Shakerules Diaries

When I am with you, I feel alive. You bring to me a happiness that no one else ever could. You bring to me a love I have never known before. I could not imagine what my life would be like without you. You have touched my heart in ways no one could ever comprehend. I love being with you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Every day I wake up thanking God for you. You have given me so much, and I don’t know if I will be able to give back all that you have given me. You have been my guiding light when I was lost. You have been my comforter through all my trials and sorrow. You have been my rock.

Sometimes I feel lost and out of touch, but when you’re there, I feel safe. Your voice soothes me. I could sit here and try to tell you just how I feel, but I can’t find the words other than I am ecstatic we met and have gotten together after all we’ve gone through.

I want to tell you that the love I have for you is undying. It is a love that is strong and enduring and will stand the test of time. I truly feel blessed that you have become a part of my life, and I cannot wait for the day that we can join our lives together. I want to lie next to you at night and fall asleep in your arms. I want to wake to your beautiful smile. I want to share in your joys and sorrows. I want to be your everything, because you are everything to me.

I promise to always love you and always hold you in my heart. I will always be here for you when you need me, and I will love you no matter what life brings us. You are my soul mate, and I vow to love you all eternity. I love you, just the way you are.

Last week I took my children to a restaurant. My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace. As we bowed our heads he said, “God is good. God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!”

Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby I heard a woman remark, “That’s what’s wrong with this country. Kids today don’t even know how to pray. Asking God for ice-cream! Why, I never!”

Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, “Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?”

As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table.

He winked at my son and said, “I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer.”

“Really?” my son asked.

“Cross my heart.” Then in a theatrical whisper he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), “Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes.”

Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment and then did something I will remember the rest of my life.

He picked up his sundae and without a word walked over and placed it in front of the woman.

With a big smile he told her, “Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes, and my soul is good already.”

• Hi sweetie pie, I love you so much that I can’t even express it properly. I love you
• You are my special friend I love u from the core of my heart, I’ll always keep you near.
• I love u from the bottom of my heart. Be mine forever.
• I am so happy we met! Will you be my Valentine? Love
• My darling, you bring joy to my life. Love,
• You mean the world to me! Please be my Valentine (always)! Love always
• You are my angel sent from Heaven above. Happy valentines day
• You have opened the doors of my heart. Now it’s for you to walk through it.
• You remain my world, happiness and joy. Always be my valentine.
• Thanks for your patience, your loving words, your kindness, your friendship. Love you loads and will always do. Be my valentine.
• You have always been the pillar of my life. Love you.
• You are the only one person I want to be with for the rest of my life and grow old with. I love you.
• Even though we are not together this Valentines Day but I’ll be with you wherever you go. Love you always.
• You are the love of my life and I’ll be yours forever.
• If I were to buy you a bunch of roses, I would place a plastic one in the middle, then say “My love will be the last one to die”.
• You brighten my day with the sound of your voice, you bring so much laughter and love, you are everything to me and I was so blessed when god sent you here for me.

Mark was walking home from school one day when he noticed that the boy ahead of him had tripped and dropped all the books he was carrying, along with two sweaters, a baseball bat, a glove and a small tape recorder. Mark knelt down and helped the boy pick up the scattered articles.

Since they were going the same way, he helped to carry part of the burden. As they walked, Mark discovered the boy’s name was Bill, that he loved video games, baseball and history, that he was having a lot of trouble with his other subjects and that he had just broken up with his girlfriend.

Mark went home after dropping Bill at his house. They continued to see each other around school, had lunch together once or twice, then both graduated from junior high school. They ended up in the same high school, where they had brief contacts over the years. Finally the long-awaited senior year came. Three weeks before graduation, Bill asked Mark if they could talk.

Bill reminded him of the day years ago when they had first met. “Do you ever wonder why I was carrying so many things home that day?” asked Bill. “You see, I cleaned out my locker because I didn’t want to leave a mess for anyone else. I had stored away some of my mother’s sleeping pills and I was going home to commit suicide. But after we spent some time together talking and laughing, I realized that if I had killed myself, I would have missed that time and so many others that might follow. So you see, Mark, when you picked up my books that day, you did a lot more. You saved my life.”

I watched intently as my little brother was caught in the act. He sat in the corner of the living room, a pen in one hand and my father’s brand-new hymnbook in the other.

As my father walked into the room, my brother cowered slightly; he sensed that he had done something wrong. From a distance I could see that he had opened my father’s new hymnal and scribbled in it the length and breadth of the first page with a pen. Now, staring at my father fearfully, he and I both waited for his punishment. And as we waited, there was no way we could have known that our father was about to teach us deep and lasting lessons about life and family, lessons that continue to become even clearer through the years.

My father picked up his prized hymnal, looked at it carefully, and then sat down, without saying a word. Books were precious to him; he was a clergyman and the holder of several degrees. For him, books were knowledge, and yet he loved his children. What he did next was remarkable. Instead of punishing my brother, instead of scolding or yelling or reprimanding, he sat down, took the pen from my brother’s hand, and then wrote in the book himself, alongside the scribbles John had made: John’s work, 1959, age 2. How many times have I looked into your beautiful face and into your warm, alert eyes looking up at me and thanked God for the one who has now scribbled in my new hymnal. You have made the book sacred, as have your brothers and sister to so much of my life.

“Wow,” I thought. “This is punishment?”

The years and the books came and went. Our family experienced what all families go through and perhaps a little bit more: triumph and tragedy, prosperity and loss, laughter and tears. We gained grandchildren, we lost a son. We always knew our parents loved us and that one of the proofs of their love was the hymnal by the piano. From time to time we would open it, look at the scribbles, read my father’s expression of love, and feel uplifted.

Now I know that through this simple act my father taught us how every event in life has a positive side – if we are prepared to look at it from another angle – and how precious it is when our lives are touched by little hands. But he also taught us about what really matters in life: people, not objects; tolerance, not judgment; love, not anger. Now I, too, am a father, and, like my dad, a clergyman and holder of degrees. But unlike my father, I do not wait for my daughters to secretly take books from my bookshelf and scribble in them. From time to time I take one down – not just a cheap paperback but a book that I know I will have for many years to come, and I give it to one of my children to scribble or write their names in. And as I look at their artwork, I think about my father, the lessons he taught me, the love he has for us and which I have for my children – love that is at the very heart of a family.

I think about these things and I smile. Then I whisper, “Thank you, Dad.”

As I entered womanhood, Mom sat me down and told me that no matter what happened and no matter what I did, I could always come home. Because of what those words meant to me, I said the same thing to my sons.

My childhood was filled with affection-lots of kisses, lots of hugs, lots of spoken I love yous. I never wanted for physical affection, and because of what that affection meant to me, I gave the same thing to my sons.

I grew up in a home where love was openly talked about and warmly expressed. I can still picture myself in my attic bedroom, sitting on my bed and fuming at my parents. They had been mean to me and were totally unreasonable-at least that was my evaluation of the situation. They hadn’t understood that I was a teenager and should be allowed certain freedoms. With eyes closed, lips taut and hot tears streaming down my face, I leaned back against the wall and planned how I would get even with them for hurting me. What would be the worst thing I could do to punish them and show how much they had hurt me? It didn’t take long to figure it out-I would never kiss them again. That would do it! They’d see then!

That’s how important physical expressions of love were in my home. And those physical expressions of love were indicative of the singularly greatest thing I appreciate about my mother. She loved me unconditionally while expecting me to live according to her rules, not mine. From her example, I also learned not to focus on myself or wallow in pity parties.

Both my parents came from broken homes and had difficult childhoods; yet they never dwelt on how dysfunctional their families were. They were both survivors, but not survivors at someone else’s expense. In my mother, I saw love’s ability to forgive.

I saw my sweet Mom love my real grandfather, even though he had abandoned her and my grandma and failed to provide for their needs. I never saw Mother treat Grandpa Miller any way but lovingly, even though he was far from lovable. I learned how love behaves and forgives because I saw what a woman can do and be if she wants to-if she is not willing to let her past determine her future.

I watched my mother take care of my hundred-year-old grandmother who, in her blindness, deafness and feebleness, needed almost total care. When I was in her home, I heard what I’ve heard all my life: “I love you, Mother.” They would tell each other this a minimum of five times a day-when Mom would get Grandma up, tuck her in or prepare her meals. And I would hear love’s response as Grandma said, “And I love you, too, Leah.”

Love forgives and moves on, focusing not on what might have been, what could have been or what we wish were different. Instead, love’s focus is on what needs to be done now and on doing it the best we can.

My mother taught me to love; she taught me to press on, forgetting what is behind, and she demonstrated forgiveness. I wonder if she knew then that she was demonstrating principles of life that my heavenly Father would teach me in His Word.

The transition from my parents’ arms to God’s arms was easier because of what Mother did. No matter the hurts, the pain, the skinned knees-I now know enough to get up, go to my Heavenly Father and listen as He says, “Press on. Don’t faint. Run with endurance the race that is set before you. I love you with an everlasting love.”

This Week
Make sure the three words, “I love you,” are always a part of your conversation. Sharing your legacy of love-unconditional love-will bless families for generations.

Prayer
Our heavenly Father, help us to love as You love. Helps us to forgive and move forward no matter what hurts or disappointments we may have experienced in the past. We praise you for a legacy of love that will bless our children and grandchildren and future generations into eternity.

In 1977 I met the love of my life, Pier Paolo, in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. He was a coffee exporter there, and I was a tourist.

It was a love of two people who were lonely in a foreign country…and at the age, we were both looking for love. Tall, debonaire, sexy, and quite a wonderful personality, we fell for each other.

Upon my return to the U.S…Pier phoned me many times and asked me to return to Brazil. At first I hessitated, but quite honestly, I was very lonely and not happy and I felt like, what did I have to loose.

So, against my family’s wishes, I returned to live in Rio de Janeiro…but prior to me returning, my parents asked if Pier could come to the U.S. to meet my family which he did. When he visited the U.S., we took a trip to New York City to visit the coffee exchange so he was able to consider the trip a business trip.

We returned to Brazil, where Pier continued his work as an exporter and I began to write. I had graduated from college with a degree in Public Relations and had left a job in Boston with a PR firm. I began to write and his sister, Sunny, came to Brazil to keep me company for a while …
Our love blossomed into such a wonderful time…local restaurants, dreaming of someday marrying, even naming a “future potential sailboat” “la dolce vita”. We danced, fell so madly in love…raptuous sex…long, embraces…every night when he returned from work, he brought me fresh flowers. I was madly in love…madly. We had sex for days before his sister arrived…the days when he did not work.
We used to walk Ipanema Beach people watching.

We were truly, madly in love.

Then something happened which changed our lives forever…I accidentally became pregnant with his child. It happened so quickly…and I was not accustomed to the Brazilian hospitals…which were quite antiquated…then I felt the need to return to the U.S. to have our child.

My brother in law owned his own company which I have to leave the name out for privacy sakes…and he offered a job to Pier…in marketing…perfect.
Perfect, accept that upon our return to the U.S. my sister announced that she was divorcing my brother in law. That is when the nightmare began…she told my brother in law that if he gave Pier a job, she would divorce him and he did not want that. Eventually she divorced him anyway…but meanwhile we were pawns in a game of divorce…a bitter divorce …
Pier had to leave me in search of a job elsewhere…namely New York City. Eventually he landed a job via his family in Italy.
Pier traveled back and forth to New York City for a while.
When our son was born, 4 months later, Pier told me that he did not want me to come to New York with him. I was devastated. He hated my family and thought that what my sister and brother in law did was insane. Pier’s mother came from Italy and told me it would never work.
He moved permanently to New York, changed his phone # to an unpublished number and any mail I sent to him, he returned, unopened.
My heart was broken. I was devastated. I was so alone with a newborn. I tried to contact him on so many ocassions…there was no internet back in those days…virtually, the only way to connect was through his attorney.
I received child support checks in small amounts…and then 3 years later, I had no choice but to file for divorce to be able to move on in my own personal life…and to collect money for the support of our child.

I did move forward, met another man who at first was only a friend. He “took me and my son” under his wings…for many years. Eventually, we married…I wanted to give my son a “normal life”…and my new husband did do that…coached him in baseball, basketball, and other sports.

Meanwhile, I always wondered what had happened to Pier. Deep down, I always loved him and hoped that some day I would see him again.

And I will continue this on my next blog.
Thank You…
Avery

(Screen) Name: avery

There hasn’t been one day since you left where I haven’t fought the urge to put you back in my life.

Me a sucker for love?!

IT ALL HAPPENED IN FALL 2008 right after the Beijing Olympics. I had started getting in shape that spring after years of needing to do so. As I was flipping channels during Beijing this person captures my eyes… this guy was breath taking in a way where it was his eyes that had me glued. I didn’t know who he was or anything. I remember just thinking to myself who are you? So anyways, a month later I was out with a friend for a bit. I wasn’t supposed to be out late because I had my first triathalon sprint to do the next morning. The first bar we wanted to go into was at capacity so I suggested we go around the corner. We start to dance and drink all of a sudden I imagined the guy I saw on tv had walked right passed me. I was certain that it was him but what the hell would he be doing in my town being that it wasn’t the average hot spot for out of towners. I kept dancing I notice him noticing me, we look at each other looking at each other. It was killing me to know if it was him?

I decided to go to the bathroom to do what I do best…google on my iphone images. As I am walking to bathroom someone puts there hands on my waist and introduces himself! It was him! The guy that I had been looking at. He says his name asks me to dance, I said I needed to go to the bathroom but, maybe later. Little did he know I was going to the bathroom to google. I start the google process my heart starts beating fast as I see the images pop, the very name that he introduced himself with showed! No way!!! At this point I didn’t know what to do? I wasn’t drunk, I was not sober. I left the bathroom to do what I thought was my best option. I figured if I got drunk I would make better decision at this point. I start to feel like I better go dance with him before my chance is over. But I needed fresh air to gather my thoughts. I was on my way out when he grabbed me and ask again, I said when I come back inside I will dance with you. So I did just that after a few minutes he greats me with a big hug and we danced all night! He never separated from me! I just could not believe any of it! we exchanged numbers, he wanted to see me before he left. Turns out he was there for a photo shoot. He lived in the east coast, great! Just great!

Anyways it has been 2 years with this Oct 2010. When we met I was not interested in anything serious because I was recouping from a broken heart, so he was perfect. But then I fell for the idea of that story that was real. I figured why not? I will keep in touch until I meet someone new. I felt like the fist year came and went and all I could think of was him and all our new ventures. At the same time I felt like If I didn’t let go maybe I wouldn’t be able to meet the one or atleast someone one in California “of substance” I even signed up online to see if I could get distracted with a pool of men. With my luck you wouldn’t believe what happened. Within a week with online dating crap someone sent me a picture with himself and none other than the guy from the tv that I was trying to forget about to begin with. It was a sick coincidence, as the person was trying to show off ?! That online idea went right out the window for me. I Gave up trying to forget him after he contacted me by text again that week. We started to keep in touch again and I just felt like I needed out because I had fallen for him, and I was not going to be that girl to tell him. Because when a guy falls for you he tells you. So I sent him an email and I said to him that he was an amazing thing that happened to me. Thanks for entering my life, bringing a smile to my face, but it was time to move on with my fantasy life into a real one. Actually the email I sent was rather awesome! It was a story in itself!

I have moved on in life, I am open to love that is open to me and available…I just cant forget all the times that we had shared. Well it doesn’t matter because I feel like I experienced a moment that will always be remembered! A moment in time where the unlikely was likely! The moment where hope was found and love was resurrected in me. If that was all it was, then I am a believer of love. That moment fueled my jets for ever. I feel like in any instant that I think about it, It brings both joy and questions. I have hopes that one day the romance and love that lives within my thoughts comes knocking on my door to find me. The question was am I a sucker for love? The answer is yes! I want to believe in love, I love the word love, the thought of it puts a smile on my face. The feeling of having it in my life , brings a warm feeling to me that nothing else could. Timing is everything, so was the space that separated us, the fears, the uncertainty of the unknown. What Is love… for me it was that very experience that will live In me forever.

(Screen) Name: rylove84

It was simple really, falling for him i mean. i never spoke to him but there’s this feeling every time i think about him. i dont even remember the color of his eyes but i knew we were meant to be. there were many signs we met in one of the weirdest places he was helping this old lady around the house and i was there with my mom, he had a cute smile i remember it even from far away he was tall taller them me at least he was 6′ft if i remember correctly ( its hard to judge hight while your sitting) he was amazing he wore my favorite color the exact shade we stood there surrounded by old lady’s at first i simply thought he was hot but a week later it hit me and boy did it hit me hard i wanted to know more about my mystery boy i know some because of my mom and rumors he was 3 years older then me i think his eyes were blue i want to know more about him ive loved him for one month but just like how my mom knew that her and my dad were meant to be as soon as they met i knew as my mom says merry a guy like your father, i think for the first time in my life i think i may have found him its wrong i know I only met him once i dont even know his last name im not even a girl that crys over guys but thinking that he might not even know me is crushing just enough to cry

(Screen) Name: cuteluvrox

I have no idea when my love story began. It just happened.
I knew him from the day I was born. He was my closest friend and rival. We probably competed in everything, but I usually won. I’m clever and very evil at times, so I never showed mercy and I always used my little blackmailing techniques (this was when I was about seven years old). I’ll call him Angel for now (since he reminds me of one).
Our parents have always wanted us to get married, since before I was born! I was always against it, we had such different lifestyles! He’s poor and hasn’t continued into further education, whilst I’m rich and I hold a degree. I thought ‘How will he ever be able to support me?’
My parents have always told me that money comes and goes, we were poor once. It’s not something to be afraid of. ‘If we had not been together at that time, we would never have reached the stage we are at today, you just need to have trust in yourself and the person you will be with…’
I, being the logical geek that I am, decided to ignore everything…until I reached the ripe old age of 16! You know how sometimes, in school, you have these moments with guys you “kinda like”, or when drama’s occur everyday and you just HAVE to call your friend that night to discuss what should happen the next day, and how you have to be the most fashion forward girl in the school…that was my life. In my home I was a bookworm. Angel knew the “me” that I was at home. He only heard about the “me” in school. At home I was the tomboy, I would go on adventures, have arm wrestling competitions and never ever dress up. 16 year olds are silly and dramatic, but when I was 16, Angel was 19, and he was madly in love with me. He was a gorgeous man. Girls wanted to be with him so badly. I was suddenly interested in him. We were staying in a very hot country over the summer holidays, and one night it started raining, so we ran out and started jumping around, laughing and dancing in the rain we had missed so much. Then we kissed. It was so dark by then we could barely see each other. We moved into a room, still wet from the rain, kissing a kiss I would never forget for the rest of my life. The sweetest kiss, with a man that truly loves me.
We kept it a secret, it was so exhilarating. We had so much fun, secret kisses where no one could see us, secret hand holding, dates etc. Like I said, he was 19…I guess he wanted a bit more. One night he kissed me, and he moved down to my neck, and he started going lower when I suddenly stopped him. I told him I wasn’t ready for something like that. No man will see me until after marriage. And he respected it. He didn’t touch me like that ever again.
After a year of being apart due to certain circumstances, I broke it off with him. I dumped him in such an awful way and didn’t speak to him or see him again for 3 years. My life moved on, and his stayed where it was, because he never forgot me. His mother was so worried about him, he stopped talking and joking around with people like he used to, and nobody knew what was happening. My mum forced me to finally go with her last year to meet them and his eyes didn’t meet mine even once. I started feeling lonely, something was welling up inside of me, I just ignored it. We were all attending a wedding there, that was where I found out his parents were looking for a bride for him. He kept refusing every single girl that was interested in him, and his parents begged him to please do this for them since they are quite old and sick. He loves his parents a lot, he supports them financially and takes care of their every need. He said to them ‘as long as you know this girl will love you as much as I do’.
When they all sat there going through the list of girls I felt so horrible, like I was going to get sick. All these years I had thought that my decision was correct, we lived different lives, he cannot support me. But I always hoped that he would hate me, that he would never think of me, and that he would find someone that would love him more than I could have ever loved him. I prayed for him every night, secretly, in my heart, never knowing why.
My parents noticed how I was acting, so confused and unhappy all the time. They noticed how desperate I was to not go in front of him, but I always wanted to see him. An old friend of mine that lived near him told me how she noticed him just staring at me when I wasn’t looking, She knew he still loved me. My parents discussed this with her and they all tricked us into being alone together in the house. We didn’t speak to each other at first, until I told him what an idiot he was. I practically shouted at him, I didn’t know what was happening to me. I told him he should have gotten married already, I told him he was a fool for ever even thinking about me, that I’m not worth it. He said ‘How can I? I’ll always love you. Why marry someone I cannot love, that will be a treachery.’
We just stood there and we held each others hands. I whispered to him ‘I guess I’m an even bigger idiot. I’m in love with an idiot who loved a person even after suffering so much at her hand. You’re supposed to hate me.’

You see idiots don’t have the capacity to hate.

So now we’re engaged to get married, wealth forgotten.

(Screen) Name: NANA

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you all happy and shit , thinking you gone be the first to comment

click on the picture to see another bitch beat you to it !

her comment says ” aww babe you look cute ” now you like

now you facebook stalking , waiting to see what he/she gone say back

you click refresh and they respond ” thank yu babe , i love you ” and now yu like

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FUCK LOVE !

MY LIFE.

Thank you for coming into my life. When the day I wanted to end my life because he left me, you came to tell me that life must go on. You were sent to be my angel. Thank you for everything, for all your sacrifices.

I miss those times when you call me “Mahal.” When I was exhausted at the end of the day and I called, you were always there to listen to me, to keep me fighting. You have been my inspiration, you helped me achieve my dreams. But now, they all fell apart.

I know I’m not the kind of woman you’ve dreamed of, but still you loved me for what I am. I remember you once told me, “I don’t care if you don’t love me too”. If you only knew, Baby, you were my life, my everything. If you only knew how happy I was to have you and how my life fell apart when I lost you.

I know that I’ve hurt you so many times and that I shouldn’t be bothering your life now. I know that I said, “Let me go,” but still here I am asking for another chance, if you could still be mine. Things really changed when you left. My life started to lose direction. I must admit, I still can’t move on.

I kept in blaming myself, it was my entire fault. I’ve been too selfish, too hard on you. Now I’m starting to realize that you were too good for me. You are a very good man and you deserve someone better than I am. I tried to change for you, but my efforts were not enough. I hope somehow, I made your life special, though I’ve not been perfect for you. I hope you’ll be happy now and that you can find the person whom you truly deserve.

If you really decide to let go, then I can do nothing. I know sorry is not enough for the things I have done but I hope my sincerity is enough. I regretted those foolish things that I’ve done. Because of those things, I lost you, I lost my life. And I’ll never love again because of that.

But if you can give me another chance, I swear this time I’ll make sure I won’t hurt you and never, ever let you go.

Even if it will take me a lifetime, I will wait for you until you come back. I would not want another love than you. I’d rather be alone than to be with someone who can’t take your place.

We’ve done our best to make our relationship last longer, but things happen and we had to say goodbye. This goodbye would not mean forgetting our memories, they are too special to forget. It does not mean forgetting the things in our past that made us both better individuals. We had to say goodbye but I want you to remember this … you will always have a special place in my heart. I consider myself lucky to experience a love as wonderful as yours. For the last time, I love you, Mahal.

This is the final letter I’ll ever send you; I never knew love till I met you. You came into my life through a dating site on the net, and I’ll never forget that night when we met. I wouldn’t change how we met for the world; we shared our hopes and dreams for the future. I just pray when you have read this letter it touches your heart and restarts what we had before. I love you and want to be with you; I want so much for us to have the best life together, I just wish I was part of it.

If only you knew how your absence has affected me, you would have never tossed me aside like you have. To have given me so much in the beginning, made so many promises – you would’ve never let me down. To cut me out of your life in such a manner is not only cruel but you have decided my fate by coming into my life giving me something wonderful and letting me believe in us, only to destroy it and take it away. You are always telling me you hate letting me down but if you did, why do you constantly keep letting it happen again and again?

We rarely see each other to spend any sort of time together. What has gone wrong? Do you want me to be your future? Will you give this relationship the attention it so desperately deserves? How can a relationship survive if there is only one person doing the work of two? I only ever feel close to you when we make love, even that side of the relationship is suffering. I’m not sure I can go on anymore the way things have been; I will let you go if I have to, move on and hope one day to meet someone who will show me love and attention the way I deserve to be shown, I just want you to have one more try. God, how I love you.