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Nadia — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 10:02:15 GMT

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wishing it was HEN — Tue, 19 Jan 2010 07:03:04 GMT

I don’t take aspirin for headaches. But I took you for me. Pain, turmoil, doubt, sadness; these are all things I have imagined would always be part of my life. I stopped wanting to live. I stopped wanting to breath. I met you. I looked into those deep, beautiful, loving eyes. I felt a very weird feeling brewing inside my heart. A feeling that maybe one day I would know a life that didn’t involve the things I had come to know, come to accept, and at some points come to love. Being sad is one of the easiest things in the world to do. I know that now. Letting go of all hope and desire was one of the easiest decisions I ever made. So easy in fact, I didn’t even know I made it. I didn't know until you that life doesn’t have to be this way. You hugged me. I can still feel my neck tingle the way it did when you first breathed on it. Unintentionally or intentionally on your behalf? If you meant it, it worked. If you didn’t mean it... you changed someone's life with one soft breath. My heart started beating again. You kissed me. My lips never knew home until they found yours. I can still feel your lips on mine. Brushing lightly against mine. You breath filling me with love and happiness. I'm afraid I didn’t tell you enough times how much I love your lips. They are my gateway to you. You told me one day you loved me. I told you I love you. I don’t remember the day. I don’t remember the place. I'm never good with remembering these details. How could I be expected to? How could I be expected to see past your face or hear past your words? How could anyone think that what I was wearing, what we were eating, or if it was raining, if any of it was worth taking a second thought away from those 3 words that slipped off your tongue, so harmless by themselves, so overused in everyday conversation: I LOVE that park, I LOVE strawberries, I LOVE sunflowers. I remember the look in your eyes; I remember the look in mine. We knew there was no turning back.

I was so lost in you.

You were so lost in me.

Everyday problems seemed to slip away. They slipped from your beautiful eyes, down your perfect nose, across your amazing "I love you" lips, heading daringly down the prettiest neck I have ever had the honor of resting my head on, slipping carelessly across the shoulders that fit so perfectly in my arms, trembling down the only back I have ever stared at in disbelief, I don’t usually look at peoples backs, I couldn’t take my eyes off yours, well there I go again. letting you get the best of us.

I heard once that every cigarette you smoke takes 3 minutes off your life. I wanted to quit smoking because I cherished every second with you, how could I throw away all these important minutes that I could be spending as an old man with an old lady that I have love since before I could be called a man?

Well it pains me to say this but I'm going to have to tell you more about her later. I need to go brush the dust off my bottle of Aspirin.

Comment on Wonderland.

Amelie — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 12:24:02 GMT

I think your daughter is just giving you pay-back for all those times you blasted Outkast up and down the Turnpike. In your own 10 year old car.

Comment on Black and Blue

J.kendall — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 03:20:49 GMT

So, the real energy is what you know (passionately) and immediately.

Comment on Wonderland.

J.eKndall — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 03:18:13 GMT

Except for grammar - you mind is rushing to conclusions that you thougt would never come forth.

Comment on Black and Blue

Hanna — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 23:02:33 GMT

Fabulous my friend! Next time just give him a bruise so he can see the difference for himself. Men usually learn best by doing (anything and/or anyone lol). Its in their nature.

Comment on Fair Trade.

Jason — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 12:35:00 GMT

You are one hell of a good writer. I think i read your posts just so i can feel you in some way. Life is a roller coaster for sure. Don't be afraid of it. Don't be afraid of the amusement park or the smiling people. Be afraid of the clowns though, because they where a mask of bright colors, crazy hair and a fuzzy red nose. They promise you things and make you feel like a little kid. But we are not kids. You can ride all the rides and play all the games. Life is a ride we can't control. All we can do is wait till one ride stops and the other begins. Just let yourself be and don't think about it. Be happy with the ride your on. Let it flip you upside down and twist you side to side. Just Be.

Comment on My Skin.

Amelie — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 01:12:54 GMT

Great entry. The hardest pills to swallow have taught me the most about myself, my strength, and the people who are there to pick up the pieces when I fall flat on my face...

Comment on My Skin.

Kelly — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 21:12:02 GMT

Wow. This is amazing. Knowing what a wonderful woman your mother is, she really does want the best for all involved. Now that WE are parents, we can understand this too. What we will have to constantly remind ourselves is that our idea of our kid's "happy" may be very different than what we ever imagined. That is a hard thing to deal with. Coming from the current black sheep of the family (pregnant before married, almost divorced at 28, all unacceptable), love to you, MAN, your Mom, and Meg (so many M's!!).

Comment on Frame of Reference

kaye — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 02:27:59 GMT

lol yor outta yor mind hay i pictured the whole thing n it killed me