rock (rŏk): n. 1. an object girls throw at boys to get their attention;
2. an object boys give to girls to get the world's attention


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i can, and literally do, spend hours at the engagement/wedding/anniversary section of any greeting card aisle/store.
this is the result. :)

sometimes, in our emotional state of being, we end things that never started. we say things we think will make us feel better, but in actuality, makes us feel worse. we cry when we want to scream. we feel first and think afterwards. we leave when we really wanted to stay. we surrender even though we wanted to fight it out. we act and more often than not, we regret.

...it's ironic that the only time you physically sit still and do nothing but breathe is when your thoughts are multi-tasking.

after everything is said and done, you reflect and try to rationalize. you make yourself feel better for the night and the next morning, you're already wishing there was a rewind button in life. however, i still refuse to undo what i did.

one less friend. one less potential. one less entry. one less heartache. one less thought.

when you hurt, you want that other person to feel the pain. you would think you would want to spare someone from what you are going through, but as a human, it's easier to see that person suffer with you. it's cruel. it's human nature. our sinful nature.

fortunately, everything in life happens for a reason. no matter how you reacted, or overreacted, life works out exactly as planned. you keep telling yourself: this is for the best; it had to be this way. after you keep repeating it, time does what it does best and one day it sticks. and for the first time since that last time, you actually start to believe it.

this is day one.

Waiting for the day when...

he's down on one knee...and he's not wearing shoes with laces.

 

 

 

well... not for at least another 2 years