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Name: Christine
Location: Nazareth, Pennsylvania, United States
Gender: Female
Interests: thunderstorms, flip-flops, fruit snacks, museums, culture, clothes, family, friends, music, working out, making cool jewelry, kids, sports, writing
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
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Member Since:
8/15/2005
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| I’ll never see you walk through my door
The slow and deliberate creaking of your cautious entrance
I’ll not hear that familiar comfort again
Look from my bed
And smile like light just shined up my dusty remote insides
For the first time in a week
You’ll never just walk in
And take a seat from which you vent the mishaps of your day
I’ll never mend your wounds
Or picture you as a perfect man
Note the size of your hands or the clarity of your eyes
The slant of your smile
I’ll never walk home drunk
And fall in bed, clumsily shell my pants and bra as I collapse
Wish it was you instead I was falling into
Never kiss your neck and tuck tight inside you
Graze your chest, feel a faint heartbeat through your skin
Half-aware in the dead and heavy night
I’ll never fantasize about our lives
Dream of how we separate, and then many years later
Fit together in reunion
We’d be like old puzzle pieces
Who got tattered and beaten up by ages of mischievous neglect
But still fit together by some odd miracle
I’ll never be the girl
Who gets your drunk slurred phone calls, your love letters
Scribbled over with ink
We will never be together
It was not meant for us beyond those few rare moments
I lavished with significance
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| well, i guess it's really nothing but a broken heart
things change, i guess. people change. it's all crashing down a little faster than i expected. just a little faster. | | |
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"He's got me in his corner. And I ain't leaving. Well, I probably should. But I ain't!"
Leave for Florida today. Feeling... apathetic. About most things. Well, except one thing. And I doubt he knows. It's been months and months of this. I guess a vacation is in order. I tend to give a lot of myself. Honestly, way too fucking much of myself. Maybe I'll go get some back. | | |
| MY LIFE IS FOREVER CHANGED
FOREVER
EVER EVER EVER
So I go to check my mail today at my campus mail center. I was anticipating a package of very expensive rainbow flip flops ( reference point of what is currently important and pressing in my life). I reach in my mail box and pull out a small and nondescript white envelope. At this point, I'm reconciling myself to the fact that my package has not come, and thinking that a letter is still pretty nice. Not a letter. A wedding invitation. ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS IS GETTING MARRIED. Now, I had heard rumors of her engagement, but I think I chose not to believe them. The wedding invitation in front of me shined in poster paint and clip art. It made me think of the twenty- one year old girl who just this past summer joined me for a day at Dorney Park and shared funnel cake while laughing at all of the people in bright yellow ponchos. She's still a kid. I'm still a kid. But now, us kids have big responsibilities and big decisions. Like husbands, and jobs, and money, and kids. I think I'll be reeling for a little while. When did this sudden change happen? When did it get so serious? How did I miss it? I want to retrace my steps, go back and look as if I lost something along the way. My childhood is gone. Let me know if you happen to find it.
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