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NEWEST ************************** Friday, Jan. 07, 2005 - 12:28 a.m. ************************** "There are things in this world that make me cry;" "There are things in my head I dare not touch;" "There are reasons why I don’t;" "There are too many questions;" "There are not enough answers;" "There are never enough answers;" "These are just words;" "They
are here for you..."
Newest 5 Entries: My Suicide... (Updated) - Sunday, Jun. 17, 2007 |
QUOTE FOR THE DAY:
"You
know that it is love when you want to share everything with her, even her pain.
You know that it is love when you can't stop thinking about her. You know it is love when your happiness is
dependant upon hers. But, most of all, you know it is love when you'd rather see
her be with someone else and happy, rather than with you and unhappy. At least that's how I know." --Damien ***************************************************************
How do you know when you are ready to dive into another relationship? I guess when you ask yourself that question you may be ready. I think I may be ready, but am not fully sure of that. I guess I am missing being a part of someone’s world. I long for the whispers and loving touches. I
guess what I miss is the feeling of coming home when I look into her eyes. That is what it has always felt like to me. It feels as though all is right in the world and you have come home, to a place where there is comfort and care. When they wrap their arms around you, they not only enclose your body, but also your heart with warmth and love. Within their fingertips they hold the key, the key that releases your soul and allows it to fly effortlessly and gracefully. It’s during that time that smiles come easy. They aren’t merely simple smiles, but smiles that make you feel alive inside. They lend a sparkle to your eyes and for me, they changed my eye colour from the normal blue to the blue that fills the sky. I may be ready for that again. I may be ready to take a chance. What can it hurt, right? Just my heart.. but why worry about the end result before even beginning. Someone brilliant told me that today and she was right. How can I worry about how it will end, if I don’t even get my toes wet again? I can’t. It may be time. It may be time to get my toes wet again. I miss the feeling of the warm water flowing over my bare skin. I miss the feeling of submerging my being with another. It just may be time… "If you wait for me
Then I'll come for you. Although I've travelled
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