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Author: Thief
ASL Info:    22/male/plainview
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this will be the last i post from when i was in jail. i saved this for last because it is the one that means the most to me.
everything comes together in the end but if you have any questions about this post, just throw it in your comment. ill send you a reply as soon as possible.


i dream of you more than ever, mi amor.
it was like i watched a videotape...
starting at the end, when i lost you forever.
it shot my heart with a pain i couldnt take.
everything stopped, rewinded, and played,
from the beginning with you around.
when i spent every waking moment with you.
from laughing, to never making a sound.
the times when life was only fun.
hanging out with friends in the streets.
your crazy ideas for roadtrips and parties.
and the memorable times in between sheets.
back then, i heard your stare,
and i could feel your voice.
you always opened my eyes to things,
and you made sure i made a good choice.
remember how you kept me out of truble?
and yet, you never let a moment go dull.
i miss you more and more everyday.
curse the Fates for being ever cruel.
but everyone dies, im no exeption.
just wait for me a little longer, love.
my time will innevitably come.
then... then none can seperate us again.

Submitted on 2010-09-09 10:22:20     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  I love that mi amor. But then again Im a white girl who crushed on Antonio Banderas for a week after I saw Zoro for the first time.

It's touching that you saved this for last, this momento to a lost loved one. Some one who obviously was your right hand, your conscious, your world. Or so she seems through the peice, through your reflection. The memories that must have passed through your mind as you though on her must have reached deep inside, maybe fisted in your gut, the missing of her. It is so obvious that she meant much to you.

I am sorry for your loss. And that you feel so strongly that you will meet her in ther afterlife. See her once again. But be stronge, she probably would want you to live and laugh as best you can till the time comes. I have no personal experience of a loss so extreme, but I have seen other who have grieved. Some their entire lives, others a few short months to only replace them, the replacement only a mere shadow to their first affection.

Danielle is a lovely name.
| Posted on 2010-09-13 00:00:00 | by SincerWritinAsh | [ Reply to This ]

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