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Name: Bernardine
Birthday: 3/29/1930
Gender: Female
Interests: Music, art, performing arts, photography, gigs, Post Secret, Marilyn Manson, Oliver Sykes, getting stoned and whole loads of other shit I like to do.
Expertise: Want a joint?
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MSN: bernardine.sorely.addicted
Member Since:
9/27/2007
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| Honestly I don't feel the same for you like I did before. | | |
| I was only looking for a shortcut home
But it's complicated
So complicated
Somewhere in this city is a road I know
Where we could make it
But maybe there's no making it now
Too long we've been denying
Now we're both tired of trying
We hit a wall and we can't get over it
Nothing to relive
It's water under the bridge
You said it, I get it
I guess it is what it is
I was only trying to bury the pain
But I made you cry, and I can't stop the crying
Was only trying to save me
But I lost you again
Now there's only lying
Wish I could say it's only me
Too long we've been denying
Now we're both tired of trying
We hit a wall and we can't get over it
Nothing to relive
It's water under the bridge
You said it, I get it
I guess it is what it is
Here it comes ready or not
We both found out it's not how we thought
That it would be, how it would be
If the time could turn us around
What once was lost may be found
For you and me, for you and me
Too long we've been denying
Now we're both tired of trying
We hit a wall and we can't get over it
Nothing left to relive
It's water under the bridge
You said it, I get it
I guess it is what it is
I was only looking for a shortcut home
But it's complicated
So complicated
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| Dear John,
There's so much I want to say to you, but I'm not sure where I should begin. Should I start by telling you that I love you? Or that the days I've spent with you have been the happiest in my life? Or that in the short time I've known you, I've come to believe that we were meant to be together? I could say all those things and all would be true, but as I reread them, all I can think is that I wish I were with you now, holding your hand and watching for your elusive smile.
In the future, I know I'll relive our time together a thousand times. I'll hear your laughter and see your face and feel your arms around me. I'm going to miss all of that, more than you can imagine. You're a rare gentleman, John, and I treasure that about you. In all the times we were together, you never pressed me to sleep with you, and I can't tell you how much that meant to me. It made what we had seem even more special, and that's how I always want to remember my time with you. Like a pure white light, breathaking to behold.
I'll think about you every day. Part of me is scared that there will come a time when you don't feel the same way, that you'll somehow forget about what we shard, so this is what I want to do. Wherever you are and no matter what's going on in your life, when it's the first night of the full moon, like it was the first time we met, I want you to find it in the nighttime sky. I want you to think about me and the week we shared, because wherever I am and no matter what's going on in my life, thats exactly what I'll be doing. If we can't be together, at least we can share that, and maybe between the two of us, we can make this last forever.
I love you, John Tyree, and I'm going to hold you to the promise you once made me. If you come back, I'll marry you. If you break your promise, you'll break my heart.
Love,
Savannah | | |
| Look at my face
and see how I pretend like
nothing hurts at all. | | |
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