I woke up again tonight. Crying.
Another dream of a life without her.
A life not worth living.
Someone once said, “Without the love of thine woman; to live a life as this is to live as living undead.”
It was me.
And it’s how I often feel. Without you.
View →Sometimes I find myself in the midde of nowhere, lost amidst a sea of strife and struggle. As if I were carrying the weight of a thousand migrant workers on my back through a blizzard, a hurricane and anything else that Mother Nature decides to give me.
All hope is lost. There is no promise to look forward to, until I saw it.
The beacon that shone its like not only superficially, but unto my soul. It glowed; it beamed; it BURNED into my very being. Is this the light that I have heard so much about? Were all the prophets true? Would He actually be there for me in a time?
No.
Not even close.
Mackenzie.
Mackenzie.
Mackenzie.
Her name, like photons, shoot at me, and with each hit, my soul gleams.
This is the promise I have searched for.
This is the life I have dreamt.
View →He is a constant current of brightness, and his unyielding support projects a path into the shadowed road ahead of me. His warming touch rattles my spine with a potent mixture of hope and promise. With eyes like a stormy night I am so sure that he is heaven sent. I lightly trace the contour of his body with my fingers, it can’t be imaginary. It is real. It is right in front of me. I see his figure, I smell his scent, I feel his presence. He is influence, he is support, he is strength. He is so many things that I render indescribable. His longing gaze propels me into the depths of my own imagination, blurring the fine line.. it’s so clear to me now, but I can’t even hear myself think.. a sporadic pulse, my heart skips a beat.. I’m sinking, I’m swimming.. I’m rising, I’m falling.. I’m flying.. Euphoria melts into reality, am I dreaming? I must be.. so pinch me, please. Because if I Am, I might just stay asleep forever. ♥
View →Secret Garden - by Bruce Springsteen from the soundtrack of the timeless classic, Jerry McGuire.
She’ll let you in her house
If you come knockin late at night
She’ll let you in her mouth
If the words you say are right
If you pay the price
She’ll let you deep inside
But theres a secret garden she hides
This song may as well have been written about me. But don’t worry, Cameron. The secret garden I’m hiding isn’t an STD or fungus, just my evergrowing love for you.
View →If I had a penny for everything I loved about him, I would have many pennies.
View →“She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli, and he was room temperature Canadian beef.
He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.”
View →I’m certain now that the ABBA song Honey, Honey was written for us:
Honey honey, how you thrill me, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, nearly kill me, ah-hah, honey honey
I’d heard about you before
I wanted to know some more
And now I know what they mean, you’re a love machine
Oh, you make me dizzy
Honey honey, let me feel it, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, don’t conceal it, ah-hah, honey honey
The way that you kiss goodnight
(The way that you kiss me goodnight)
The way that you hold me tight
(The way that you’re holding me tight)
I feel like I wanna sing when you do your thing
I don’t wanna hurt you, baby, I don’t wanna see you cry
So stay on the ground, girl, you better not get too high
But I’m gonna stick to you, boy, you’ll never get rid of me
There’s no other place in this world where I rather would be
Honey honey, touch me, baby, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, hold me, baby, ah-hah, honey honey
You look like a movie star
(You look like a movie star)
But I know just who you are
(I know just who you are)
And, honey, to say the least, you’re a dog-gone beast
So stay on the ground, girl, you better not get too high
There’s no other place in this world where I rather would be
Honey honey, how you thrill me, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, nearly kill me, ah-hah, honey honey
I heard about you before
I wanted to know some more
And now I know what they mean, you’re a love machine
She and I are more than just a whimsical kiss on a chilly night. We are stone. Our love forever entombed within our souls.
View →He is poetry and he is sex. His heart is like a beating drum: bum bum bum bum. Bum bum bum bum.
View →They say it’s every little girl’s dream to plan her perfect wedding.
I’m here to state that it’s every little boy’s dream too.
When I stop and think, nothing in this world fulfills me more than thinking of marrying her; being with her for the rest of time.
We are magnets. We’re destined for each other. Our love interwoven in destiny.
Fate and destiny betrothed to match she and I.
View →My affection for him is like a cool breeze through a window draped in lace curtains. His is the only touch I need.
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Sometimes in the middle of the night I wake up in a panic and hope I didn’t just dream it all.
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