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My friend told me yesterday that she saw a classmate of ours. He attended mass at their local church... Man, i would have loved to see him.
Which is weird because back in highschool I could not wait to see the last of him. He was the fly in my highschool life. Well distance makes the heart go fonder, I guess. (Besides, i heard he graduated from PMA, airforce unit... now, if I can just contact my sharpshooter Army General uncle)
That might be the reason why I cant seem to let go of some people in my life. You know it has gotta go but you're too comfortable having it around. Like your tonsils.
Darn, now I have to look for things to do so I can stop moping around.
For those who loved dearly... like me.
And for those who got hurt deeply... like me.
For those who wish that they can stop loving easily...
yet continues to hope.
like me.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write for example, 'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to a pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer,
and these the last verses that I write for her.
-Pablo Neruda
This might not be that big a surprise but I do love nuts!
There are different types but I love them all. I find that chocolate can sometimes be nauseatingly sweet but add some nuts and I devour them like crazy. That might explain my choice of friends, methinks. They are all so crazy! And I never realized how crazy they were until yesterday...
But like they say... birds of the same feather.