Last Line

"In your last message you said no more messages, but I'm hoping commenting isn't the same as messaging, so here's a comment:  Hope you're doing well and don't mind that aggressive attempt message I sent on Basil. I didn't mean it, and I sent it right before you sent your message.  I was experimenting again and thought that you didn't like me because I was too passive. Sorry for my attempt in trying to be not-passive..."

I just keep making baseless assumptions, after assumptions.  The best approach to bring her back is to communicate with her directly.  However, the problem is that she refuses to open any lines for me to communicate with her at all.  She blocked most routes to communication, and the only ones available at the moment that I would be comfortable are, Blogspot, and Youtube.  Both have limited space to what I want to say, and they are places to "message", something she clearly stated she didn't want me to do.  Though, on Youtube, I think "comments" would be okay... comments are not messages, right? Which would be my justification for pushing the boundaries.

I do have my own boundaries though.  Things I would not do, would be to create a new account on any one of those sites, and fake it, and then drawing her in, and finally letting it all out.  I'm not going to be deceptive, and I really want to be honest.

Though the only honest thing, if I can be blunt, or if my heart can speak... the only honest words that exists is I love you and I want to always be with you... please come back, I truly love you. 

10 Day challenge, Day 9

Ah shit, I forgot all about this.

9. Two smileys that describe your life right now

1. '~'

2. ._.

:T

How Are You?

Doing great.
Feeling terrible.

The Earthquake Finale

So we're standing together on an island, and the ground beneath us begins to shake.

It's a mother fucking earthquake, that's going to split us apart, literally.

So the ground beneath me is moving west, the ground beneath her is shifting east, and we're like nOoOOo!

And our last words.....

Me:  Your last words to me was "spamming".  now every time I eat spam, I'll think of you.  Your turn.
Her: ....

She can't talk anymore because the earthquake separated us until our voices can no longer reach each other.

The end.

"Don't forget her, but move on."

Maybe she'll be happy if I thought like that...

Because of her I have higher standards now... it has to be her, if not, better in all of her traits, and I have to be feelin it... she raised the bar up so high.

... and because of her, I believe in love again.

Why couldn't you tell me that seven months ago... you inconsiderate piece of shit!

there is more than one truth...

I didn't want to let you know that I didn't stay committed to you.  My feelings ran wild, and I felt like moving on... it wouldn't hurt I thought, it wouldn't hurt you because you didn't like me.

But it hurt me.

For now, I have to respect her last message, and avoid "spamming" her.  I guess one buddy request a day isn't spam.  I'll interrupt her 11:11 wish as I request it.