Someone sent me..

-------------Girls---------------
---------are like apples-----------
------on trees. The best ones-----
-----are at the top of the tree.-----
----The boys don't want to reach---
---for the good ones because they--
-'r afraid of falling and getting hurt.--
-Instead, they get the rotten apples--
-from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples up top think
something is wrong with'em when in-
-reality they're amazing. They just--
--have to wait for the right boy to---
------come along, the one who's--
----------brave enough to---------
-------------climb all--------------
--------------the way--------------
-------------to the top-------------
------------of the tree.----------

Inactive- Le Love

The love you had for your ex isn’t the same as with someone new, each love is different. I think the love is just “inactive”; you can’t delete someone you truly loved. It’s almost like a facebook account, you can just inactivate your account, never delete it. If you want to and the time is right you can recreate it, but the pages have changed and so have you.

I really thought you were the love of my life. And perhaps in the future, we can be together again. So I inactivate you, try to bury my feelings for you. Because right know we're not right for each other.

forever yours.

Simple as that

"Distance never separates two heart that really care, for our memories span the miles and in seconds we are there. But whenever I start feeling sad, because I miss you, I remind myself how lucky I am to have someone so special to miss."

December!

I can't believe it's December! :) My first Christmas in Texas and spending time with my Aunt. It's time for shopping! <3

Merry X'mas everyone. :D

A Note..

Just the way you are

I don't want to "miss" a thing....

I miss your smile, I miss your touch; I miss the voice I loved so much. And when Im sleepless in the night, I miss the arms that held me tight. It seems like only yesterday, so quietly you slipped away. You were the rock I leaned upon, Ive had to be strong now you've gone. No tomorrows for us to share, still I sense you everywhere. The love we had, even death cannot sever; deep in my heart it lives forever. Each night I gaze at the starlit sky, reliving the years of you and I.
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At the moment I have little thing to say, but this little means a lot, because everything I feel now means nothing else that I am missing you. I miss you so much that hurts…

I wish I could be with you, to feel your breath close to mine, see the sunshine through your eyes, to feel the heat of your hand in my hand…

I miss your voice…like in my dreams I imagine holding your hands with the intertwined fingers, kissing you passionately..I am longing for your skin and your sweet way of looking at me.

I hope my anguish won’t last too long and we can meet each other…yes, very soon in our world, where just you and I live…

I can’t wait anymore…

I miss you terribly.
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Soul mates

you said it wasn't.

you said we were soul-mates.

All i said was

"We are soul-mates that weren't meant to end up together. If we had started at the very beginning, we might have been together for a lifetime"

you said maybe in our next lifetime.

i told you that in our next lifetime, when you stop the car in the middle of the road, don't give me your card. just say "Will you be mine".

You agreed but said "I'll just say Will you marry me"

We laughed.

Yes. we are soul-mates, we're not together, but we never forgot one another.

What if... (not mine)

I have loved B for the past year. For me, a year is a long time to like somebody – to have your heart balloon every time he texts you, to secretly smile every time he asks a favour, to laugh at all his bad jokes. A year is a long time to love his scruffy beard, to love the way his forehead crinkles when he’s stressed, to love the way his presence makes you feel safe. In my mind I measured B up to other guys, to see if there was someone out there who was better for me. But none of them ever compared to him. He was perfect. And in that entire year I couldn’t find one flaw, no matter how hard I tried.

But then one morning this week, I woke up – and I didn’t love B anymore. (So I guess you can’t really call it love to begin with, can you?) His perfection had suddenly melted away. His steadfast beliefs I had so admired now seemed to be self-conscious, and his confidence seemed somewhat self-absorbed. In that one morning of clarity, I soon became aware of all his flaws. I no longer believe that he is perfect, nor that he is perfect for me.

I still care for him, but I no longer love him. By no means were we superficial - we shared our hopes, dreams, ambitions, fears. So what scares me is that I don’t know how this sudden change of heart happened. Falling out of love shouldn’t be that easy.

What if one day, in the future, I wake up one morning in bed with my future husband, only to find that I do not love him anymore?

Cautious

It’s been over a year since we broke up. But I can’t stop thinking about him. Everyone around me have stopped asking about him, and no one ever talks about him anymore.

So I’m basically doing everything to make some one mention him so I can talk about him. Today I’ve realized that I’m forgetting.

Forgetting him, I’m forgetting the feeling when he talks to me, and texts me. I have started to forget about us.

That’s why I try to think about him before I fall asleep, so I can dream about him, because that makes him closer. It’s patethic, He’s over me, and I’m not even 18 yet, my life haven’t started.

But it feels like it’s over without him

Human Condition

I suspect the pain of being alone is a universal human experience. And I suspect most people seek out relationships to avoid or soothe this pain. Most people will stay in a relationship that is not working as a way to avoid this pain.

Unfortunately, no relationship can relieve the pain of being permanently alone. Even in the best of relationships, there always comes a time when our friends, family, and partners are not available and we are alone.

When you feel alone, what do you do?

If you seek out relationships or stay in relationships because you can't deal with being alone, the time you are in fact alone can be unbearably painful. And the time you are with someone will be bittersweet because you will know on some level that you will be alone again soon.

One of the marks of maturing emotionally is learning to bear with and even thrive when alone. And your successful ability to be alone is what allows you to have the best relationships of your life.

The successful ability to be alone can mean the ability to feel alone and lonely without the need to seek someone out to fill the void. It can also mean being alone but not being lonely, with the void filled with creativity or self-expression, or
passion for pursuit of something that matters to you.

Successfully being alone specifically means being alone without filling the void with negative things, or behaviors or numbing out.

How can your ability to be alone allow you to have amazing relationships? Here is how:

* You do not end up in a relationship simply so that you are not alone -- you actually choose who you are in a relationship with.
* In times of trouble, you let your partner go and work out whatever he or she needs to work out, without the fear of being alone -- you have already faced that fear.
* If the relationship is not meeting your needs or is hurting you and your partner refuses to alter behavior that will make a difference, you can walk away because you have already faced being alone.
* You have leverage with your partner -- often, your partner will change his or her behavior rather than risk losing you.

Don't let go..

Angela..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xY8-8KtxfkI

IF ONLY...

The Proclaimation

It's hard to fabricate lies when you don't want to make someone sad. When you really really like them...but not in that way. You can't just blatantly lie to them and pretend you love them...they're too beautiful for that. The thing is, they're also too beautiful to lie to. Too beautiful for you to hurt because you don't want to hurt them.You don't want to make them cry, to ruin their beauty by making them feel pain. The problem is...you can't not. You have to do one or the other......the pain...or the lies? Which is the best for them? Break their heart now.....or later. Later when they find out you never liked them like that. That when you kissed them you had to try you're hardest not to be disgusted because, yes they were beautiful but they weren't who you wanted. They were perfect but they just didn't have that special something. You don't want them to feel like it was their fault. Like they aren't perfect or beautiful. You want them to know that it's you. You're the one with the issue and you wish, wish that you could love them......but you can't. And it's killing you. You don't want it to be like that. You want to love being kissed by them. You want to lust after them. To give them your heart and soul.....but you simply just can't. You're incapable of feeling like that and it sucks. They're incredibly beautiful so beautiful that it hurts. And you can't hold back, you just have to tell them, you can't not. Because you know, you know deep down that this is for the best. That this is what you need to do and you do it. You don't want to and you despise yourself for it.....but you do it. You can't handle the pain that is shown upon this beautiful person so...you leave but just before you go you say those five dreaded words.....it's not you, it's me.

Exaggerating.

I just love you.

Words demand explanation. They require analysis. They are the construction and expression of my thoughts. Of my heart. But they can't describe it. They can't describe any of it. They can't tell you how deep the memories are, or how often I think of them. They can't scream what I really want to say. They are the mask of how I really feel and they try to disguise the pain, but someone will strip it away. And someone will make those words worthless.

So what is a word worth? Nothing. What are three words worth? Nothing. But we say them anyway, because you know. You know, more than anyone what they mean. You know when I say I love you, I really mean that those three words can't describe what it is we have. When I say you're amazing, I know the word is just a cover; a quick way for me to remember all the things that amaze me about you, a mask for the memories we share, a disguised version of our adventures together. And I really believe that you know, when I say I miss you, it's not just that. I miss you every moment, and I miss just what your name means to me. It means an alphabet of sounds and letters and words. But none of them really mean anything, because words are based on trust, they rely on how truly and deeply we feel. Remember, always, that they don't mean anything, they are letters and they are constructions, but we deconstruct them every day and we twist them; we manipulate them so that they say what we want them to. But no word, no shape, no photograph could ever twist so far that it could begin to explain even a little bit of how I feel.

Muddled Thoughts

A girl wonders if such feelings exists:

What is Love?
I thought I knew what love was.
I thought love was caring about someone so much it hurt. Wanting more for that person than they wanted for themselves. Caring about them no matter what they tell you, what secret(s) they have, and what skeletons exists. Putting them before yourself and fighting for them no matter what they say or do.
Why does it hurt when you love?

Does it even exist today?

The Choice

She’s three feet tall and we get on like a house on fire. She wakes me up dancing on the bed and she never starts the day without some cuddling. I take her to school at seven... I know it’s early. I don’t have a choice, I need to be at the factory at seven thirty.
Her friend’s mother comes to pick her up and she has lunch there. They don’t mind, they’re good people and understand that a single father needs all the help he can get. I don’t know why she did what she did. She’s usually such a precious... never a fight, never an argument. Yeah you’re right, she may be just growing up. I don’t know. It still scares me that she took that money. Oh no, she knows we’re poor and she seems okay with it.
When she’s older and will want preppy clothes, well, I’ll be in trouble then. But she never shows greed towards other kids’ things. If she does, I didn’t notice. Yeah it’s possible that I didn’t notice after all. We’re together one hour in the afternoon and that’s all, when I get off work and before I go to school.
I’m trying to talk the dean into letting me off some classes, but how many undergraduates study at home? But at least I’d be with her... How can you say it’s not my fault? It’s all my fault. Everything here is my fault! Yes... you’re right... her mother shouldn’t have dropped her on my doorstep. I don’t blame her though. Most kids aren’t that stupid, but we were. She just couldn’t face it and that’s okay, and... well, I *have* to face it. But it’s not a burden. I mean, look in my daughter’s eyes. She’s absolute perfection. Yeah then she shouldn’t have stolen, I know. What? Miss Warren, are you kidding? I never hit her.”

“There are times when a father needs to be stern. I’m against spanking too, but even just once, when she’s still little... It’s not between you and her, it’s between her and life. You need to place a limit that she’ll respect, and not just for fear of punishment. It’s your duty as a father and hers as a daughter.”

“I guess that makes sense. But I... she... She’ll hate me.”

“I’ve seen her a minute ago, and what I’ve seen is a little girl who’s scared to have disappointed you and ashamed of herself. Now it’s up to you.”

“I guess. I want to take her home, now.”

“I’ll let her in.”

“Aww... don’t cry, honey. C’m here.”

“I’m so sorry, daddy!”

“I know baby. Let’s go home now, daddy needs to have a talk with you.”

Somehow she knew what that meant.

Defining Love

Love is the emotion of strong affection and personal attachment.[1] In philosophical context, love is a virtue representing all of human kindness, compassion, and affection. In religious context, love is not just a virtue, but the basis for all being ("God is love"[2]), and the foundation for all divine law (Golden Rule).

The word love can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic pleasure ("I loved that meal") to intense interpersonal attraction ("I love my wife"). "Love" can also refer specifically to the passionate desire and intimacy of romantic love, to the sexual love of eros (Greek words for love), to the emotional closeness of familial love, or to the platonic love that defines friendship,[3] to the profound oneness or devotion of religious love. [4] This diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states.

Love in its various forms acts as a major facilitator of interpersonal relationships and, owing to its central psychological importance, is one of the most common themes in the creative arts.

Depression

Some people say that depression feels like a black curtain of despair coming down over their lives. Many people feel like they have no energy and can't concentrate. Others feel irritable all the time for no apparent reason. The symptoms vary from person to person, but if you feel "down" for more than two weeks, and these feelings are interfering with your daily life, you may be clinically depressed.

Most people who have gone through one episode of depression will, sooner or later, have another one. You may begin to feel some of the symptoms of depression several weeks before you develop a full-blown episode of depression. Learning to recognize these early triggers or symptoms and working with your doctor will help to keep the depression from worsening.

Most people with depression never seek help, even though the majority will respond to treatment. Treating depression is especially important because it affects you, your family, and your work. Some people with depression try to harm themselves in the mistaken belief that how they are feeling will never change. Depression is a treatable illness.

Life with depression
Working with your doctor, you can learn to manage depression. You may have to try a few different medications to find the one that works best for you. Your doctor may also recommend that you see a therapist and/or make certain lifestyle changes.

Change won't come overnight—but with the right treatment, you can keep depression from overshadowing your life.

Depression has no single cause; often, it results from a combination of things. You may have no idea why depression has struck you.

Whatever its cause, depression is not just a state of mind. It is related to physical changes in the brain, and connected to an imbalance of a type of chemical that carries signals in your brain and nerves. These chemicals are called neurotransmitters.

Some of the more common factors involved in depression are:

Family history. Genetics play an important part in depression. It can run in families for generations.


Trauma and stress. Things like financial problems, the breakup of a relationship, or the death of a loved one can bring on depression. You can become depressed after changes in your life, like starting a new job, graduating from school, or getting married.


Pessimistic personality. People who have low self-esteem and a negative outlook are at higher risk of becoming depressed. These traits may actually be caused by low-level depression (called dysthymia).


Physical conditions. Serious medical conditions like heart disease, cancer, and HIV can contribute to depression, partly because of the physical weakness and stress they bring on. Depression can make medical conditions worse, since it weakens the immune system and can make pain harder to bear. In some cases, depression can be caused by medications used to treat medical conditions.


Other psychological disorders. Anxiety disorders, eating disorders, schizophrenia, and (especially) substance abuse often appear along with depression.

Figuring..

you try so hard not to give up on love. you see it all around us and all of close friends have felt it. I used to have hope that one day it would be my turn, after all I am only 18. But every time I am presented with the possibility of love I freeze, and completely screw it up. I push it away before it gets too intense, I convince myself that I'm only going to get hurt and what's the point? I wont end up marrying this person, or probably even dating them for that long so why risk hurting myself. This summer I finally decided to take a risk and talk to this guy that I met briefly at school. We immediately hit it off, and kept in close contact the two weeks I went away on vacation. I was so thrilled and excited and ready to take a risk and let myself get hurt because I thought this time would be worth it and maybe I wouldn't get hurt for awhile or maybe not at all. I came back from my trip and immediately went out with him.

It was the best date i'd ever been on, I felt comfortable with him and wasn't scared or nervous about what was going to happen. After the date I was flooded with so many emotions I had never felt before, I was nervous and excited in a good way and couldn't wait to see him again. However, after the date all contact between us was forced and it seemed like he was blowing me off. I was completely flabbergasted, how could he be blowing me off after we talked everyday for two weeks and had this incredible date? Am I young and naive in thinking it was more than it really was? I tried to keep in contact because I didn't want this one to get away, I had let him in unlike anyone else before and didn't want to let him go.

It's been a couple weeks, we have barely spoken and any communicating is contrived and strange. I have given up, if he doesn't want to speak to me why should I speak to him? Any courage that I gained from the beginning of this relationship I have lost completely. I can't help but think, how is this fair? I actually risked my feelings for this person and where was my reward? Finally I am the one who tried my hardest to make it work, and I end up the one alone. Any hope that I have left for love is almost gone. Friends keep telling me that one day I'll find someone. Some how I don't believe it. Not everyone falls in love, not everyone gets married, who is to say that it'll ever happen for me? I was once told that if I want it to happen for me it will. But how can it when I try so hard to make it happen and it still doesn't?

I'm trying to remain confident and hopeful because the idea of love is all that keeps me going, I'm holding onto the idea of love being bigger than anything in the whole world and that it will completely change my life. But at the same time the thought of it barely slipping out of my grasp hurts so badly. Love to me is like a double edged sword and I am constantly wondering if it is worth it.

She was not beautiful

She was not beautiful. Nothing about her was extraordinary. Nothing about her made her stand out in a crowd. She grew up in a family of six and being the eldest, she learned responsibility at an early age.

As she grew stronger and brighter, she instilled a sort of light and cheer to whomever she met. She was not beautiful, but she made others feel better about themselves. She meets a rebel boy who thinks he is all man, befriending him, she teaches him. She teaches him how to read and a little boost, the 'man' needed to go to college, they become fast friends and she fell fast in love with her rugged handsome student.

The 'man' then finds himself in love with a girl. A girl who was so beautiful. Her hair was a hallow of light around her. Her eyes the bluest blue of the ocean. 'Like an angel' he tells his tutor 'like a beautiful angel.' The girl swallows a lump at her throat. She was not beautiful, she did not posses the heart of the one he loved, but she did not care. As long as he was happy, she would be happy, or so she tried to. She helped write the most beautiful letters to his angel. All the time visioning it was she herself receiving those very letters. And so the girl helped him choose the right clothes, say the right words, and buy the right gifts for his angel.

His angel brought him much joy and much pain to the girl who cried behind her smiles. But that never stopped her from giving more than she will ever receive. Then one day, the angel he loved left him for another man. A richer more successful man. The boy was stunned. He was so hurt, he did not speak for days. The girl went to him. He cried on her shoulder and she cried with him.

He was hurt and she was too. Time went by and so wounds heal. The boy realizes something about his friend/tutor. Something he never realized before. How her laughter sounded heavenly and how her smiles brightened up the darkest days, or how simply beautiful she looked to him!

Beautiful. This plain, simple girl was beautiful to him. And he began to fall. Fall so in love with this beautiful girl. On one day, he picked up all his courage to see her. He walked to her house, nervous, and fidgeting, Running his thoughts over and over his head.

He was going to tell her how beautiful she was to him. He was going to tell her how wonderfully in love he was with her. He knocked. No one was home.

The next day, he found out that the beautiful girl he fell in love with had a brain tumor that put her into a coma. The doctors were grim and the family decided to let her go.

One final time he got to see her. He held her hand. He stroked her hair and he cried for this beautiful girl. He cried, but it was too late. The beautiful girl was buried and the heavens broke. Out a beautiful spring shower, a cry for their loss. She was the most beautiful girl in the world and she had taught the rebel boy-man to love and what it is to be loved.

She was the most beautiful girl in the world.


Look around. Aren't there a lot of plain faces? Take a good look. A real good look or you might just miss out that beautiful person.

Apologies

I haven't written in awhile. I'm sorry. I've been very busy with work and traveling with my aunt to various places in Texas.

I recently just visited my parents back in Maryland for a daughter moment with my parents. It was the usual dinner parties and classic wine tasting. eugh. Well, I don't have much to type...I might write some more in the mean time.

oh my god

it's over for them. it's over....

Encouraging

adj.
Giving courage, confidence, or hope or promise.

Relationships are all about trusts and encouragement.


To Break down the walls
To Build bridges
To Heal wounds and bring Hope…
TO ENCOURAGE.

Knowing the step by step process to give hope and encourage yourself and others ensures you will never be at loss for the right words to say to treasure hunt discouragement into encouragement and help others feel inspired. Time is your most precious resource and now is the time to learn how to inspire others and yourself to live a purpose-filled life!
Knowing how to encourage yourself and others brings purpose, passion, potential, and power to live a positive, confident and healthy life.

Learn the right words to say to impact others in a positive way!

There is such a strong connection in couples that support each other through each stage of life. For better or worse is the motto in marriage, friendship, family, and all stages of your relationship. If you're happily together through everything, then you will likely stay together through everything in the future.

A slow pace is still important when wanting to advance your relationship. Since men generally progress much slower with their feelings and emotional attachment, give him plenty of time to feel love. As long as your relationship is a topic of discussion and importance to you both, then you're not waiting around for nothing.


You can encourage love by what you do. This is the time to reel them with more affection and attention to the relationship. He needs to see everything you are deep within by watching you pursue your own dreams while encouraging them. Talking honestly about your feelings for one another and where'd you like the relationship to go is a bold action you can do to encourage the possibility of real love for you two.

Be their friend. Think about your friendships and how strong they are. What builds your friendships with your best friends should build your relationship with your lover who should be your best friend of all. The only difference is a stronger love of you and them than anyone else. You can do anything you want to encourage love but it should be based on this as your strongest friendship ever, patience to know each other well, and mutual encouragement together to move through life

Truth

not everything you hear is REALLY true. :)

Love is overrated

it's a given fact. today, there's no love. everyone just wants to be in each other's pants.

IF there is love. prove it. let me see it.

Stupid

People are just too stupid with each other. what the fuck is with their "feelings" it's completely stupid.

Overthinking

Overthinking is a natural part of life for many of us, even when we’re not aware we’re doing it. More women (57%) find themselves overthinking than men (43%), which is a significant difference. This means the majority of women are overthinkers, and the majority of overthinkers are women.

Overthinking can occur as a consequence of a decision that needs to be made, big or small, and is typically exacerbated in stressful situations. It’s not limited to decision making however, as it can also rear it’s ugly head whenever something has the ability to cause any level of anxiety or worry. It’s the proverbial thing that “keeps you up at night” and stems from an actual or perceived lack of control over some aspect of life. With a lack of control comes a feeling of helplessness. Overthinking is frequently the direct result. The worst overthinkers actually spend time overthinking seemingly meaningless things to the point that they’ve spent more time thinking about the thing than the time it would have taken to address it completely. What a waste of time and energy!


There have been a number of studies over the past 20 years that challenge the view that overthinking equates to better decisions and therefore improved happiness and success. Specifically these studies have found that overthinkers are more prone to sustained sadness and negative thinking. And though it may seem that thinking through problems to the extreme would result in better decisions, overthinking has actually been shown to impair problem solving and rational thought, and interfere with initiative and motivation.

What’s worse is that people aren’t clued in to the dangers of overthinking. Most people feel they’re making progress while cogitating endlessly, but in fact they’re permeating negative thoughts and fostering a pessimistic view of the situation. As we know, “we are what we think”, and for those stuck in the cycle of overthinking, they’re reinforcing this adverse thought process and letting it trickle into other areas of thought.


when in a relationship, people overthink too much of the posibility of their otcome in the status quo.
"am i doing my best to keep this relationship at bay?"
"Am I good enough to be with him/her?"

Majority, it's okay to overthink. but please, don't sress too much on it. communication is key to the essantial of a healthy relationship

Doubts

We think of being in love, finding "the one," as a step-by-step process. At the first step we're alone and by the end we're not. We don't always stop to think about the fact of living through this process. Looking at the happiness of other couples, it's easy to assume that they are always sure of themselves, always happy, and never experience any doubts about their choices, but nothing could be further from the truth. You will experience doubts and insecurities in even the healthiest relationship. The most important thing is not to avoid these feelings, but to accept them and deal with them well.


The first step is to be willing to acknowledge that feelings of doubt are okay to have. Looking back over your shoulder once you've decided on a course is only natural. Still, you may find yourself asking about the people who have entered into serious relationships and seem to have no doubts at all. Why is it that some people seem so confident and others seem plagued with doubts?


Well, some people make decisions based totally on emotion. They get their adrenaline running at such a high pitch that they don't stop to analyze their actions and decisions. For the person who makes their decisions based solely on their emotions, a time will come when they will have to deal with doubts, usually at some point when it will be more difficult for them.


Other people have doubts and insecurities, but choose not to talk about them. They may feel guilty about even having these feelings in the first place. "After all", they may ask themselves, "look at all the wonderful things my partner has brought into my life. Look at all the ways I'm better for knowing them. What right have I to question my decision to be with them?"


It's important to let these feelings surface. Having such doubts and concerns is very natural, and they serve a very helpful purpose. Being in love and choosing to commit, particularly choosing to get married to someone, is a life-changing decision. Doubts offer an opportunity to cut through the emotions of the situation, allowing you to consider for yourself where the relationship is taking you and with whom it is taking you there.

When you find yourself feeling these doubts and looking back over your shoulder, it's time to locate the focal point of these fears. Ask yourself some of the following questions:


•Am I ready to commit?
Being in love with someone and committing to them, particularly marrying them, is a huge step. It's not an additive to your life's agenda - an agenda you've already set in place and will try to work your marriage into. It is an agenda all in itself, an alternative to how you lived before you made the decision to share your life with someone. Yes, it can be a huge decision and people should take it more seriously than they so often do.
To be honest, no one is "ready" to commit. You must simply commit to learning more about your partner every day and be willing to take things one day at a time, patiently building a life together, and not expecting that your love will sweep all of your insecurities away. Remember that acknowledging your fears and insecurities isn't a betrayal; it's one of the best ways to take your partner into your confidence.

•Who is this person I've fallen in love with?
As a relationship becomes more solid, as you become more committed to another person, and especially as you head toward a marriage, the tension may lead you to believe that you've been blind to the things you now see in your partner. After all, when you begin to date, you see only perfection in your partner. As things become more serious, these perfections may begin to wear thin.
Everyone needs the right to be human. Imperfections are a reality of life, even if seeing them in your partner may come as a shock to you. It's healthy to see them simply as they are: imperfections or immaturities, nothing more. We all have them. The finishing school of love, the years involved, seems to be one of God's ways of smoothing these rough edges over, and you should take heart in this.
Make a list of all the ways your partner enriches you, the things about them that drew you to them. Remember that though they may have imperfections only recently noticed, they still possess the things that drew you to them, and it is in these things that you will find comfort when you feel annoyed, frustrated, or angry.

Robert J. Sternberg

Robert J. Sternberg was born on December 8, 1949 in New Jersey. Sternberg's interest in studying intelligence was first peaked in the sixth grade after suffering from text anxiety and failing an intelligence test. Sternberg realized that this particular score did not accurately predict his intelligence, and he scored significantly higher after retaking the test in a room with students a year younger than he. In this room, Sternberg felt more confident while taking the test, thus his score was higher. Just one year later, in the seventh grade, Sternberg developed his first intelligence test: the Sternberg Test of Mental Ability, or STOMA.
Throughout his studies, Sternberg quickly realized he learned better when not required to memorize information rote. In his first year in college at Yale, he preformed so poorly in a largely rote-based Introductory Psychology course, the professor urged Sternberg to pursue a career outside of the field of psychology. As his later performance in the psychological field shows, the C Sternberg recieved in this first course did not serve as an accurate predictor of his later achievments.

Sternberg went on to earn his BA summa cum laude from Yale, and to earn the Sidney Siegel Memorial Award while pursuing his doctorate at Stanford. He returned to Yale as a member of the faculty where he continues his research today. Throughout his career, Sternberg has written several articles and books concerning the topics of intelligence, creativity and love, and has developed two major theories: the Triarchic Theory of Intelligence and Triangular Theory of Love.
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Triangular Theory of Love

Love, according to Sternberg's Triangular Theory, consists of three components: intimacy, passion, and decision/commitment. Intimacy is the feeling of closeness that exists between two people, passion the drive that produces romance, physical attraction, and intercourse, and decision/commitment is the decision and commitment to further a loving relationship. With this theory, the type and strength of a couple's love is determined by both the individual strength of the three components and the interaction between the three components. Romantic love is the combination of high intimacy and passion, companionate love of intimacy and commitment, fatuous love a combination of passion and commitment, and consummate love involves all three areas relatively equally.

According to Sternberg, individuals have two different triangles of love: the triangle that characterizes their current relationship, and the triangle of their ideal relationship. Sternberg reports that the most successful couples occur when the two individuals have more compatible triangles.
Sternberg also believes that individuals begin to form their own personal theories about what love should be from the time they are born. This theory of love as a story, as he calls it, stems from watching our parents, the media, reading books, and whatever other external factors influence our beliefs about what love should be like.
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Love isn't something to be catergorized. it is the feeling in which we believe is true and what should be given. i intend to love. Sternberg's law is so consuming because this is his own theory, while others can view this as a legitimate fact, while others extend this and make their own theories. But which is true? only you can decide it..

Les Miserables

There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

Umm..yay!

I used to be a huge pokemon fan until Misty left and I guess...the show has gotten dull and useless. Without Misty, it was kind of pretty lame and retartded. I was searching something online, when I noticed that I wrote a story about Misty/Ash romance 7 years ago! I'll post it here! ENJOY!

"Anniversary"


Ash couldn't believe he was late. Of all days of the year, he HAD to choose this
one to be late. Never in all the years, he had he ever been tardy to the
appointment. He would always made sure he had plenty of time to arrive. With
just enough time, to see the sunset on the edge of 'Maiden's Peak'. Then he
would see her...

But for some unknown reason, this year he was late. Terribly late. And he knew
she was going to be mad. No scratch that....SHE WAS GOING TO BE PISSED!

'Misty I hope you can forgive me this one time...' Ash said to himself, as his
dark blue Honda Civic swirled in and out of the different lanes. The man had no
qualms with cutting off anyone that wasn't going at least 80mph.

Usually he wouldn't be driving this recklessly. But he already wasted enough
time. It was October 30...Their day. Their 'special' day. This one day meant
almost everything to them... And if all else fails Ash was going to get to
Maidens Peak before sundown.

***



Sometimes I wonder if I'm insane, for going through with this every year....

It isn't natural to live like this. To have 364 days in total darkness just to
the promise of having one day of light...

I may not be the brightest of indiviudals..but even I know that shouldn't be
right...

But it is my choice I guess, how can I live any other way?....

....She's all I ever think about.


***

At 7:58PM...Approximately five minutes before sundown.

A navy blue Civic, pulled up into the parking lot around the Summer's End
festival grounds. The act wouldn't bother most people, except for the fact, the
festival was held 3 mouths earlier. And hardly anyone (besides necking
teens)...would venture to the woods. Also with the rumor of the areas was
supposed to be haunted.

But I guess that didn't matter to the driver...Specially since he was already
making a mad dash up the hillside. Not only was the young man, making the long
uphill battle, but he was also fumbling with putting the rest of his black
tuxedo on.

You know it's funny...seeing the young gentleman take the long strenuous hike
year round.
I bet never once did he ever consider taking the stairs...

***

Ash was nearly out of breath when he reached to the climax of the hill. Reaching
the top he stopped for a few seconds to reclaim his air.

His deep lungs inhaled and exhaled as more oxygen filled his bloodstream. Taking
a quick glance to the side, it gave him a perfect view of the Sun fleeing from
the horizon. And with that act, drew the last bits of sunlight.

Ash immediately shot up. He knew he should take a few more minutes to rest. But
he can worry about breathing later. He had to go. He had to go..now!

***

Ash sprinted the last few hundred yards, finally coming to the peak of the rock.

Briefly he scanned the area, trying to find any trace of her. But then he looked
toward the statue and he saw her. Dressed in a flowing white dress, who's
material seemed to be carried by the winds. Folding around her sleek, slender
body. Her autumn red hair, was curled this time. Falling just above her
shoulders. Nestling on top of her bare shoulders.

The young woman turned to see the dark haired man's approach. Her fine scarlet
colored hair, blew slightly as a gust of wind hit her. With a few seconds, her
eyes were fixed on his.

****



I know that after all that's happen in the past, many would believe I shouldn't
be here...

That I should end this now...And just forget..

But how can I?

She's so beautiful...And I love her...

****

For the few moments Misty's eyes were on him, Ash stopped dead in his tracks.
There were so many things, he had to say to her. But once he looked into her
eyes, he couldn't find the words to say them.

Almost instantly the girl recognized him and frowned. She slowly walked towards
him. A frown was still present on her face. For the moment, Ash didn't know what
was wrong. But a crushing blow to his stomach, helped remind him.

"Your late..." Misty said in a threatening tone.

For the second time tonight, Ash hunched over to catch his breath. He had
forgotten how strong her blows could be. Ash soon recovered and cast his gazed
down. Upon impulse he nervously scratched the back of his head. "Yeah I know I'm
sorry...Misty," His dark eyes gazed toward hers, to see if he was given her
forgiveness.

He wasn't...

A frown was still on etched Misty's face. Almost if the girl didn't know how to
express any other emotion. She continued to glared at him, as she crossed her
arms. Then all at once, she let out a very annoyed sigh. "Sorry isn't good
enough mister." Ash's gazed returned to the floor. But Misty continued. "But it
will have to do..."

At this, Ash instantly perked up and smiled. Then in the next few seconds, he
was embraced by the woman he loved. He returned her loving hold, as she rested
her head on his chest.

Placing her ear near his heart, she could hear his soft rhythmic beating. It
always pleased her when she did that. It meant that he was there. That this,
wasn't some illusion. That the moment they were sharing now, was real.

She gazed up to him and smiled. "So how have you been doing?"

Ash looked down to her. "Ok...I guess." He said softly. "All things
considering..." He didn't need to continue the sentence. He knew, that she knew
what he was referring to.

Misty's deep blue eyes, sadden instantly. She nestled her head deeper into his
body and closed her eyes. "I know....I'm sorry...Ash," She said sadly.

The young man noticed her behavior. For a second he sighed. He didn't want the
night to go on like this. So instantly he recovered with a smile. "Hey don't
even think about it," He said merrily. "Lets just enjoy the night." He said
while giving her another tight squeeze.

Misty's deep blue eyes gazed up to his rich brown ones. She smiled. "Ok..." She
then had a mischievous smile and took his hand. "Now come with me...Ashy-boy..."
She said, while leading him towards the forest.

****

The young couple entered the underbrush. The many different sounds of the
woodland Pokemon filled the dark woods, as they continued to venture in. Once
there, would have been a time when the girl, would have been totally frighten to
ventured into a such a scary setting. But now she didn't have anything to worry
about now. Not anymore...

Finally coming to a clearing, the two exited the forest. Now before them was an
open green field. The night air seemed to give the area a haunting feel to it.
But other wise...it did seem peaceful.

Ash couldn't help to recall how the setting reminded him of a special night the
two had, so long time ago. Then he noticed a small arrayment of candle light.
And a blanket with a wooden basket.

Ash looked to Misty. "A picnic?"

The young woman smiled and nodded. "Uh..huh. Just like the one where you
proposed to me..."

A smile crossed Ash's face as he remembered the night. They were barely kids
back then. Things were so much simpler back then. No worries. He didn't have to
worry about a mortgage or raising a child. That was even before....

Ash stopped himself immediately. He didn't want to bring up any bad memories
now... His mind was plagued with those thoughts, the other 354 days of the year.
For this little time..he just wanted to think about his love. His wife...

"So how's Sarah doing?" Misty asked while settling herself down at the blanket.

Ash thought for a while. "Well, she's doing well." He began, while joining her.
"She just started the 1st grade this year." He smiled. "She looks just like you!
Has your blue eyes and everything..." He then frowned his eyebrows. "Besides the
fact, she has black hair and all..." He went into his pocket. "Here I have some
pictures for you."

Misty she smiled brightly as she looked the photographs. Her eyes teared up as
she gazed at the little girl. "She's beautiful..." Misty said while wiping her
eyes.

Ash smiled while handing her a tissue. "Just like her mom..." Misty blushed
slightly as she tabbed her eyes with the cloth.

Ash looked at the photos of their daughter again and smirked. "You should see
the fight she makes when I try to make her to eat her carrots..." His phrase
ended with a few chuckles.

Misty couldn't help but to laugh herself. She knew if there were anything that
she hated the most when she was a kid....(besides bugs and beets) were carrots.

The young woman gazed back to the pictures as she flipped through a few more.
"Umm...does she remember me...?" She knew the answer even before she said it.
But she still had to know.

Ash was now silent. He didn't want to lie to Misty...But he also knew the truth
was too painful. So....in the end... He guessed a little lie wouldn't hurt.
"Ummm....yeah...." He responded, in a matter of factly tone.

Instantly Misty saw through his farce. She looked to him and smiled..even though
Ash knew she didn't want to. "Liar..." The woman responded sadly. She didn't
even notice it, but Ash already retrieved the pictures.

He frowned slightly, then instantly was struck with an idea. He got up to his
feet and stood above her. He then looked down to her and smiled. "You want to
dance milady?" He asked while extending his hand to her.

The girl gave him a peculiar look. "Not really...Besides there is no music to
dance to..." She stated flatly.

Ash smirked as he took her hand. "Has that ever stopped us before?"

Misty got up and shook her head. "You certainly are a character Ash Ketchum...."
The two were now moving to the sounds of the wind. Slowly rocking forth to the
tunes of some unknown song.

Ash smiled as he continued to hold her closer and closer to him. "Why thank you
Misty Ketchum..." He finished the statement with dipping the young girl. The two
laughed from the action.

Misty sighed. "Misty Ketchum..." She said to herself. "Its been such a long
since I've had anyone call me that..." She looked to Ash, who smiled. She placed
her head on his chest again. "I almost forgot it was my name..."

"Never forget...though," Ash chimed in.

"I know...I don't think I will..." She answered softly. "But it gets harder and
harder every year Ash..."

The dark haired man frowned. "I know...But don't think about it..." He heeded.
"Just think about tonight..." He said while softly holding her chin. "Just think
about right now." He commented while brushing away a stray tear. "...And just
think about this.." He stated, while bringing his lips to hers.

Misty smiled, while she returning the kiss. She knew who she was. And she knew
no matter what happens when she gets back. She would never ever forget it.
'Thanks Ash...' The girl thought, as he put his arms around her.

Ash wasn't aware of the inner resolution that Misty just underwent. All he knew
was he was finally able to do, what he had been wanting to do all night. He
slowly ran his fingers along her back. Her skin felt so soft and her lips were
so sweet. He had almost forgotten how wonderful it felt when they kissed.

And he would have gladly spent the rest of the night, out there with his wife.
Just kissing under the starlight...that is if he stomach would have agreed to
the plan.

Misty instantly stopped their exchange when she heard Ash's stomach grumbling
"ASH!" She complained to her husband, for totally ruining the mood.

Ash blushes from total embarrassment. "I'm sorry misty.... I haven't had
anything since this morning."

The young woman glared at her counterpart. Then started to laugh. "I guess we
should get something inside you then..."

"I guess...But not before one more..." Then suddenly he darted over to Misty and
placed another deep sensual kiss on her. Then the two returned to the picnic
blanket.

***

Almost on impulse, Ash Ketchum started to rummage through the picnic basket. His
eyes already targeting the items, he was soon going to devour. And patiently in
the background, Misty Ketchum watched her husband scout throughout the foods.

After another few seconds, Ash brought out about seven large items. Misty
instantly recognized them as Ash's "appetizers." And finally bringing out a
plate, Ash went to work.

Bite after bite. He did admit that the food was good. After taking a bite into a
sandwich, he noticed Misty just staring idly after him, while he ate. He
frowned. "Your not eating..?" He asked innocently.

"I don't need to, remember..." She said softly.

Ash looked down. He couldn't believe he forgot about that. It's just everything
seemed to remind him of how things used to be. He just wasn't thinking.
"Sorry...I forgot.." He responded truthfully.

Misty smiled. "Don't be silly...Just enjoy yourself...I'll be fine..." She
reassured him.

Ash nodded and continued on with the meal. Ever now and then when the young man
would come up for air. And when he did, Misty was ready with another plate for
him.

***

An hour later Ash rose up from his meal. His stomach finally full, he was now in
search of his lovely wife. He didn't have to journey far though, because as so
as he got up, he noticed her sitting by the edge of Maidens Peak. The young
woman's gaze trailed off, looking into the water. Taking in, the vastness of the
ocean. And also hoping that the night would somehow never end.

After a few minutes the girl felt, strong arms enclosed her slender frame. She
looked up to stare into Ash's rich brown eyes. "What's on your mind...?" He
softly asked her, as her blue orbs returned to the view of the sea.

Whole minutes went by and Misty didn't make any response. Ash assumed she didn't
hear his question and was about to ask her something else. But then she said.
"Ash...Do you ever think about...What if things turned out differently? ...If
what happened so long ago...Didn't?"

Ash could feel his heart throbbing faster and faster the more he thought about
her inquiry. "All the time to be honest..." He answered her. Then he smiled at
her. "But we can't change what happen in the past. All we can do is move on I
guess..."

"But are we Ash?" Misty exclaimed, she got up to her feet to look at him. "Us
meeting like this every year...We're not moving on...! This...This is no way to
live your life Ash," Her voice nearly broke, from all the emotion she was
putting into them. "Death is no way to live!"

Ash stared back at her plainly. "I don't care..."

"What...?"

"I said I don't care...." Ash repeated. He rose up and looked into Misty's eyes.
"This is my choice." He stated while taking her hand. "Misty...This is how I
want to live my life." He looked away from her. And all though, Misty couldn't
see it. She knew he was crying. "So what if I'm living in the past...If it means
being with you...Even for a little while... Then it's worth it..." He then
looked at her, with tear filled eyes. "I miss you..."

"Ash...I miss you too..."Misty replied, shedding a few tears of her own. "It's
just when ever I think about what happened. I get..." Ash quietly shushed her,
while he puts his arms around her nymph like body.

"Can we just not think for a while...?" His words chiming in. All though they
held a simple request. She took his lead.

Misty smiled bitterly. "Like thinking was your strong suit anyway..."

At this Ash laughed. They he wore a sinister grin. "Then I guess..I should try
something I was good at..." Then with one motion, the young man scooped the
kicking, screaming and laughing red head into his arms. He took her back into
the direction of where their blanket was.

Within seconds, their laughter changed into silent moans, as the two made love
underneath the stars...

***

Later that night, after the last of the kisses were felt. And all their
remaining strengths was spent. The two continued to hold each other under the
starlight. Each body, who was now slightly glistening from their previous
activity, were at rest underneath their blankets.

"Misty..." His voice said. "Can you tell me what it's like...there?"

Misty looked over to her husband. "Ash, I told you last year...Don't you
remember...?"

The young man shook his head. "Nah..I guess I always forget..."

Misty looked away. "Idiot...." She said quietly. Then she looked over to he and
smiled. "Well...Everything is white when you first get there." She pulled for
more of the blanket, to cover herself. Silently Ash smiled to himself....She
always was a covers hog.

"Others always say they feel much lighter when your there. Kinda like
everything.. The past, all the burdens, all the troubles from your life have
been lifted. It's like your free..." She said very strongly.

But then another frown appeared on her lovely face. "But honestly, I never feel
that way..." She informed him. "I always have something that's on my
mind...Something that makes being there so very hard."

Ash looked at her, totally puzzled. "What is it?"

The woman gave him blank look. "You...silly."

"Oh..." Ash said finally understanding. He could relate...It seems like they
were in very similar circumstances. He then gave his wife another quick kiss
before she continued.

Misty blushed because of Ash's act, but continued. "Everyone is nice to you
there. And I guess it is good in away. Almost anything you can put your mind to,
can happen there." She said merrily. Then she let out a small sigh. "But I
think, many think I'm weird..."

"Why?"

"Cuss...I'm like the only person that always wants to come back." She answered
truthfully. Ash gave her a small squeeze and kiss. Kinda like his way of saying,
he always wanted her there too.

"But 'He' understands..." She said continuing. "I think that's the reason why
I'm able to come back...Back on our Anniversary..." She said proudly, while
turning back to Ash. Who at the moment was peacefully at rest. The girl looked
onto him for a few more seconds, then let out a small sigh.

"You always did fall asleep around that part..." She ended while giving him nice
goodnight kiss. For the next couple of hours, all she would be doing was
watching, the raise and fall of his chest. Always wishing she could do this
every night.

***

Ash awoke a few hours later. The minute he opened his eyes he was in a panic.
"OH GOD!!! No..!!!" He quickly rose to his feet. "Why do I always do that...?"
He couldn't believe he fell asleep. He promised himself he wouldn't this year.

Ash looked all around the area. Inside he prayed he didn't miss her leaving. He
couldn't live with himself if he didn't get to spent those last few minutes with
her. But rest assured, he didn't miss it.

After few seconds, he let out a relieved breath. She was still here. As
beautiful as ever, perched on the top of Maidens Peak.

He slowly approached her and put his arms around her. "It's about time you woke
up..." Misty said, while turning around to look at him. Her face still holding
her ever-present smile. "I was beginning to think I would have to get the 4th
Division to wake you up..."

Ash smiled. "Sorry..I didn't mean to... I was trying to get enough sleep all day
so I could finally last the whole night with you." Misty didn't comment. She
didn't mind. She always thought he looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. "Why
don't you wake me...?" He asked drawing her away from her thoughts.

The girl turns to him and looked deeply into his eyes. "I guess..." She paused,
for a second. She didn't know how she was going to word this right. "I guess, I
don't have the heart to." She beamed. "You do look awfully cute when your
asleep..." She said while pitching his cheeks. "Besides your very grumpy when
your awaken too early...anyway" She added.

Ash blushed. "Whatever...." He stated while brushing the comment off. "So how
long do we have?" He asked, trying to change the subject.

Misty looked across the water. She spotted the few trances of the sun trying to
peak over the horizon. "Just around the usually time..." She answered.

"I see.." Ash said sadly. For a few minutes he didn't have anything to say. Then
he remembered, they're last topic. "So did you ask 'Him', to send you on this
night?"

"Him? Him who?" Misty asked.

"You know..." He stated without mentioning the name. Then he looked up to the
heavens.
Signifying his answer.

Misty thought for a minute, then she understood. "Oh...? You were actually
listening to me?" She was more shocked than anything. She thought once Ash was
asleep, there was no way of reaching him.

The young man smiled. "Actually I've always heard you..." He nestled his chin on
her forehead. "And despite what you I said before...I do remember what you
say..."

"Then why do you always ask..every year?"

Ash shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know....I think it's just to hear your
voice..." He said truthfully. "I don't get to hear it as often you know...I miss
it..."

Misty blushed, while Ash chuckled to himself. She still did look cute when she
was embarrassed. He then looked past her and noticed the Sun was starting to
raise.

Misty broke out of their embrace and rose to her feet. She looked over to the
Sun one last time, then turned to her husband. "I have to go...Ash" Those words
were always the hardest thing to say.

"I know..." He said solemnly.

Misty looked onto him, almost as if she was trying to remember something very
important. Then it finally came to her. She knew she would have to close her
eyes when she said this, or she wouldn't have the heart to utter the words.
"Please....Please don't come next year...Ash"

Ash smiled. "Now you know, you always say that every year...."

"I know..." Misty replied, smiling slightly also. "And you always say.. "I
can't...I'll miss you too much..." She commented, while imitating Ash's voice.
She couldn't help but to laugh after that. Ash laughed also and smiled. She knew
him too well. Misty then gave her lover, a quick kiss before she walked toward
the edge of the peaks.

More of the Sun brilliant rays were starting to show. Normally a sight as lovely
as this, would be clearly welcomed by all. But now, all the Sun represented was
the end of their only way of being whole.

And the more Misty looked at the Sun, the more frighten she was. She ran back to
her husband and clutched onto him tightly. "Ash I don't want to go! PLEASE I
can't go back...Everything is so lonely there!!!" She screamed while clutching
him tighter and tighter. More of her tears started to race down her face as she
poured herself out to him. "Please just let me stay with you! I want to be with
you...I want to see Sarah grow up and get married and have kids of her own!!! I
want to be a grandmother Ash! I want to grow old with you!!! I want us to always
be together!!! Please Ash!! Please!!!" She ended as she buried her face into
him.

All Ash could do was hold her. He ran his hands through her hair, while she
wept. Ash didn't know what to say honestly. He knew he wanted the samething. To
stay together....forever. But he knew...her staying would still be wrong. All
though he wanted it so much, he knew things were the way they were for a reason.

But now...all he could do now..was try to comfort her. "Misty..." Ash started to
say.

Misty covered his lips. "I'm sorry Ash...I'm just so scared..." Ash took her
hand and kissed it, while she continued. "It gets harder and harder every year
to have to let you go....I'm afraid one year you won't be here and I'll be
totally alone..." She admitted.

Ash shook his head. "No matter what happens...you'll never be alone. And I'll
always be there. If anything, us being here now is proof of that." He added with
a small smile. "And I'll always comeback. Every year...Till the day I'm finally
able to be with you forever...So don't worry... Just have faith...I know I
do..."

Misty nodded and wiped the rest of her tears. "I love you Ash...I love you so
much..."

"I know... I love you too Misty..."

The girl was about to say something else, but then she stopped. For a brief
second she turned away from Ash and looked on to the horizon. She stared in that
direction for a few minutes then turned back to Ash. "They are saying I have to
go.."

"Ok..." Ash replied sadly. He gave his wife a big hug and planted his lips on
hers.

Misty gladly returned the action. They held each other for a few more minutes.
Then they finally released each other. Misty took a few steps away from Ash. Ash
was about to walk back to his car but then Misty called him back.

"Please tell Sarah that her mother loves her very much. And make her eat her
carrots, no matter how much she hates them!! And..." She looked to Ash and
smiled. "Ash try to get out some more...Hang out with Brock and Tracey again...
Enjoy yourself...and..don't forget me..."

The dark hair man nodded. "I know Mist...Till next year..."

"Till next year..." Misty replied.

"Till death do us part..."

"....And even after"

The two ended the passage with one final kiss. Ash arms enfolded around Misty's
body. He couldn't believe he was letting her go again this year. He continued to
hold her, even as she slowly started to vanish from his grasp.

In a few minutes she was gone and Ash felt the loneliness again. He turned back
to their picnic area just to see a barren green field. It was almost like Misty,
was never was even there.

Taking a small sigh and one last look. Ash gathered his things, and went back to
his car, for the long trip home.

***

I know that many people wouldn't agree with my actions...
The atrocity of a husband and wife still seeking each others love, even after
death...
The idea alone would be deemed unholy...

I know many would think that, I'm a fool for still loving one who is no longer
of this world...
That the only way to find peace and maybe happiness is to let go and forget...

But how can that be so, when I can only find true happiness, when she's in my
arms..

Life or death...

The boundaries seem so tremendous...
But frankly that doesn't matter to me...

The only thing that is constant..is my love for her...

Happy Anniversary Misty....


Fin

I want..

I want to be a model. I want to be a star. I want to be a princess to some foreign country. I want to be the first to become the scene girl in a preppy magazine. I want to ride a horse. I want to climb the Empire State Building and dance. I want to ride a Whale. I want to sleep naked under the stars. I want to grow a garden. I want to cook for the prince. I want to be the girl that makes the guys scream. I don't want to be like a slut. I want to become a rapper. I want to sing and dance. I want to get married. I want to get married in a strange way. I want to have the best honeymoon. I want to save my virginity to Mr.right. I want to settle down somewhere quiet and remote. I want to raise a family. I want to become the perfect wife. I want Paolo to stay with Emily. I want to cry. I want to laugh. I want to do everything. I want to be crippled. I want to be blind. I want to be deaf. I want to be mute. I want to be special. I want to be disabled. I want to get sick. I want to get cancer. I want the diseases and learn from it. I want things that people are afraid to do. I want to travel. I want what he wants. I want what she wants. I want to eat a lot of ice cream and never get fat. I want bigger breasts. I want smaller breasts. I want..I just want the things that normal people want...because we're not perfect. I want things. things that aren't materialistic, but earning them! :)

that's all I want. what do you want?

Perfect Imperfect

Nobody's perfect.

It's an unwritten law; it's a matter of existence. You have to know not to try to be perfect, just to try your hardest for everyone, so that they know how strong you are, and how much you can grow as a human being.

But she still had to ask herself. She still needed to know... She wasn't perfect, she wasn't trying to be perfect. But there were so many out there who were so much better than her. He could have had almost any one of them.

So, why did he choose her..?

She was so violent sometimes... And argumentative. And sarcastic. She was nice when she wanted to be, but she knew that she had uncontrollable anger issues.

And yet, with all of those negative qualities...

He still chose her.

Sometimes his naivety took her breath away.

She loved him. She really, truly, absolutely loved him. Without a doubt. What she did doubt all of those years was whether or not he loved her, as well. But now she knew that he did. She'd known for awhile. That's why they were living together.

That's why they were going to go to the restaurant where they had their first date next week, in order to celebrate their anniversary.

But all of that seemed to bring the question back to her mind.

Why did he choose her when he could have had anyone? He was so good looking, and kind hearted, and careful, and popular, and funny. Like the perfect guy.

He wasn't perfect; but he was still a hell of a lot better than her.

There were plenty of girls out there who'd give almost anything just to shake his hand, and they were all beautiful, sweet, well-dressed and brought up, and mindless. Sort of like dolls in a way, but it seemed like the more control a guy had in his relationship, the more he was willing to go for it.

But he wasn't like that. he was him. He was just the best friend you could have. The best boyfriend you could have. The best son, the best brother, the best husband.

Anyone could tell just by looking at him.

her?

she's the most controlling, sarcastic, offensive, angry, violent girl anyone could ever meet.

It wasn't like she was trying to insult herself. She wasn't like that. She was just... Telling it like it was.

She and him had been together for almost a year now... But she couldn't help but ask herself as he held her everyday...

Why did he choose her..?

Sometimes she felt like it was worth changing, if she could get him to admit that there was someone else he'd rather be with. She knew that, if there was, it would make her miserable, but it seemed worth knowing.

Because she wanted answers.

It was a wonderful night as always.

He entered through the patio door, sighed and began to remove his coat, and that bothersome tie... He'd never been able to restrain himself for longer than was necessary. And then he'd put on a fake stony face and ask in a Fred Flintstone voice where his dinner was, and then she'd laugh and they'd kiss each other before sitting down together to relax.

That's how it was every night. As always, as preferred.

But the air seemed more still upon his entrance tonight, and he knew that his girlfriend would be asking questions. Hopefully there was nothing that seemed to trace him to a mistress; after all, there was none, but he was sure it would be some type of fun for an anonymous person to ruin his life with the young woman he loved.

But he tried to simmer the boiling atmosphere by acting as he always did. And she laughed, and she hugged and kissed him in welcome. It was their custom. And they wouldn't give it up just because she may have wanted to talk to him about something.

They were on the couch and he was ruffling her hair when she asked it.

".....why did you want to be with me?"

There was a snort. He was willing to laugh her question off..?

"That's pretty stupid of you. You know why I chose to be with you. I love you."

"Yeah, I've always known that... But... Why..?"

There was a moment of silence.

"Because, there's just no one else like you. And no one more perfect for me."

"But I'm not, and I'm never going to be--! Sometimes I think that... That maybe... Don't you wonder what would happen if you went off with another girl? I mean, if you life turned out better than her, rather than when you're here with me..?"

He stopped brushing his hands through her hair and stared at the wall across from them. It seemed like he was trying to explain something impossible, and she couldn't help wondering why it would take so long, or knowing that it was her fault that he was trying so hard to come up with an answer that would please him.

"You don't have to live up to the world's standards of perfection for me to think that you're... Perfect. When I said that, I meant that you couldn't work any better with me. You're such a lovable person, even though sometimes you're kinda hard to deal with..." He let out a small laugh, "But it doesn't matter because there's nothing about you that I can't love. Your vigor, your personality, your... Unique fashion sense, your belief in what's right, your physical relationships with those around you..." There was another laugh, "What's not to love?"

"You mean...You like me this way? Do you really..?"

"Yea." He seemed to know the answer to her question without her asking it, "You're perfectly imperfect, and I love you for that."

They smiled as she sat up and hugged onto him, clutching him like a porcelain doll she was afraid she'd drop if she let go.

He made a mock-gagging noise, "Ugh... Air..! I need air..!" She let go and slapped him lightly on the shoulder, and then she leaned back against him again and smiled at the ceiling above her.

he loved her because she was..perfectly imperfect. she doesn't think she could get much better than that.

Long-Distances

Does holding on to the mantra “distance makes the heart grow fonder” begin to give you some doubts? If you’re troubled whether your long distance relationship will last long enough or not, you are not alone.

Everyday on the planet, millions and millions of people got no choice but to deal with being miles apart from their loved ones:

◦Executives on a string of offshore meetings, leaving their families behind for days
◦Soldiers fighting for freedom in a foreign land, with loved ones worrying about them back home
◦High school sweethearts pursuing college degrees in separate and distant universities
◦Overseas workers who can’t wait for their contracts to finish and be with their spouses and kids
◦Movie stars shooting abroad, feeling all alone once the filming lights turn off
◦Lovers who ran into each other online and awaiting for the day they meet each other physically
No matter who or what you are, no one is really excused when it comes to the obstacles posed by being in a long distance relationship. So, can long distance relationships work? Of course!

Snubbing naysayers

Like all those millions and millions of people above, I too once had to deal with a long distance relationship. The sad truth is no one really bothers to acknowledge the difficulties of keeping up a long distance relationship – people think it’s downright absurd and is bound for a breakup anyway.

You know what I mean if you are involved in such kind of a relationship: your parents, best friends, co-workers or classmates might have told you time and again that it’s never going to work. But that’s not true. In fact, there are a lot of things you can do to keep your long distance relationship fiery and strong.

Facing up to the challenge

Just think of it as a challenge. There’s a certain advantage to being miles away from your loved ones. Couples who got the advantage of meeting up with one another frequently somewhat fail to count their blessings after some time. But in your case, you have every reason to defy distance, to keep the connection alive, and to look forward to seeing each other like it’s the most important thing in the world!

Go on. Maintain the long distance relationship. Prove everybody wrong.

Thanks to the internet, keeping in touch with your sweetheart abroad is not as expensive as other modes of communication in the past. So there’s no reason for you to subscribe to that rubbish “distance makes the heart forget”! You can exchange e-mails, chat and call each other. You may send flying kisses via webcams or flood each other’s social networking site with sweet nothings!

Distance not a setback

Long distance relationships may sound unusual and challenging – but it’s not impossible! If you want to keep the relationship, then no one or nothing should persuade you to do otherwise – not your family and friends, and most especially not the distance.

Distance should not be the basis to end a relationship. Distance should be defied and considered as a test to make the bond stronger. You are not alone. I was once there. Millions and millions of people all around the world find it no problem. They survive it on a daily basis. And so can you!

After all, how often does it happen in a person's life that he or she falls so absolutely in love? How often in life are we honored to take such a risk? How often does it happen that nearly every passing thought brings to mind your other half, or when you think of him or her, the butterflies in your stomach do a whirling dervish? Maybe once or twice if you're super lucky. It's not just a passing fancy or some kind of silly crush. It's a heavy aching and pounding in the heart and stomach that goes on almost non-stop for days, weeks, months, and sometimes years. It's an anxious feeling that something is terribly amiss because your partner is not by your side. Even hanging up the phone on good terms can be unsettling; you're left with the final words of your lover's voice resonating in your head until the next time you talk with him or her. This is love. It's love with obstacles and challenges and lots of distance. Remember, even couples who live together have their own set of problems, but whether together or apart, only love (and a lot of effort and discipline on both sides!) determine whether they will pull through.

There are several things you might be experiencing if this is the first time you are apart. Some of these things might be frightening or confusing, but it doesn't necessarily mean there is something wrong with your long distance relationship, your partner, or with your own feelings of love. It just means you must learn a different way and routine for now, in which you can show each other on a daily basis how much you love and mean to each other.

Here are some things I felt the first time after my partner and I went our separate ways after spending 5 weeks getting to know each other and falling in love:

•Love
•Euphoria
•Grief
•Anxiety
•Uncertainty
•Fear of getting hurt

The last four points don't seem to coincide well with the first two points, but it makes sense that if you are truly, deeply in love with someone who you've just met and happens to live on another continent, then there is also going to be an element of uncertainty and fear associated with investing your heart, soul, time, and money on an incredibly special person and relationship, only to lose him or her. The stakes are much higher in long distance relationships compared to non-long distance relationships because of the added time and money as well as emotional investment needed to make this relationship work, especially in the beginning when you are trying to establish a firm foundation. Whether you are together or apart, losing the love of your life is preventable if the feelings for each other, attitudes, and goals are mutual.

My point is you shouldn't give up. Never give up.
My friends Emily and Paolo have been together for 5 months, and thy're far apart. Canada and America. They're working to make things meet...

She loves Him?

She tries not to get boring just to keep him interested

Does she love him?

She tries to keep the romance alive by doing things just to please him

Does she love him?

She worries about him and thinks about him everyday

Does she love him

She worries about the future and thinks he's not going to be there

Does she love him

She over thinks about the possibilites

Does she love him....

Intrigued

The longer that I'm keeping you, the more selfish I'm becoming. I don't deseve you. You've given me many reasons to stay and to continue on what we have. But now that I see it..I haven't done anything for you. How can I be selfish and let this get to me? I've always wanted you, but now that I got you...so what? What can I do with you? What can I do to show you that I want you here? Nothing. That's all I could ever say

Confessions

Tell me how you really feel about her, paolo...

"What do you mean, Meghan?"

Don't play dumb with me you crazy asian, you, tell me.

"hahaha..i'm sorry, what do you like me to say..I can't describe Emily in anyway.."

you're crazy. don't ever lie to me, say what you say from your heart.

"from my heart, eh? Emily...."

Go on..i'm impatient..

"Emily, Emily..she's simple. she's like no other girl, though crazy and random that she is she's really just a normal person.."

That's all you could say?

"...she's annoying in a good way, she's always happy and never shows her sadness to other people. she smiles everyday like there's no end. She believes in the things that I sometimes doubt, and worry when something isn't right...she's stubborn with everything. she's too hyporcritical about her sayings, yet she's right...."

why are you making her sound like she's a bad person??!

"BUT..But, my god meghan, I could never get enough of her. She's the life of the party, she's always the smile on my face, she brings me joy everyday, the sun on my rainy day, the warmth of my cold, the light in my dark.."

Hahaha..paolo..

"You have no idea. She has no idea how she makes me feel...if only we were allowed to know and feel what's it like to be the other person for just once, I want her to know what it feels like when she's around me, how i get to smile for no apparent reason. Just hearing her voice on our late night calls, her soft and very loving voice, and how it makes me close my eyes and just sleep away with her breathing through the phone, or even she sends me posts on facebook with just anything. wall links to messages. Those may be just little things, but they mean a lot to me...She...Emily..my god, i mean my god, I'm always thankful that I could be with someone so normal, yet everyday she's special..."

Paolo....

"Meghan, I always think about our future together, I'm overthinking, but what if...of course the change, we all change, not going to lie. we have to. some part of us has to move on, but not my feelings for emily. I'm going to hold on to that, I will. She fears me leaving her, I fear her for leaving me...I want to hold on to my feelings and I want to hold her. I want to hold her everyday..."

Go and hold on to her then. silly..

"I will! I want this. I do. I want to be her boyfriend that makes her know that everyday that she's the only girl for me. I don't know much about the other guys that she was with, all I know they weren't too cool and man, they really hurt her. I'm afraid that I might end up doing so....I always make her happy, that what she says, but am I really? I know that I hurt her when I'm not honest, I know that whenever I try to open up and hesitate, she wants to be there and yet, i'm pushing her away...I want it to stop. I want her to smile and I want her to know that, I'm trying..I have to prove to her.."

You know that she loves you too, right

"Yes, I do. But I love her more..."

You know that she doesn't want you to beat yourself

"I know that I'm not perfect. I try for her because I like the best for her, and I give her the best of me..."

She doesn't deserve that. she just wants you.

"........"

don't give up!

"I'm not going to..let me prove to you that I won't.."

Do it for her because I think she's afraid to lose you, like you said...

"...I really want to sleep with her.."

You're a pervert. IS that all you can think of? How dare you!

"No..No..hahaha..I mean to say, I want to make it to the future with her with me as a lover, a bestfriend, a wife and a mother...I would want to propose to her on a hot air balloon with 'Will you Marry me' mowed on the grass below, while she's looking and I'll pull out a ring and aak her to be my wife. I would love to see myslef at the altar, while she's being led by her dad down the aisle and her brother glaring at me from my side..ohh man...I want to hold her every night in bed and whisper to her corny things that'll make her laugh, I want to smile to her in the morning and kiss her forehead and wake up to a brand new day with her by my side...IF we ever had children, I want them to be as polite and shape them to be respectful kids, and Emily can have her way with them too. I don't think she'll spoil them like I will...hahaha...I want to be there for everything that she'll be facing, letting her know tha I'm always here for support, not because I think what's right, but as a friend...and she shouldnt be afraid of me to ask anything becase I'm here. I know she doesn't want any help, but..atleast...just atleast...

Oh..Paolo..why..why are you so..sweet. i'm sorry, but I can't help my tears. you're like..oh paolo..D: DON'T..Don't ever forget this..never ever ever forget your promise to her, and to me because if you will, I will kill you for Emily.

"I'm sorry, please don't cry. I'm sorry...I won't. haha. I don't want to be in that mess...I really want my future to haver her in it, I mean maybe 3 years from now, I see myself flying to Canada, and do the most awkward greeting that I could possibly think of..shaking her hand. I'll be afraid..."

hahahaha..she'll pull you into a kiss..

"...I'll hold her...forever.."

Paolo, you shouldn't worry..she knows that you love her as much as she does, and no matter what. she will not forget it. though the future is too bleak at the moment, you can shape up everything now and if that tomorrow comes, you two will be ready.

"Thank you Meghan, I'm happy that you support us. I'm losing my win...I told Emily that I want this to work and I want her help with this, just believe in us and we'll work together and be happy..I can then hold her hand forever.."

.....so again, how do you REALLY feel about Emily?

"I love her...."

Good, that's all I have to hear from you. ;)

"Haha...I should get going. it's 11:14, Emily wants me to sleep early..I have TAKS, too. so, i'm going to log out and think about some things for a bit. sorry.."

Take your time. DON'T think too much, or you'll fail. Rest okay? :D

"I will...good night!"

btw..what was that HER story?

"...it was suppose to be a dedication to her. :)"

she cried. i saw her comment.

"..:P I didn't mean to..i said i was sorry.."

yeah yeah..girl-crier, go to sleep!

"I will..good night, again!"

Paolo is offline.
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....I wish every guy was like you, you know? <3

Loving you

A boy and a girl's point of view:
Boy: BOLD
Girl:Italics

I don't think he likes me, what if he doesn't like me for the way i am. am i okay? AM i perfect for him?

Damn, there she is. oh man. she's really beautiful. I don't..How am I with such a beautiful girl, she's too good for me.

He's staring at me. What should I do...I don't know what to do...should I wave, maybe I should!

Shit! Shit! She's waving at me...I should wave back and smile. just smile

He's waving and..he's smiling at me...he's smile is always so kind and warm. I should smile too...

She has the most beautiful smile in the world. I'm really not worth her time at all. look at her...she's amazing

If only hesheknows that i love himher

Why

We have grown apart so much these past few years. I thought when we split apart at the beginning of the year, a change was going to happen, but it didn’t. We got back together only after three months and basically picked up where we left off. Nothing changed at all. Okay, so you say that incident that happened with, need I not say her name, wasn’t supposed to happen, but maybe she was placed into my path to actually see how much of an ***hole you really are. I felt I got back with you on my terms, but to this day I don’t know why I really did get back with you.


My heart burns to know that the light we once inflamed, together, is disintegrating. My soul empties to feel like, us is just a term abbreviated to lesser standards. Love feels like a relevant term. Just knowing you, I’m afraid to know what real love feels like. I realize that it comes in different “packaging,” but if love comes with your type of “postage,” then I don’t want to feel love. My soul yearns for that young man I once fell in love with, but will never happen. What you and I had a once upon a time was so poetic and just. It almost felt like the greatest love tragedy of all, Romeo and Juliet. You were my Romeo and I was your Juliet. If you ever get the time, I encourage you to read that story. It really does feel like us, from beginning to end.


Is love really tender? I think it’s too rough, too rude, too rowdy, and it pricks like a thorn. You were the type I shunned completely; for the idea of being with someone like you jolted me. “Love is a monster for making me fall in love with my worst enemy.” The love we had was much like lightning which flashes and then disappears before you can say “it’s lightning.” Strands of old tears still stain my cheek from the many promised promises, many given, but never kept, always broken. The sun hasn’t melted away the fog I made with all my sighs. Sometimes I couldn’t help but wonder that you were too much acting like you were in love without really knowing what love means. I’ve heard people say that sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder. When they meet, as in a kiss, they explode. “We should have loved each other in moderation.” I think that was the key to our “long-lasting love.” (Too fast is as bad as too slow).


When someone does the smallest thing to make you angry, you get angry. And when you’re in the mood to get angry, you find something to get angry about. Just the thought of her being alone with you at the home you got to “show me the ‘adult’ in you” weighs on my memory like sins linger in guilty minds. Maybe pain likes to have company and can’t come without bringing more pain. No words can and never will express the true pain I feel inside that night I looked into your eyes and realized…this is the beginning of the end. I feel whatever was left of you, you had given utterly and selfishly to her and I was left with none. All the wounds you cast upon me is being washed out with hot, salty tears…my tears; And, it burns horribly to the depths of my soul. How could you? I thought we said to the end? I guess that was the end. I kept you warm when you were cold. I kept you fed when your stomach drew of hunger. I was once the girl you ran to when there were no one else. Have, or did, you lose sight of that?


You were blinded by your distasteful desires…I spit on your pity. That night, I died. We died. My soul was doomed for banishment from my body. Banishment is death by the wrong name. Calling death banishment is like cutting my head off and smiling with I’m being murdered. You…you played the part of my executioner. Damned souls use the word banishment to describe hell. Maybe we’re just getting a sense of what our hell is to be like in the afterlife. We’re both tainted from our past adversities, of one another’s adversities. Life is the union of soul in body through the miracle of birth, but you would throw all that away. You bring shame to your body, your love, your mind. You have so much natural talent, but like someone who values money-not your body, not your love, not your mind. Your body is just a wax figure, without the honor of a man. The love that you promised me was just a hollow lie. All these troubles have given us stories to tell each other, these despicable stories.

I always hoped that one day you would was me out of the grave you sent me to with your tears. A little bit of grief shows a lot of love. But too much grief makes you look stupid. Every time I was with you, I would gaze into your eyes and just witnessed all this infidelity you had, whether it is with your inability with drugs, your many women, or just outright lies! Our love was like the blissful aroma of a rose. Our love was rose, so beautiful and pure, lovely to the eye, yet horrible to the scent. You say that your “so-called friends” think I’m mean; well, that’s nothing compared to the monster my “so-called” friends came to see that you created.

I loathe you. I carried your child, your only begotten son, in my womb and yet you still deny to this day. You see him, and you see someone else. I’d much rather you’d say nothing at all than someone else. In the sights of my soar eyes, my daughter seems to loathe you, also. She doesn’t know what to make of this sometimes. But yet, when I see my daughter and son having the time of their lives playing with a basket attached with a string, I can’t help but to look over at you and wonder if we’re having the same joys of contentment and happiness. That is where I want to stay ever more; though that is very obsolete.


You say you want the love your parents have, and so I ask you what exactly is that? Could it be the way your dad resents your mom from time to time? Could it be that your dad wasn’t a strong enough man to be the rock for his family? Or could it be that he never truly taught the morals and values of life to his three sons? I ask only what exactly kind of love you would like to bestow? If it involves pain, discomfort, and tension, then blind fold me and push into on-coming traffic because that’s exactly what I feel.

I surrender; you win!! Now what? More pain, more tears…do you care? At all? I’ve lost control and sometimes wonder where I am. What am I doing here? How did I get here? And mostly, why am I still here? I always feel like I’m a nervous wreck when I’m with you; even without. All these mixtures of feelings; is it love? What is love? How does it feel? And ultimately, how does one know if there in love? Love is friendship set on fire, and we sure set this thing a blaze. But as a flame does; it must die out, turns with dust, and eventually gone with the wind.

Oh, my love! How I long for the compassion…the tenderness. I wish I had wings to fly away from here. My children would be that wind taking a brethren upon my feathers as I soar through the sky. And you…you would be my wings, coming…helping to whisk me away as I take that last leap into the air, but my wings have failed me…you have failed me. Why must this untimely humiliation go on? Why couldn’t the world just end three years ago when “our world” was so pure and just? I guess that’s where our enjoyment ended. It was doomed from the beginning, and like all good things, it must come to an end; just like every other story has a sad ending. At least we can say that this roller coaster was invigorating, but still…has to come to an end.

My family is filled with screw-ups and break-ups. Now I can say that we fit right into the “clan.” I had fun while it lasted. We had some times, huh? I’ve realized that after doing my best to hold a grudge—something I’ve never been good at—a peaceful wave washes me away from it, even if a friend did something that feels like absolute treason to me. I wake up feeling compassionate, and ready, finally, perhaps to accept your apology. Still, while forgiving is a good idea, it’ll be quite difficult to forget.

That, my friend, my love, is called wisdom, and it comes with experience. So, as our trials and tribulations come to an understanding, we will know how this experience, we’ve lived together, came to pass; we will always recall this point in our lives as the idea of Love and Hate, Hate in Love: A Poetic Just.

My heart will always remain with you, my friend!!