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NEWEST ************************** Thursday, Sept. 15, 2005 - 02:28 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:
"I
thought I'd, forget you, but I guess I, forgot to." ***************************************************************
Funny when you stop and think,
Your still the one. *************************************************************** I don’t know why but the memories of her came back to me today, bringing with
them that smile I loved, the lines of her body and that little crease in her brow when she got angry or excited. It seems now that she was such a big part of my life for so long and
then all of a sudden she was gone and I haven't seen her in such a long time but still my memories of her
come back to me when I least expect them to. I suppose to her it was a brief ripple in time about which I am positive she never spares a passing thought. Time, for me, has faded certain details about her, but others remain as clear as a reflection in a mirror and just as sharp and painful as the jagged glass that cuts when the mirror is shattered. I can no longer call up
so readily all of those details of her face that I had seared into my memory. Was that dimple when she smiled on her left cheek or the right? Did she tilt her head to the left or right when she was thoughtful? Were her eyes hazel or brown? What I do remember is the way I felt when she walked into a room, how my heart would break when she left it. She told me time and time again that she cared for me as a person in general and that I was a really sweet guy, but that she just couldn't see the future between us I wished so desperately she would. Too many times I picked up the pieces of my shattered heart and crawled away until I couldn’t stand the pain any more and one day just
walked away. I won't lie to you now and say that I don't miss her still. No matter how many times one tries to glue a heart back together it never does come out the way it was before it broke. It's strange how the heart tries to mend but still leaves the scar of what it has endured. Maybe that's the best kind of heart, the one with the battle scars to show where it has been, what it has lost and gained and lost again. The heart that knows sorrow also knows what it can survive, what it needs to keep dear forever, and when it needs to let go. Structured
And Organized You have a knack for thinking clearly.
You are very logical - and you don't let your thoughts get polluted with emotions.
And while your thoughts are pretty serious, they're anything from boring.
It's minds like yours that have built the great cities of the world! You Are
Elegant, Withdrawn, And Brilliant.
Your mind is a weapon, able to solve any puzzle.
You are also great at poking holes in arguments and common beliefs.
For you, comfort and calm are very important.
You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection.
You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong.
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