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| I've seen the face of true happiness now. Unconditional. Both given and received. I have been looking into the face of a deep and contagious happiness. Somehow my vocabulary has never been big enough to elaborate on these moments. I have, in the past, found a million ways to describe my pain, my anguish, my turmoil, and the list just goes on and on. Now, as I stare into the eyes of this incredible gift-- I am speechless. I suppose being grateful can be just as powerful in silence. Still, I feel the need to share the news of its existence. Untainted, unconditional, unmeasurable happiness... Exists. Just for the record.
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| Dear Person of My Past,
I still hold onto my last memory of you. If there was anger upon our parting, I remember that. If there was disappointment. If there was betrayal. When I think of you, that surfaces, and somehow it ties into any current news about you. Why? If you are somehow receiving this message, would you mind helping me erase this final memory somehow? Perhaps we can make amends. You could leave me with a new memory? They say we all need closure and I've done a lot to find that yet somehow I feel like maybe I have yet to achieve it. Or maybe it just isn't achievable for some. And above all, maybe it just doesn't matter...
It's only a passing thought after all.
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| I spent hours on the phone with one of my best friends earlier and the same thought resurfaces, we are so lucky for these friendships. It so hard in life to find people that 'fit' and when you do, it's even harder to keep them. I am so thankful for my closest friends who all carry a common golden quality. We are all able to be committed to one another at any distance and any length of absence. We simply pick up where we left off come time to reunite. More than a decade and some years later, I am so sure that I will take these friendships with me to the grave... whether they like it or not! Have you told your closest friends how much you love them today?
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| (Since I haven't been blogging, I'm so glad that my Boo still has words because somehow-- as if she's picked up the vibes from me-- when I'm lacking the words, she has them. That or she stole them. Either way, I'm stealing back. And it works.)
There's nothing wrong with a little love cliché. The flowers, the love letters, the mixed tapes, the midnight rendezvous, the long-awaited apology. The worst is when it happens on TV or in the movies and you're forced to throw popcorn at the screen. The best is when it happens in real life and you melt into his arms and know you're the luckiest girl on earth.
In the middle is when you're kept waiting to see if it will ever happen to you, refusing to believe that it won't, but finding that you're still waiting. - Euphonic Melody
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| "She hears a car pull slowly onto the street outside. She hears the dull thud of a car door opening and closing. She waits to hear the footsteps up the wooden steps to her side porch. She waits to hear the knock. They don't come.
She gets up to look outside. Perhaps her visitor is hesitant? Waylaid by the unshovelled snow?
No one is outside of her house. She sees her neighbour's front door slowly swinging closed.
She goes back to the computer to stare blankly at the screen like she was doing before. She doesn't cry." - Euphonic Melody
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