Home again, home again.

I can't figure out what I'm trying to say here. But not everything has to change. Just because I'm semi moving out, just because school is starting, just because of things that will bloom like ink stains on a cheesecloth. I don't have to lose myself in the current. And not everything needs to change.


It's not like what I already have is anything less than golden.

Let's kick-start this engine again, shall we?

No time left! Life happens.

I'm singing the same lines all over again.

No reason for sorrow, no reason for spite.

My First Kiss

Well, he didn't text, and he won't acknowledge my comment on facebook. So I shall just talk to myself here. He doesn't understand what I mean when I tell him I love him. What I'm really saying, when I say "I love you", is "I love who you are, I appreciate the person you have grown to be, I trust you, I'm choosing to be with you, and no one else can take your place in my heart".

Why won't he see that?

Honesty and compassion are more important than wealth, or status. Why won't he see that the first thing I did when I got home was open our scrapbook to read and re-read the things he wrote about us.

Baby I know we are different, and once in awhile we can't help but compare. But can we not start now? I thought we were stronger than this. And I just want you to talk to me.

And so it is,

I haven't been posting much of late because I don't have the time to sit and brood. Too many things happening at the same time. All moving really fast.

But of course, it's all over now.

What do you feel?

Love is patient, love is kind.

You love me and you don't mind, that I'm not so perfect.

Why were you there? And what do you mean you meant to call?

I'm sorry dear ol' blog of mine, I forgot you existed.

That don't mean I don't love you no more, it really don't. I'm just growing up.

You. Wow!

SA WHY ARE YOU GOING TO BRISTOL? I HATE YOU FOREVER.