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take me here

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if you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?

if you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?

if you are not mine then why does your heart return my call?

if you are not mine would i have the strength to stand at all?

i'll never know what the future brings

but i know you're here with me now

we'll make it through

and i hope you are the one i share my life with

i don't want to run away but i can't take it, i don't understand

if i'm no made for you then why does my heart tell me that i am?

is there any way that i can stay in your arms?

if i don't need you then why am i crying on my bed?

if i don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?

if you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?

if you're not for me then why do i dream of you for the rest of my life?

i don't know why you're so far away

but i know that this much is true

we'll make it through

and i hope you are the one i share my life with

and i wish that you could be the one i die with

and i pray you're the one i build my home with

i hope i love you all my life

i don't want to run away but i don't understand

if i'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that i am

is there any way that i can stay in your arms?

'cause i miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away

and i breathe you into my heard and pray for the strength to stand today

'cause i love you, whether it's wrong or right

and though i can't be with you tonight

you know my heart is by your side

i don't want to run away but i can't take it, i don't understand

if i'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that i am

is there any way that i could stay in your arms

thought

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
-William Shakespeare, playwright and poet (1564-1616)

just a tip

I hate being called "Buddy".

being clear

This great unfolding novel we call life; the joy, the sadness, the beauty, the ugliness, such an amazing chance, such an incredible stroke of luck, or genius.

To wake up every morning and see the trees and the sunlight.

To be able to stroke the cat and to make toast.

To be able to hear neighbours sawing logs and shout at them about the noise...

I am a man. I am 22 and I have a life.

I love it, but I'm sick of doing it alone.

I want someone to share it with. Someone to say, "Yes it is a beautiful day."

Someone to say, "Shut up, mellow out." Someone to say, "Will you cook or shall I?" and "Please don't make that disgusting green soup again."

Someone to say "I love you too."

I can see him in my mind. He looks normal, ordinary, except for a glint in the eye, a tendency to smile a lot.

We laugh a lot together. He takes the piss out of me all the time.

We are busy separate entities with different interests and different friends, but when we meet I tell him about the bird I saw in the garden, the accident I nearly had on the highway. He tells me of the sad old tramp he saw outside his work place and I read him a phrase from the book I'm currently reading.

And it's all even more beautiful, even more sad, even more poignant, than if we weren't two.

Slowly, surely, we start to decode the mysteries of life together. The power, the amazing, moving, incredibleness of it all becomes even bigger, even more, until our hearts are filled and we think we might explode at the joy of just being able to do it together.

And then of course, we shag.

Yes I am

rose-coloured

So everyone tells me why I should hate you.

But why do I think you're still perfect?

Kelly

third

third depresso post. sigh.

I heard that you're settled down, that you found a girl and you're married now. I heard that your dreams came true. Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you. Old friend, why are you so shy? Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light. I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited but I couldn't stay away. I couldn't fight it. I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over. Never mind, I'll find someone like you. I wish nothing but the best for you too. Dont forget me. I begged. I remember you said, 'sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead. You'd know how the time flies. Only yesterday was the time of our lives. We were born and raised in a summer haze, bound by the surprise of our glory days. Nothing compares. No worries or cares. Regrets and mistakes. They are memories made. Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste? Never mind, I'll find someone like you.

NEW

13 tops
6 shorts

thank YOU, mummy <3

2012 wardrobe, ohhh yeahhh

:D

I understand. I got the message loud and clear. Don't worry, there is no possibility of misconstruction. Consider it my final warning. I'm waving the flag, so to speak.

How could I be so stupid as to let this happen again? I haven't learnt, have I? My hopes and dreams too eagerly run away from me, and my sense of reality is left rather ill-equipped. I look for any and every sign that my dreams are coming true, and selectively ignore those that they are not, yet it is these which accumulate until they all hit me at once, and my hopes and dreams are smashed, left in pieces on the floor of my soul.

I'm sick of it. I won't allow this to happen to me again. I guess this is how people become jaded and bitter, and I guess I am no longer immune. It's only a matter of time before I acquire a litter of cats, and start blasting Adele lyrics out of my stereo, literally or figuratively - i don't care - both are pathetic - an accurate representation of how I feel. pathetic (adj.), miserably inadequate. that's me.

I think there's something wrong with my heart.

yes i still have this

brendan.

just thought i'd send you a message to let you know what a great friend you are. i don't know if i've ever told you how much i appreciate you.

you are one of the funniest people i have ever met and you don't even try to be funny! you make me smile no matter what and i love that about you. i always look forward to hanging out with you because i know i'm set for laughter.

you're honest, loyal, understanding and you write the best comments. i hope that i can be half the friend to you that you are to everyone who is lucky enough to be a part of your life - even if they don't know they are lucky.

love ya guts brendan :)

xxx

no, i love YOUR guts, J.E.A. <3