005-11-24T09:59:23.713-08:00My heart and my head are playing tug of war.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1132609469454967272005-11-21T13:41:00.000-08:002005-11-21T13:44:29.463-08:00You'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. MyBrianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1132337965062904962005-11-18T10:06:00.000-08:002005-11-18T10:19:25.073-08:00Are 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, Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1132226762551329562005-11-17T03:25:00.000-08:002005-11-17T03:26:02.560-08:00"You're the only person who makes sense."Well, what does that tell you hun?Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1130607379908472942005-10-29T10:31:00.000-07:002005-10-29T10:36:19.920-07:00Life would be so much more simple if I didn't feel so completely happy whenever I see you, we hug, kiss on the cheek.. and that's that. When I'm with you, I can't even describe what is I feel. It's something I do not feel with anyone else, and never have felt with anyone else. It's the best feeling in the world. It makes me sad that I can't have that feeling ALL of the time. You are the love of Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1129251185054722002005-10-13T17:52:00.000-07:002005-10-13T17:53:05.060-07:00An MSN conversation.A freakin' MSN conversation.And my eyes are glittering and my hearts pounding, and I'm gloating inside.I need to get a life.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1125204706219120092005-08-27T21:50:00.000-07:002005-08-27T21:51:46.223-07:00What the hell was that and where did it come from. A little ball of spinning emotions. Always there in the back of my mind, mangled amoungst other things. Tonight was nice. I enjoyed the drive home. I enjoyed the love life conversation. I can honestly say I will make more efforts to have more nights like this.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1124806242155020442005-08-23T07:06:00.000-07:002005-08-23T07:10:42.160-07:00If forever's all we have, what are we waiting for.Thank you Ryan, for providing me with the confidence to help me realize I am beautiful, I am wanted, and can be happy.Thank you Jon, for sharing what we had with me; Teaching me that true love is more than a fairytale; For always being a friend. You'll always be on that pedestal noone else can reach.Thank you Dan, for lending a listening ear; For Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1118165049983746142005-06-07T10:18:00.000-07:002005-06-07T10:24:09.990-07:00Everything I've always wanted has happened. Not the best timing, but has happened never the less. Where to go from here? I don't want my emotions thrown around like toys, nor do I want to be used as an object. But at the same time I can't be in a relationship. Time will tell.I'm leaving behind a great person. Following your heart is now easy. In fact, it really hurts sometimes. But I have to knowBrianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1118012461678026702005-06-05T15:27:00.000-07:002005-06-05T16:01:01.683-07:00I have mixed feelings about last night.I was elated to hear him saying what he was saying, even if he was drinking. All of the emotions built up inside of me were being spoken through his mouth. How could he be telling me everything that my soul's been hiding? It was beautiful.He told me I was beatiful, that I was the first girl he ever loved, that I had always been there for him and made him Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1116072939843398082005-05-14T05:10:00.000-07:002005-05-14T05:15:39.846-07:00Why are there so many beautiful boys in the world?I'm so confused. Went out last night. Met this guy. Cool guy. Cute guy. We have so much in common- he's doing a kiniesiology degree at UNB, plays basketball, his dad drove horses with my dad, and he's a gym rat. Okay, is this not totally ME?! Maybe it was the alcohol, but I felt something. Maybe it was his words, telling me that he'd never met a Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1110373812200199342005-03-09T05:08:00.000-08:002005-03-09T05:10:12.203-08:00I fell in love again. I really, truely did. I thought I never would. But I feel this lovely sensation again. With hope and dreams of being with him for a very long time. I feel safe, secure, comfortable.This is the real thing. I've grown enough to appreciate it now.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1087868293183771772004-06-21T18:37:00.000-07:002004-06-21T18:38:13.183-07:00Oh baby. Haven't felt that rush in a while.. WOW. If only...Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1087701160724962902004-06-19T20:10:00.000-07:002004-06-19T20:12:40.723-07:00Do I even want to move on? What's my problem... Why is this feeling still in my tummy? Why do my knees shake whenever he's around? URGH.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1086925562105951292004-06-10T20:44:00.000-07:002004-06-10T20:46:02.106-07:00I've done it. I've accepted it. Like chemistry, it all came together at once and clicked- making perfectly logical sense.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1082262879547374172004-04-17T21:34:00.000-07:002004-04-17T21:38:40.640-07:00Is it all in my head? Am I reliving feelings that no longer exist? I must move on. I must accept what will not be, because we're both happy. And that, is what is really supposed to be. Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1077080297428916102004-02-17T20:58:00.000-08:002004-02-17T21:00:55.860-08:00But more than anything I miss the drives out York road to Friston. I miss the panty car, and I miss the beach. I miss jazz concerts and corney horror movies. I miss hugs between classes and kisses at the end of the day. I miss my shaggy blond haired boy who cries when he gets a bad mark.
But we've grown up, and we've moved on and that's life. Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1077080101517995182004-02-17T20:55:00.000-08:002004-02-17T20:57:39.983-08:00Sometimes I miss him too. As much of a jerk as he was.. I do miss his compassionate side, his sense of humour, his conversations. I miss driving and talking for hours sometimes and I wonder if she makes him as happy as I did. I wonder if they do the same things we did, driving through Victoria Park and going to DQ for blizzards. Does Webber like her? Do Marilyn and Richard like her? Is my pictureBrianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1076709215493011172004-02-13T13:53:00.000-08:002004-02-13T13:56:08.076-08:00I can't keep from smiling whenever I deny that I'm in love with you.
"Life passes so quickly, you've got to take the time
Or you'll miss what really matters, you'll miss all the signs
I've spent my life searching, for what was always there,
Sometimes it will be too late, sometimes it won't be fair.
Throw away the chains, Let love fly away
Till love comes again, I'll be okay" - Amanda Marshall's Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1076269248868086542004-02-08T11:40:00.000-08:002004-02-08T11:43:14.530-08:00You are the one. The one. Never have I ever had the slightest bit of doubt. I felt crushed last night when you told me she was the one for you, but I'm still so happy for you.. That you found love again. You deserve it more than anyone. But I know what's meant to be.. and what will be. You love me and I love you, we acknowledge this.
I love you so much. Everything in my body is screaming it.
Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1074088059889789652004-01-14T05:47:00.000-08:002004-01-14T05:49:30.860-08:00A sudden realization that what I felt is not what I feel. For him, at least.
But the present, on the other hand, it's so exciting. Similar to the past yet far better in so many ways. Finally I've been swept by a brush of luck! What more could I ask for? Everything I've ever dreamed of is right before my eyes.. is mine. Oh how I love to love; To be in love, to feel the sensations that it brings.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1072623907091881872003-12-28T07:05:00.000-08:002003-12-28T07:05:24.233-08:00Funny isn't it? How quickly you can meet someone who can turn your whole world around, sweep you off your feet. I'm diving head first, falling so fast, not sure what to expect.. but enjoying it all the same.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1072199743279957562003-12-23T09:15:00.000-08:002003-12-23T09:15:59.006-08:00 All of my life, where have you been? I'm wonderin' if I'll ever see you again..
And if that day comes, I know we could win, I'm wonderin' if I'll ever see you again Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1072199397503381032003-12-23T09:09:00.000-08:002003-12-23T09:10:13.310-08:00I am so completely, head over heels in love with you. I want to laugh and cry with you, watch you sleep and wake up with your arms around me.. like the good old days.
Someday I'll laugh and tell you to come a little closer.. I'll kiss you and tell you I've wanted to do it for so, so long. I'll tell you that I have to tell you something, then I'll confess how in love with you I am. Then we'll beBrianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1071760595542861012003-12-18T07:16:00.000-08:002003-12-18T07:16:49.940-08:00Sitting in the back of that old Chrysler Dynasty.. your arms wrapped around me, listening to "Heres to the Night - Eve 6". Watching the stars. You kiss me, and tell me you love me but you're 16 and what's love to you? Whatever it be, we've still got it.
Running on the beach, holding hands, watching the sunset, just smiling. The time flys when we're together, it slips away too fast and we could Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1071671776442154412003-12-17T06:36:00.000-08:002003-12-17T06:36:30.313-08:00I see you. Our eyes light up. You put your arm around me and my head still fits perfectly on your shoulder. Your warm golden skin embraces me and I know that if you didn't pull away, I could've stayed like that forever.
I still love you so much. Others have come and gone, but you have always stayed in my heart. Until the end of time, my love.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1070338751968763392003-12-01T20:19:00.000-08:002003-12-01T20:19:22.123-08:00Her name is mentioned, his betrayal remembered. Panic, rage, pain rushes through my viens.
I think of you.
Draining. Equilibrium. Softness.
I'm happy. Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1069567445213870192003-11-22T22:04:00.000-08:002003-11-22T22:04:13.106-08:00Love does not alter when it alteration finds.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1069124235597504012003-11-17T18:57:00.000-08:002003-11-17T18:57:21.453-08:00We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
THe past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
The lonely light of morning
The wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I have held so dear.
Close calls with death interfere with my feelings, and my path seems so much clearer now. Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1068520668596726362003-11-10T19:17:00.000-08:002003-11-10T19:17:53.240-08:00The first cut is the deepest, try to love again..
Something inside of me still skips a little dance everytime I look you in the eyes...
And something in you skips back.Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1067748271500464142003-11-01T20:44:00.000-08:002003-11-01T21:45:27.520-08:00We danced anyway....
Listening to these old songs brings me back to happy times with you. I can't believe it's been 2 years now. But I listen to them, and I just smile because thinking of you makes me happy. You were, afterall, my first real boyfriend, first dance with a boy, first kiss, etc etc. That's what got me.. the dance. I'd never felt anything so strongly before. Remembering how you Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1067710833681624382003-11-01T10:20:00.000-08:002003-11-01T10:20:35.980-08:00Some people come into your life, stay for a while and leave footprints on your heart as they go. Such a sad concept. Everyone serves their purpose on your journey through life. Some stay longer than others, but they all teach us a lesson. With that lesson usually comes hurt and pain, but if it weren't for that, we wouldn't learn. It's because of the hurt that we avoid making the same mistake Brianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5843640.post-1064192228278084332003-09-21T17:57:00.000-07:002003-09-21T17:57:07.700-07:00The void that you left still hasn't been filled. Not one ounce of pain has been relieved. I love being your friend, I love talking to you until I fall asleep at night, I love everything about you. Especially those big blue eyes and that gorgeous smile. When you kiss me, I want it to last forever. I just want you to hold me and tell me you'll never let go. I love you so very much my dear. I find aBrianoreply@blogger.com