Clear as a bell
Kinda/sorta okay. Not really. No.
With great fondness
With great disdain/contempt/hate is such a strong word, no?
We have not yet been properly introduced
I was discovering that life just simply isn't fair and bask in the unsung glory of knowing that each obstacle overcome along the way only adds to the satisfaction in the end. Nothing great, after all, was ever accomplished by anyone sulking in his or her misery.
Very, very vaguely. I was 14 going on 30, I think he was almost 18 going on 12. I don't even know why I thought I was in love with him. Whatever that means at 14. Anyway, no, not really.
"Yes, but are you a Protestant atheist or a Catholic atheist?".- Northern Irish joke
Any regrets, anybody?
Her death would bring me great peace.
Last edited by Jerry; 06-22-11 at 12:32 PM.
Clear as a bell and it was over 50 years ago....you never forget
There was a point in highschool where I got to choose between 2 girls. What I was to whipped to see was the 3rd option, to forget them both and join the service. That's what I should have don. I ignored several red-flags because she was feeding me what I needed emotionally. At least for a while.....
I remember him. It's kind of hard to forget him when he's still one of my best friends. I was 17, he was older. We never really had a crushing break-up kind of thing. He moved away when the feelings were just beginning to develop, they peaked some months later, then slowly started to ebb as life caught up with us. We ended up not talking for about four years and reconnected about a year and a half ago.
My second love, on the other hand, was the most passionate, soul-consuming, and then soul-crushing experience I've yet to crawl my way through. I was completely convinced he was "the one" (having never believed in soul mates prior). Turns out, he was "the one", but not in some sort of romantic, Nicholas Sparks kind of way. He was the one to teach me how much heart break hurts, the one who teach me how it feels to be cheated on, the one to teach me how inconsiderate and hurtful a lover can be, the one to teach me that love doesn't negate lies, the one to teach me that I hadn't hit bottom before him, the one to teach me how to build and maintain a wall, the one to teach me that admitting failure hurts almost as much as losing something that powerful.
Last edited by tessaesque; 06-22-11 at 01:16 PM.
"Hmmm...Can't decide if I want to watch "Four Houses" or give myself an Icy Hot pee hole enema..." - Blake Shelton
Yes. I still love her. Haven't talked to her in at least a year though. Probably a good thing, that.
- Colonel Paul YinglingNobody who wins a war indulges in a bifurcated definition of victory. War is a political act; victory and defeat have meaning only in political terms. A country incapable of achieving its political objectives at an acceptable cost is losing the war, regardless of battlefield events.
Bifurcating victory (e.g. winning militarily, losing politically) is a useful salve for defeated armies. The "stab in the back" narrative helped take the sting out of failure for German generals after WWI and their American counterparts after Vietnam.
All the same, it's nonsense. To paraphrase Vince Lombardi, show me a political loser, and I'll show you a loser.