In the middle of cleaning I stumbled across some old papers filled with things I wrote. Below are a few....
It happens in an instant. Call it an epihany, call it whatever you want. But all of a sudden everything makes sense and yet you have never been more confused in your life. How is it possible to not believe in fate while knowing all along that fate is the thing that brought you to this point, to this man. For the first time in your life instead of feeling empty you feel as if your heart is going to beat out of your chest and more urgently your heart is going to crumble if you don't get to spend the rest of your life staring into his eyes. While you search for the perfect words to tell him exactly how he had transformed your life, how he has flipped your world upside down, how without even knowing it he has captured your heart...you can't even manage to get the three little words out that would let him know just how you feel, just three words that would sum up everything you have been feeling for the past year. So, instead of taking the chance that he feels the same way and allowing yourself to experience a love you though wasn't even possible. You whisper to yourself everytime you see him or hear his name, you complete me, you complete me and without you I am empty.
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I sit here where the world cannot find me, I sit here alone in the quite darkness. For one brief moment I am at peace, pearched up here in my quite little spot. I have not exactly escaped the mad pace of the world around me. I am just watching for a moment wondering what I have to offer this world or maybe the bigger question is...what does this world have to offer me?
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Too many tears, not enough smiles. Too many worries, not enough fun. Too many dreams, too much reality. It's said that when life throws you a punch you fight back. What happens when you are sick of fighting?
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