November 12, 2012

• It was only just a dream

  

  I just know when you’ve got a good thing, you hang onto it. With both hands. And if someone wants to take it from you, you make sure they pry it from your cold dead fingers. 

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I’m here and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn’t want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  That’s the only reason people get angry; because they’re hurt. People only get angry to cover up the hurt.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  The right thing isn’t always real obvious. Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. So good luck figuring that out.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Take the pain out of love, and then love won’t exist.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  You put on a good show but I’d be willing to bet that you’re suffering more than you let anyone see.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I can`t really offer you much, but I can offer you that empty spot on the carpet right next to me. I can offer you late nights of you and me sitting together. I can share with you my mind, my words, my music, and maybe I’ll move you just like you move me.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  A lot of people say they want to get out of pain, and I’m sure that’s true, but they aren’t willing to make healing a high priority.  They aren’t willing to look inside to see the source of their pain in order to deal with it.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  You don’t need to know everything in life; just the things you need to be happy.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  That’s all anyone wants from someone else. Not love itself but the knowledge that love is there.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  It never gets any easier: people you love not being there anymore.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Sometimes we take for granted the people in our lives that mean so much and when we finally realize that, it can be too late. Take advantage of every minute you have, hold onto and cherish every second. Have no regrets and never forget those that made you into who you are.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  You pass a bunch of people in a day – people in their cars, in the grocery store, waiting for their coffee at an espresso stand. You look at apartment buildings and streets, the comings and goings, elevators crawling up and down and each person has their own story going on right then, with its cast of characters; they’ve got their own frustrations and their happiness and the things they’re looking foward to and dreading. And sometimes you wonder if you’ve crossed paths with any of them before without knowing it or will one day cross their path again. But sometimes, too, you have this little feeling of knowing, this fuzzy, gnawing sense that someone will become a major something in your life. You know that theirs will be a life you will enter and become a part of.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I believe we write our own stories and each time we think we know the ending, we don’t. Perhaps luck exists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance and in peace that comes from knowing you just can’t know it all. You know, life’s funny that way. Once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

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