Waffle Bob admin Posts : 529 The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed. -Carl Jung  |
Posted 19/12/2007 08:42:56 AM | | ...on myspace. Funny, she always hated the Internet, at least back in the day. Megan was my first true love. And the memories I have of us together are ever lasting and beautiful. I'm glad I found her. It would be nice to catch up and see how much she has changed and grown. Your first love... dose it feel different to you than every all the others after? Is it that way for everyone? The experience I mean... just that it's the first time feeling those emotions... and they are all new and you don't know what to do with them exactly. I've learned alot from all the love I've experienced up to now. I've learned to treasure that one that I love and to hold on just tightly enough to keep her from slipping away... while at the same time... letting her breath. Love can be overbearing, coming from me, I have so much to give and so many ways of showing it. I've learned that the past isn't something to dwell in, but something to learn from, and to motivate change or improvement for the future. Finding Megan Grace this morning has sparked something inside me I cannot explain at the moment. It will take some time and some inner observation to discover exactly what it is that I feel burning inside. I know that it is a good thing. And it feels inspiring... just to know... that she is out there... happy... and living life to the fullest. I've touched her spirit and I know the potential she has is limitless.
Think about your first true love. Recall the experience of feelings that came to you for the first time. Doesn’t it make you happy?
Now... I am falling deep into love once again. I have felt this way many times in the past but... what is different this time is my reaction to the emotion... and the reaction coming from the one who loves me in return. I believe with all my heart that together, Leah, we can take this far. Please understand how capable I am of putting my heart out there, and don't be afraid of hurting it. Every scar has it's own story... every scar acts as the armor covering the frail. My heart is a work of art in progress. I will be gentle. Let me touch your spirit.
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