28 March 2008
26 March 2008
I knew what you meant. I could hear every unuttered thought in the silence of your stare. You were not free - are not free. But I am free. So up I grow, nurtured with memories. I was not perfect, neither were you. You were afraid, I was not. I think that, someday, you will be glad that you knew me. I am already glad that I knew you. You taught me to see myself. I taught myself to love what I see.
told by
Lindy-loo
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21:28
24 March 2008
23 March 2008
me
I wish that I were prettier, smarter, more clever, more graceful. I wish that my collar bone was more than a mere hint, and that my ankle wasn't perma-swollen from all of the sprains. I wish that I were more funny, quicker on the up-take, less concerned with what others think, and a little more concerned with my appearance. I wish that I knew how to manage time, charge my cell phone, gracefully admit that I'm wrong, and not procrastinate. I wish that my awkwardness would vanish when I am near a man who is too handsome for his own good. I wish that I were more patient, less presumptuous, and could leave a phone message with a duration of less than a minute. I wish that I enjoyed wakefulness more than dreaming, and exercise more than a tasty piece of cake...
...but then I would have no blushes, and no reason to hit people's shoulders when I am teased. I would be just a little less real.
...but then I would have no blushes, and no reason to hit people's shoulders when I am teased. I would be just a little less real.
told by
Lindy-loo
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01:26
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