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i couldnt even go 24 hours....Im addicted i swear I am. and your right, im scared and nervous...of making a mistake...that love will never ever work.
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The mood, the music, the time, the place...
and a damn fine booty! ![]() ![]() |
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1 part; loneliness 2 parts; stupidity 1 part; caring add a dash of the following; misplaced trust infamiliarity alcohol Toss vigorously Dump onto plate and garnish with a restraining order. |
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Awwww! That's sad, Kenny...but in many cases, true...
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what made me fall in love was the way he made me feel inside...the look he gave me and my stomach doing a flip flop...the way he wanted/needed me...GOD I LOVED HIM SOOOO MUCH
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You don't fall in love.
You find a seed of potential love, then nurture and grow it, and hope it becomes something strong, beautiful and worthwhile. If it turns out ugly, you may choose to kill it, if it turns out weak, it may die, if it turns out unmanageable, you may throw it away, then go out and look for another seed you can plant. Even though the seed itself factors in how that love will grow, in the end, how you nurture it (or neglect it), will determine how it turns out. I'm no poet, or romantic, but that's the way I see it... |
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You don't fall in love. You find a seed of potential love, then nurture and grow it, and hope it becomes something strong, beautiful and worthwhile. If it turns out ugly, you may choose to kill it, if it turns out weak, it may die, if it turns out unmanageable, you may throw it away, then go out and look for another seed you can plant. Even though the seed itself factors in how that love will grow, in the end, how you nurture it (or neglect it), will determine how it turns out. I'm no poet, or romantic, but that's the way I see it... I agree whole heartedly ![]() |
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i couldnt even go 24 hours....Im addicted i swear I am. and your right, im scared and nervous...of making a mistake...that love will never ever work. Yes! I win! ![]() ![]() ![]() Fear is normal, up to the point that it controls you. It's perfectly normal, even in live-in situations to request breathing room to sort things out. You have a right to be concerned for yourself and for your child's well-being. Butterflies in your stomach are also normal, because living together is just one step behind putting the golden handcuffs on. ![]() If that friend was tina, I'm guessing you got some really good advice. Mostly, when people spin out like you did last night, I provide a little advice, "In two words or less.. RE LAX". Inhale, exhale, no grabbing sharp objects. between breaths, and do breathe. ![]() ![]() |
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The mood, the music, the time, the place... and a damn fine booty! ![]() ![]() Don't forget about power tools neither. ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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