lucky

I love you, say we're together baby, you and me

I can only give my life and show you all I am
in the breath I breathe
I will promise you my heart
and give you all you need if it takes some time
and if you tell me you don't need me anymore
that our love won't last forever
I will ask you for a chance to try again
to make our love a little better,

I love you, say we're together baby,
say we're together,
I need you, I need you forever baby, you and me

You say you hardly know exactly who I am
so hard to understand
But I knew right from the start, the way I felt inside,
if you read my mind
and if you tell you don't need me anymore
that our love won't last forever, no
I will ask you for a chance to try again
to make our love a little better

Remember when you used to hold me,
remember when you made me cry
You said you loved me, oh, you did, yes you did

I love you, say we're together, baby, say we're together,
I need you, I need you forever, baby, you and me.

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10 July

to be a wholeness (For DT)

In some strong sense, we are more whole when we are missing something. The man who has everything is in some ways a poor man. He will never know what it feels like to yearn, to hope, to nourish his soul with the dream of something better. He will never know the experience of having someone who loves him, and gives something he has always wanted or never had.

There is a wholeness about the person who has come to terms with his limitation, who has been brave enough to let go of his unrealistic dreams and not feel like a failure for doing so. There is a wholeness about the man or woman who has learned that he or she is strong enough to go through a tradedy and survive, who can lose someone and still feel like a complete person.

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feeling as small and as insignficant

l know how you feel," What l'm trying to say is, l understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible, and how it can actually ache in places that you didn't know you had inside you, and it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get or gyms you join or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends, you still go to bed every night going over every detail, and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell, for that brief moment, you could think that you were that happy? And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new and you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again, and little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.

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24 February

zt

When I think of the perfect love, I think of my Grand parents. They were almost 80, and I can remember my grand father helping my Grand mother with the dishes, I remember her laying her head in his lap and him rubbing her head, I remember them walking on the beach holding hands, They had 3 kids a busy life, and were together for over 50 years. They were in love until the day they died. My Grand mother went first, my grand father shortly there after. No doubt of a broken heart. A lofty goal I know, but that is what I am seeking...

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23 February

growing up in pain

I suddenly find I have 8 extra hours. My life extend by 1/3. I want to time by pass quickly, but instead I have to forced to witness every second, and every hours. I want to let the hurt to go away, but some cruel trigger in advance, now I have more time to think about it.

You can speed it up, you can slow it down, you can even freeze a moment. But you can't rewind time. You can't undo what it was done.

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