--Elite Writer Alias: O Name: Alia Website:[ Website ] Days Away: 1674 Life Story: [ Ignore User ]
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i am so very sorry about your cousin. i understand loss and how heavy it can be, how its weight pulls you down. i have come to understand that we never truly stop grieving. we just learn to live with it better as time goes on.
i don't visit my cousins much because i always end up crying over my aunt (their mother). i know that is a stupid reason, and a horrible thing in itself because i love my cousins, it's just that it's so close sometimes and the pain always resurfaces.
someday maybe i'll come to terms.
was looking into that publishing thing. any suggestions?
sandy was a big she bitch. however, we faired well by far in comparison to those down the shore or in ny. we were out of electric for 10 days. my biggest hurdle? taking a shower at the local highschool. i never was much for showering communal style. ha!
all is back to normal though. i haven't been home in months. i am in-between homes it seems. have some drawers and my toothbrush at my man's house. he asked me to move in with him. i am considering it. he is across the bridge. i never thought i might/may move to pennsy but it is looking that way.
he makes me laugh. and giggle. and i love the way he touches me all the time. or the fact that we hold hands or touch hands or lay on the floor together to watch jon stewart. i miss him when he's not near.
we work well together. too, he is a riding motherfucker. (smile). but, if he didn't have a bike, i would still feel the way i feel about him. plus, he is uber handsome. sexy really. with a stauncious beard going on.
idk. i am grateful to have met him.
i asked him one day: what took you so long to find me?
he said: i told you i was a fuck-up.
i think/i know i have found it. and am enjoying the ride. yuppers.
i hope this finds you and your man well. that life is treating you both to all the pleasures that breathing can bring. that every day is a good day, or at least has some goodness in it. (i know you are aware of those good things how ever small they may be).
have a great turkey day.
too, it was such a pleasure, surprise, and gift to find you on my page this morning.
Just dropped by to take a look around. This place feels like a monument to a People who have vanished from the face of the earth. It's a place of echoes now . . . I wonder what became of all those dreams they dared to dream for a time? Do you think they'll remember them, at the last? Will anyone?