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At some point in time, I have told her that I am not trying to be all “Bryan Adams” about it… but I guess – now I am.
“Oh, give it to me straight from the heart“
When I was young, I used to think this song was rather extreme but now I understand.
Coupled with songs from above, this one actually makes me a little uneasy
This one is just for fun because I love it.
On this day, I heard “Please Forgive Me” on 90s on 9 at 8:07 AM, it was 37 degrees at the time according to the photo that I took of the SXM screen so that I would add this later.
Yesterday, I saw the eclipse with her and it was the most magical. Beyond what works could express. The clouds tried to get in the way but it quickly faded into a day that I could never forget.
Here’s some random songs that could be better:
Once I was driving and I saw the best shooting star just as the opening bars to this song played. I remember crying the softest tears to the piano.
I feel like this was a song that I originally learned at nap time from the country station:
It’s painful being a little lesbian. It is amplified when I start worrying about his feelings and needs. It’s then that I get embarrassed – not that I am a complete asshole – because I concern myself with his well-being too. Quite frankly it pissing me off in a weird way – like why can’t I just hate him? It’s weird.
This is a new complicated emotion that I am feeling and I must say, it is interrupting my sleep – which I love. I am actually still struggling with what I am even feeling but there must be something about the holidays that makes me want her close.
I actually try my best not to think about it. Sometimes I think that it is completely stupid that I tell myself a pacifist would wait at a distance and keep a close eye – because, how can you not when you love someone and worry about them. Does she know that I hold my breath?
Time means nothing to me, but what I fear – is standing by silently – trusting I will know if something were really wrong – and what if I am wrong. She once told me that she wasn’t the kind of person that needed to be checked on. It must have been a pretty serious situation, because I never forgot those words – however, I have found myself growing increasingly protective as I fall deeper in love with her. As a friend took a jab at me over something I said, she laughed and pointed out how must her own kids has grown up since then. That’s a hard thing to dispute as I see it in my nieces all of the time, but I have learned to have comebacks. This time I just smiled and said, “Yeah well, it happens to be my longest relationship – so you better respect it.” She shrugged and agreed because she has been there from the beginning. I gave her shit for asking her questions that I refused to when we hard first met. It’s interesting to think about those moments. I was so shy and nervous. I am not sure that she even knew yet. Damn, I miss her so much. I hope that I don’t make it to February 20th without seeing her. I don’t know why dates stay with me for so long, but there is something about sitting with her and talking. As I left, I asked. “Will I get to see you again?” She said yes…
I Love You (2006)
Memories trapped in time
Possession (2006)
Through this world I’ve stumbled So many times betrayed Trying to find an honest word To find the truth enslaved Oh you speak to me in riddles and You speak to me in rhymes My body aches to breathe your breath Your words keep me alive
My brother just said the realest shit to me and I don’t know why it is the first time that I have heard it. As he lectured me about things I shouldn’t do – I attempted to explain myself with the cliff notes version. I went back to December of 2013. The day I left work because I was mad about some other girl I didn’t even care about – but my pride was hurt because the cycle was repeating quickly. These were little cycles because I didn’t care, but I was trying to feel better about myself because I was confused and still didn’t understand much at all. I referenced the post that I stumbled across – so excitedly and replied to – and I know in that reply I brought attention to the fact that I had not read the post yet. When reflecting on this moment, I always feel her heart sink as she reads those words. Then we know what happens next, I read the post and a level of confusion that I had never experienced before surfaced. I was offended and wanted to know what was wrong with me. A question that I have decided to give up on because my brain has convinced me that it was so much more than that. The fact that I am where I am today only solidifies that. So in the end, why it happened doesn’t matter but what my brother said was:
You’re not emotionally stable enough to be a mess around with kind of girl.
Which I suppose I am fine with. I am much more emotionally stable that I have probably ever been and though a few people can push that limit when they actively try, I can’t say that he is wrong. I can tell myself one thing all day long but at the end of the day, those involved see that I am every bit of what someone would expect from me. A stereotypical Scorpio that has made every list of Scorpio traits nearly comical.
I try to remember my boundaries and stay on my side of the road but when I can’t resist, I make sure to be quite and respectful. I have so much to learn from her and I hope that she knows that I am more than ready for that adventure. I am no where near perfect but I have the desire and willpower to transgress into the next stage of my life if she ever decides that is something we should do.
This is one of the songs that my brother likes to play and sing, so I have heard it on repeat for years but when it came on the radio the other day on my drive to work – I paused all thoughts to listen.
