I am a fan of music. I always listen to a song at least once before I come to a verdict on it, But there are some people, I have found are quick to judge a song just because of their assumption on its genre.
I listen to almost every genre off music. This is because music has been and always is my friend when the world fails me. Whether I’m happy, angry, sad, frustrated or disappointed. Whatever mood I am in, I can always find a song to match my mood.
Each day that passes, I miss you more. I long for those days you were still there. So dad, this letter is for you…
It’s been so long since you’ve been gone, but everyday the pain just gets greater and greater.
We don’t know how it happened, but it did. The joy it has brought to both our lives is unmeasurable.
We started as strangers, became acquaintances then friends. We were very good friends, similar likes and interests. We shared a unique bond between us. Conversations just flowed effortlessly.
Even when contact was lost, when it was re-established, we just continued like nothing had happened. I enjoyed her company, and she mine. To share a connection like this between people who had never met, some would say absurd, but we didn’t care.
A mutual understanding, a friendship like no other. Two who thought as one, acted in unison. Two peas in a pod. Just subtle friendly compliments shared here and there.
A trust had been born, she felt free to tell me anything, as did I. Any thing that worried, she’d pour her heart out and I’d listen, comfort, encourage. It pained me to see her unhappy, so I tried by all means to make her feel better, despite the distance.
There came a time when I reached a low point in my life, I was angry at everything and everyone. I hated myself, felt worthless, longed to leave this mortal coil. Just end it. She wasn’t there we hadn’t spoken in the longest time. I felt alone, abandoned by friends and family. Just a loner, a pariah.
At the point when I had had enough, a message from her came. Reluctantly I replied. I just wanted to be left to my vices. But as we continued talking she started giving me hope. Maybe there was something left for me after all. She cared, really cared, something i hadn’t felt for I don’t know how long.
In those few minutes she brightened my day, made me smile. I hadn’t done that in a long time . We picked up where we left off, reconnected, found out new things about each other. The bond grew stronger, more intense. We were more than friends, but hadn’t taken the dive.
I could feel her pain and sorrow, same way I could feel her joy and happiness. I don’t know if she felt the same but I suspect so, cause she could always notice the little things, the nuances no matter how much I tried to hide it.
We did it as a joke at first, but as the days went by, the illusion started feeling like reality. We talked about it, both felt the same way, so we made it official. I was hers and she was mine. She the only one for me and I for her.
And ever since, I’ve been happy, overjoyed, content with life. Living with a purpose, something, someone to drive me, to encourage me to carry on. How I feel I can’t put in words, I believe she knows.
There’s not much I can do or say to show how much I appreciate having her in my life. How grateful I am that I met her. That I have someone who understands me and accepts me as I am.
And at times we may not agree, like recently, but we can work through anything. This love between us is something unique, something special, that I will guard and protect.
Our connection transcends the physical. It’s spiritual, emotional and sensual…
All I know is that I LOVE HER.
And today more than any other day is so very special….
Happy Birthday Honey. I LOVE YOU SO VERY VERY MUCH
This is a part of my story, our story. It’s still being written with each and every day…
Dante
“sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me”
This has to be one of, if not the most greatest fallacy told to children. Words hurt, words hurt way more than any physical injury.
Words have power. They have the power to change you, to change your thinking, to change your outlook for better or worse. And still we take them for granted. We take them for granted like they don’t even matter…
It’s a sad thing, but yes, as time has moved, it seems as though the level of intellect and common sense has been decreasing also.
These millennials, can I call them that? Basically anyone born after the year 2000. This generation, in my opinion, is the Ludicrous Generation. Why you may ask. Let me explain.
It’s one of the greatest misconceptions in my opinion. While it may be true in certain instances, it’s not always the case.
I do admit that the older generation has valuable knowledge to impart on us. But sometimes they seem to abuse this respect they’re automatically given because of their age.
