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This is the last post about my sit. I thank you all for any advice or help you have given me. After this its back lifting, sports and what not posts. Just wrote my ex a great letter, thinking about sending it, ill post it, it is long sorry but put my heart into it...should I send it, does she deserve it...shes done after this
again thank you
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Perhaps I will never truly know what happened to separate us, the cheeks and the pook, now heading in different directions. When it first happened I sat and wonder why…we have so much history together, we had just finished a perfect summer and now three weeks later its over? All those late night promises, the smiles and the laughter, gone? I lost a girlfriend that day, but the hardest part was losing my friend, my best friend over the last three years. We were a team, you got the sandwiches and I drove the car. We went through life hand in hand, as you said so poetically once, we are each other’s legs. How often did we sit side by side with a distant sun in the background looking out at the future together.
In love we all make mistakes, but I truly loved you with all my heart. I was cleaning up my room a few weeks ago, and found this small saw mill card; on the back in pencil was a delicate drawing of a small map to your house. I smiled as I stared at the first thing you ever gave me. I came into this relationship blind as to where it would lead, in the end, the memories together are enough to wrap around the world and back. I guess im left to wonder about the dreams we left on loves pillow. The eating of Chinese food on the floor of our new home with a crackling fire as the soundtrack, the joy of discovering distant places around the world together, late night walks under the evening stars, and the simple joy of just knowing you.
We all have different needs and dreams in this world, sometimes two peoples separate dreams come together to form a perfect match. I guess in the end your still wondering what is your dream, where do you belong in the crazy world, and I can respect that. Before you can truly love another human being you must first find yourself, the independent woman, the skin you feel most comfortable wearing. Perhaps in the end, the painting of the two angels embracing in heavens gates will be us. I know this; there were many nights that I stared so deeply into your eyes that I could hear the whispers or your pain and truly understood the joy it brought you to finally have someone love you so deeply.
In the end there will always be the images of piggyback rides and the echoes of our laughter at the simplest of inside jokes like “bombs” that bring a tear or chuckle to my face. The door swinging open on that quaint yellow house to reveal that smile that I loved so much. The summer Monday adventures of K**** and M*******, which always seemed to bring forth a ton of picture perfect memories. I am angry and disappointed that after everything we went through together, you could not come by my house when you knew I was home or even call me to say thanks and goodbye, perhaps you had your reasons, but you were my best friend. I think Fleetwood Mac said it best, now here you go again you say you want your freedom well who am I to keep you down it's only right that you should play the way you feel it but listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness like a heartbeat… drives you mad in the stillness of remembering what you had, And what you lost...
*****
again thank you
********,
Perhaps I will never truly know what happened to separate us, the cheeks and the pook, now heading in different directions. When it first happened I sat and wonder why…we have so much history together, we had just finished a perfect summer and now three weeks later its over? All those late night promises, the smiles and the laughter, gone? I lost a girlfriend that day, but the hardest part was losing my friend, my best friend over the last three years. We were a team, you got the sandwiches and I drove the car. We went through life hand in hand, as you said so poetically once, we are each other’s legs. How often did we sit side by side with a distant sun in the background looking out at the future together.
In love we all make mistakes, but I truly loved you with all my heart. I was cleaning up my room a few weeks ago, and found this small saw mill card; on the back in pencil was a delicate drawing of a small map to your house. I smiled as I stared at the first thing you ever gave me. I came into this relationship blind as to where it would lead, in the end, the memories together are enough to wrap around the world and back. I guess im left to wonder about the dreams we left on loves pillow. The eating of Chinese food on the floor of our new home with a crackling fire as the soundtrack, the joy of discovering distant places around the world together, late night walks under the evening stars, and the simple joy of just knowing you.
We all have different needs and dreams in this world, sometimes two peoples separate dreams come together to form a perfect match. I guess in the end your still wondering what is your dream, where do you belong in the crazy world, and I can respect that. Before you can truly love another human being you must first find yourself, the independent woman, the skin you feel most comfortable wearing. Perhaps in the end, the painting of the two angels embracing in heavens gates will be us. I know this; there were many nights that I stared so deeply into your eyes that I could hear the whispers or your pain and truly understood the joy it brought you to finally have someone love you so deeply.
In the end there will always be the images of piggyback rides and the echoes of our laughter at the simplest of inside jokes like “bombs” that bring a tear or chuckle to my face. The door swinging open on that quaint yellow house to reveal that smile that I loved so much. The summer Monday adventures of K**** and M*******, which always seemed to bring forth a ton of picture perfect memories. I am angry and disappointed that after everything we went through together, you could not come by my house when you knew I was home or even call me to say thanks and goodbye, perhaps you had your reasons, but you were my best friend. I think Fleetwood Mac said it best, now here you go again you say you want your freedom well who am I to keep you down it's only right that you should play the way you feel it but listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness like a heartbeat… drives you mad in the stillness of remembering what you had, And what you lost...
*****

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Get mad at her, don't cry over it. I think someone mentioned askmen.com earlier. You really should read their shit. It's a great help.