I really missed you. But I don’t think I miss you anymore. Now, I’m just sad that you aren’t here.
I love you guys:)
My dad’s side of the family.
Man. We have a lot of history.
I hate you. You can be so destructive and cruel!
How ironic it is that when I feel you I am so full… but so full of nothing.
There is something so rejuvenating and pleasant about you. Well, I’m from California, so when you come it is a huge deal.
Your are like, all I need. I’m serious.
Hi, nice to meet you:) Well I am in my first month with you and it has kind of been a hot and cold relationship. You’ve shown me a lot of love yet I seem to push you away. (Not post for two weeks…) But, I’m back, and with a vengeance.
I can imagine you cringe as much as I do when people abuse your power and tarnish your image by saying things like, “Oh my gosh, I love the Bachelorette!” You have many different interpretations ranging from romance and feeling “in love” to an extreme care for someone close to the material things that bring pleasure.
I just want to start off by apologizing for the world neglecting you as well as myself. I see you sitting at busy intersections with your signs asking for some spare change. I’m blessed enough to have a roof under my head, food to eat, and clothes to wear. Each day for you is a struggle, not only to survive, but to find somewhere to fit in as well. Like Oedipus, you are tossed aside by those you are pleading for help. All rejecting you, all turning their eyes away at your sight, all too selfish to help out another human being.
Maybe next time I see a disconsolate face on the side of the road just scraping by each day, I can make a change.