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Name: Adam
Birthday: 11/3/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: SOCCER: Defense
GOOD BOOKS: Lord of the Rings, Silmarillion, Till We Have Faces, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, The Four Loves, The Plague, Lord of the Flies
MUSIC: Dave Matthews, Creed, Yellowcard, All-American Rejects, Led Zepplin, Carbon Leaf...
MOVIES: Pride and Predjudice, Boondock Saints, Lord of the Rings, Troy, Snatch, Fightclub, Gallipoli, Blackhawk Down, Tears of the Sun, Braveheart...
and the comments people leave on this site...
Expertise: making a fool out of myself ::
saying the wrong thing at exactly the right time ::
holding my breath ::
dressing myself ::
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
11/7/2004
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The ghost of you is here,
Like the dust that falls in the
window pane, dancing in the sun
All the love you had to give, the
love I did not take,
Combined with what I never showed
was the worst mistake
And as I read your letter here it
burns my hands to hold
The words you said, so close to me;
and yet it’s been so long…
Why are fools so young? And why do
older hearts realize too late
Which precautions were mistakes and
which mistakes were right.
Every night I prayed to find the
right girl for my heart,
And looking back on all those years
I see I missed it from the start,
Cuz every day you spent with me was
an answer to my prayers,
But every time you looked at me,
all I saw were stares.
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| Feb. 14,1977
Dear St. Valentine,
I'm writing to you about a beautiful young lady who has been in this household for 25 years now—come March 4.
I
have a request to make of you but before doing so feel you should know
more about her. For one thing she has 2 hearts—her own and mine. I'm
not complaining. I gave her mine willingingly, and like it right where
it is. Her name is Nancy but for some time now I've called her Mommie
and don't believe I could change.
My request of you is—could
you on this day whisper in her ear that someone loves her ver much and
more and more each day? Also tell her, this "Someone" would run down
like a dollar clock without her so she must always stay where she is.
Then
tell her if she wants to know who that "Someone" is to just turn her
head to the left. I'll be across the room waiting to see if you told
her. If you'll do this for me, I'll be very happy knowing that she
knows I love her with all my heart.
Thank you,
"Someone"
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| Moving on in life...forgotten but not gone (just moved) http://cedesofglass.blogspot.com/ ch-ch-ch-check it out! | | |
| I don't know if I'm a jerk or not, but death doesn't make me sad at all. Relatives, close family friends...it doesn't matter. I can't really figure it out. When my grandpa died, every one around me was sad, and I just felt like I was watching some sort of movie or something. I was there, but not emotional at all. Sometimes I've tried to imagine my best friends dying, or siblings, and it kinda makes me sad, but not really.
Life is temporary anyway. It's not like we have a right to keep people around or anything...I mean there are so many little deaths each day --when people move away, or get in fights or something like that...it's basically the same thing. (at least to me)
Think of someone you used to know when you were little, whom you no longer keep in contact with...what's the difference if they are alive or dead?
Part of my lack of greif I guess is because as a Christian I know it's not the end, but I'm afraid that some sadness is appropriate and that I'm lacking it....
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| Have you ever sat on the porch of an abandonded house and watched lightning over the ocean? It's sweet.
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