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A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
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Sunday, January 17, 2010, 6:16 PM
Here's why.
This is why. Well, I’m reserving you for the future. Because I can’t imagine losing you just because I’m still immature, we’re still young, and you still don’t know what you want in life. I’ve always loved you. And I hope you know that. Because I’ve loved you the way I understand love and somehow, I felt loved.
So just imagine how much I love you — Imagine how you’ve turned this immature little girl who’s always been used to getting things her way, right away —-to this mature being who has chosen to wait for the right time, and suffer for the meantime, just to keep you, the guy she loves, forever. And I’ve always believed in us. I’ve always believed that after we learn from our mistakes by loving other people, which we know won’t last, we’ll be realizing even more how much we are meant to be. And believe me, we will. Wednesday, December 23, 2009, 4:02 AM
You might be wondering.
The greatest relationships are the ones you never expected to be in. The ones that swept you off your feet and challenged your ever view. The ones where you found yourself to be a better person because of who you were when he was around. The ones that made you wake up with a smile on your face no matter how corny it was. The ones that made everything right when it was wrong. the ones that caused you physical pain to leave because leaving meant losing a part of yourself. The greatest relationships are the ones you’ll always remember not because of their length, but because of who you were with. The ones where the memories make you want to laugh when you’re crying. The ones that make you believe that god exists, because no one else could have created someone so amazing. The ones that cause you to change for the better, even if you don’t realize it. the ones where you know you’re being honest with yourself, so much it hurts. The greatest relationships are the ones where he called you lame and you just rolled your eyes because you knew he was kidding. The ones where you were comfortable around him because you knew he’d love you no matter what. The ones where love seemed to be the only answer. The ones that made you compromise because it was something you knew you wanted to last. The ones where you accepted what he did because you just wanted to see him happy. The greatest relationships are the ones that changed your life. The ones that made you rethink your future because you knew it’d be better with him. The ones where you felt like your forever had finally appeared. The ones that made you question the ending. The ones that told you to push through the problems because eventually it would be better again. The ones where you broke your heart and his for his good, even when you couldn’t explain without breaking a rule. The greatest relationships are the ones where you care more about his happiness then you do about your own. The ones where you do what you do for his future, even if it means wrecking your present. The ones where you tell yourself to walk in the opposite direction, because you know there are just some things you can’t do. The ones when you cry not because it’s over, but because you know you lost not only him, but your best friend too. The greatest relationships are the ones where you’ll thank him for being a part of your life, no matter how short. The ones where you’ll never forget him because he helped shape your view on love. The ones where you’ll always be there for him, whether or not he’ll accept that. The ones where he put up with your crap when he didn’t have to. The ones where your last tribute to him was doing something he never thought you’d do - and loving it. The greatest relationships are the ones where you’ll always love him, even when he’s forgotten all about you. The ones where you’re changed forever because of him. The ones that you will always smile about because while they were flawed, they were still amazing. The ones where you fought what you knew was going to happen because you couldn’t quite come to terms with losing him. the ones that remind you love lost is better than never having loved at all. , 4:00 AM
Guy's POV.
A guy’s point of view: I know way too many really beautiful girls who think they don’t look good… It hurts… because it’s our fault, guys I mean. We make girls feel like they have to be perfect. You know what I mean, flat stomach, big boobs, round booty, long legs, sexy lips, and on top of all that, they have to dress like a whore, and be one as well… nobody can measure up to that… and its not fair… because nobody should have to. Girls prefer being called beautiful instead of hot or sexy. The little imperfections are what make people special. If everyone was perfect the world would be so boring, variety is what makes life interesting. So guys, stop making girls have to live up to your, I’m sorry, our… deluded fantasy visions of perfection. Stop acting like boys and start being men… realize that women don’t exist to fulfill our sexual desires. Stop talking to them solely to get with them, be nice to them because you want to be their friend, not because you want to hook up with them. Don’t say nice things about them not to flatter them in hopes that you’ll get some, but because its true and you know they like to hear them. In short… we need to grow up and stop acting like freakin retarded little boys. |
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Vanity isn't a sin, a little narcissm wouldn't hurt.My name is Eena.
Seventeen years of age.
Hates spaghetti, loves ice cream.
Frustrated writer.
Camwhore.
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JHEN. SUSIE. CAILEEN. JEANETTE. KRIZZIEL. GELLIE. backtoyesterday
+ Here's why. + You might be wondering. + Guy's POV. wheni'mgone
+ December 2009 + January 2010 takeabow
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