Love is a pretty cool thing. It is blind because it sees and accepts all. There isn't one thing I would change about you so don't feel that you are inadequate. I love you. I miss you more than you know. There are so many words I have for you, most of which include the ones mentioned above. There are questions I want to ask but they aren't really all that important right now. I need you. A thousand times over, I need you. This withdrawal is making me sick. Like I can't breathe without you. I don't want to move along by myself. I don't want to wake up anymore, not seeing you there. Don't want to see anything unless it is from you. Don't want to hear anything but your vioce. Everywhere I go, I look for you. Subconsciously, I look. Just hoping against hope that one day I may just see you somewhere. And then I think... what am I doing? I know you are not there but that doesn't stop me from hoping. BUt maybe one day you'll show up. And maybe this time for more than ten minutes. Either way, I'll be here... waiting. Always hoping, looking, searching, wondering. I love you. -Me
Location: this is not a city or town, British Columbia, Canada
I am going to resume where I left off after coming to the rather inescapable conclusion that I cannot be something other than what I am. As Popeye said 'I yam what I yam.' So as fair warning I will preface all further comments with the following: If you are thin skinned please move on as there are bound to be some minor items that may offend some. If however, you feel that you can stand a little colour and are less than singularily predisposed, you may well find a bit of humour within. For those of you who cannot, I apologize in advance, not just for the blog's contents but for the reduction in overall enjoyment of life that you have placed upon yourself.
Thank you for staying and I hope you will enjoy.
A.
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Love is a pretty cool thing. It is blind because it sees and accepts all. There isn't one thing I would change about you so don't feel that you are inadequate. I love you. I miss you more than you know. There are so many words I have for you, most of which include the ones mentioned above. There are questions I want to ask but they aren't really all that important right now. I need you. A thousand times over, I need you. This withdrawal is making me sick. Like I can't breathe without you. I don't want to move along by myself. I don't want to wake up anymore, not seeing you there. Don't want to see anything unless it is from you. Don't want to hear anything but your vioce. Everywhere I go, I look for you. Subconsciously, I look. Just hoping against hope that one day I may just see you somewhere. And then I think... what am I doing? I know you are not there but that doesn't stop me from hoping. BUt maybe one day you'll show up. And maybe this time for more than ten minutes. Either way, I'll be here... waiting. Always hoping, looking, searching, wondering. I love you.
-Me
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