watching some love story last night. i’m not really in love with anyone right now, so shame on me for feeling the way i did. it was a scene that struck a painfully familiar and juvenile chord. i have always hated the word deja vu, but last night was exactly that.
i’ve always said i’m over it — well, him. but i cannot help but wonder “what if…” then that feeling. it was a biting pain in the palms of my hands, with the proverbial lump in the throat. i hate it. i’m too old and realistic for crap like this…
August 2, 2006 at 2:48 pm
…and you are human…no shame in that!
and when i get in the ‘what if?’ mode — i start listing all the reasons we broke up….brings me back to reality real quick! hugs!!
August 11, 2006 at 2:39 pm
Women seem to have two voices in these matters.
November 4, 2008 at 11:13 pm
yeah “what if” and i decided to run and get it … it’s never the same; something stays and go;
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You can shed tears that she is gone,
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she’d want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.”
-by: lynnie buttercup-