!_8yearsleft

Fri, 19 Aug 2005 20:31:53 GMT

Im dabbling in a sinners life style and it never felt so good to be bad.

Ive seen a world none of you straight edge kids will ever see.

Pleasure is my middle name.

Worried about the path Im on? Its just a little game, to you, I know.

Tue, 02 Aug 2005 03:25:14 GMT

Ive just got to say.. Im done with fucking everything.

I hate being rejected. I hate putting myself out there for it to only be thrown in my face. When was it that God decided I can have no god damned happiness or love or affection or anything?

Im never to damn good enough for anyone..

sense at alllll

Sun, 10 Jul 2005 15:28:35 GMT

Dear Lord I cant thank you all enough for friending me on here - Its so refreshing actually having a spot I can relfect and vent and not worry about judgement.

So wonderful, the whole damn lot of you!

Oh and pyro XD Who isnt on my list but reads my entries every time I update.

Just want to say thanks for putting up with my insanity... for real. >:-P

Sun, 10 Jul 2005 15:22:55 GMT

Long time no type fest.

I have some ideas for a show, as in a TV show. Now this is how it starts ya'll.

Ok I don't know how it starts but how can I decide that? All I know is what I want to torture my audience with.

One segment is sort of a comparison. I came up with this one where you compare dogs and fish as pets. hahahahaha it was so funny, you'd really have to jump in my brain to know why its hilarious.

Another was not what to do during a burglarly.

Yeah its a work in progress but oh that was so much fun dreaming up a video I could make once I get my ... dealy.

Sorry I have a hangover. 0-o

Wed, 15 Jun 2005 20:51:41 GMT

I had my sims sit there and look at the clouds to contemplate the meaning of life. Even they didn't get it. As a punshiment for them being so selfish about their needs and wants I made them sit there and took all their free will away until they wet themselves. Bravoity and such.

Now Im going to throw my cigarettes out into my kiddy pool and watch them drown and be vanquished of all usefulness. Huzzah.

Mon, 13 Jun 2005 17:32:07 GMT

She sorted through her mail nonchalantly, flipping past the bills and slighly glancing at the 'get rich' letters she knew were only scams. Finally a pile grew of her dad's mail, which she was told to sort before he got home. She made her way upstairs with her Dad's pile of mail in her arms, the letters falling on the ground before she could reach his office. With a swear she shoved them foward and into the office, sweeping them finally with a grunt onto his desk. He had about three months of periodicals sitting and waiting to be delivered.

It had been a long day. Everyone seemed like they were out to fuck with her head, especially her boyfriend, Horhae. Yeah, what a name. What a stallion.

Upon opening her door she found him lazing on her bed, eating grapes half naked and spreading his germs about her sheets. A smile spread across her lips but also a look of terror dawned at the creases; his gun was on the floor by her bookcase.

"Hey." She said casually, sitting across from him. "Did ya' use the ladder again?"

He nodded, eyeing her like he could see her naked. She tried to take a grape but he slapped her hand and put his forefinger over his mouth. Silence seemed better than attempting a one-sided conversation with the only man who would give her the time of the day.

Continuing to eat his grapes, he motioned towards his gun. Eyes wide, a question in her mind transferring to the O-shape of her mouth, she got up and stood by her bookcase. Amused by her confusion he threw a grape at her breasts, laughing like he was the man dubbed "Sexiest Man Alive". Letting the juice drip on her pillows he stripped down to nothing and leaped off her bed, shoving her aside and grabbing the gun.

At the gas muzzel of his pistol he stuffed a grape and pretended to shoot it at her head. He aimed the front sight between her eyes and wathed her squirm.

"Horhae, do you love me?" He mimicked her voice and laughed. "Bam!" He motioned with his gun, and spit out his grape seeds in her face.

She walked out and went to the bathroom, looking in the mirror and heaving with wracking sobs. She did love him, she was the only guy who ever gave her... well yeah, that was stated prior... Still, she knew she couldn't let him go. In her effort to be the best to him she messed up somehow, she knew that she was being punished. Although she had dreams of being strong and standing up for herself, it would devestate her to lose Horhae.

Wiping the tears away and replacing it with her concealer and silver eyeshadow, she walked back in to find Horhae smoking in her room.

"HORHAE! My dad is a fucking hawk! He'll kill me if he smells smoke when he comes home! Put it out!" She yelled desperately.

In a wierd sort of spurt of inspiration she flung herself at him and tried to nab the lit shaft of cancer, but it fell and landed on her teddy bear.

She watched it fizzle out and saw Horhoe's aura turn from amusement to rage. He grabbed her by her waist and flung her over his shoulders. In a swipe he threw her on the ground and kicked her hard in the stomach. He walked away and in a second reappeared with his gun muzzel sticking in her face.

"I do everything for you, I bought you your guitar, I buy you all sorts of shit and all you do is cross me and act like a little bitch!" He screamed, his gun shaking in his hands. "You dont know how many times I've been ragged on about dating someone so fucking young."

Holding tight on to her stomach she wretched at the sight of his gun. He pushed it, hard, into her neck.

"Look at me you stupid whore!" He yelled, waiting until her eyes met his.

In a second he was on top of her, slamming his gun against her head until she bled. One final kick in the back and a slam of his gun was dealt until he grew tired of it. He ambled to the edge of the bed where his pants were sprawled about and took a package out of his pocket; from that he nabbed two cigarettes. One he lit in his mouth and puffed away, and the other he lit and stuck into the back of her neck

a post script, i havent kissed anyone in like months so im just talking out of my ass XD

Sun, 12 Jun 2005 00:15:47 GMT

i really do love the enviornment too, so thats a plus. but i picture myself leaning over on a busy highway in a garbage bag with my moms reaching stick... eh? maybe a free lance dog walker. but then i also picture myself leaning over someplace busy picking up something obviously awful...
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	Subject:	TOO LITTLE TOO LATE MISTER
	Time:	7:11 pm.

When he called I let it go to voicemail. 0_o Im el grande stupidioso. Full of idiocity.

--- Two minutes later, my brain searches for distractions. ---

Damnit I need a new hobby.

Anyone
think collecting cans for the enviornment will rank in some cash? I
think it counts as volunteer work too, as long as I dont mention any
profits. I could use my moms reaching stick so I dont get any rabies.

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	Subject:	oh, youre never coming home, never coming home, o'never!!! should i?? should i?? ... and so on
	Time:	7:05 pm.
	Mood:	oh boy!.

I must confess...
when you talk I think about spaghetti and roasted walnuts.

I must fess up to the fact that...

when you kiss me I think of peaches and whipped cream.

I must digress...

you smell like my mom.

Sun, 05 Jun 2005 05:18:58 GMT

I want someone to say, "I love that girl, shes so incredible"

Not everyone has someone, and I never really pay much attention to it.. youre friends are supposed to be more sensitive I thought. "Oh well, shes single and has had a lot of boy trauma, shes damaged goods." What the fuck ever. Its not like theres something horrible about me that makes me unbearable to be around.

Or is there?

Someone please just tell me that Im capable of attracting people, that Im not an ugly peice of shit and that Im worth someone's time.

Heres a pic, I dno, you decide, AM i too ugly to get a guy? 0_o

P.S. I like you so much, I dont know how to tell you... </3

Isnt this all I have to say? XD

Sun, 05 Jun 2005 00:24:06 GMT

Fri, 03 Jun 2005 20:10:18 GMT

Would You..
[_] give me your number?
[_] kiss me?
[_] let me kiss you?
[_] watch a movie with me?
[_] let me take you out to dinner?
[_] let me drive you somewhere
[_] have a fling with me?
[_] let me buy you a drink?
[_] take me home for the night?
[_] Would you let me sleep in your bed?
[_] Sing car karaoke w/ me?
[_] re-post this for me to answer your questions?
[_] let me give you a piggyback ride?
[_] Come pick me up at 3 am because my car ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere
[_] Lock me in your room and take advantage of me?
[_] dance with me?
[_] let me make you breakfast?
[_] help me with homework?
[_] tickle me to death?
[_] let me tickle you?
[_] stick up for me if i was being put down?
[_] SAY YES IF I ASKED YOU OUT?
[_] instant message me?
[_] greet me in public?
[_] hang out with me?
[_] bring me around your friends?

D0 Y0U...
[_] think im cute?
[_] want to kiss me?
[_] want to cuddle with me?

ARE WE...
[_] aquintences?
[_] friends?
[_] in a relationship?

AM i...
[_] smart?
[_] cute?
[_] funny?
[_] cool?
[_] loveable?
[_] adorable?
[_] annoying?
[_] great to be with?
[_] attractive?
[_] mean?
[_] odd?

HAVE Y0U EVER...
[_] thought about me?
[_] thought there might be an "us"?
[_] found yourself wanting a kiss from me?
[_] wished i were there?
[_] grabbed me?
[_] had a crush on me?
[_] wanted my number?
[_] had a dream about me?
[_] been distracted by me?

ARE Y0U...
[_] done with this survey?
[_] happy you know me?
[_] mad at me?
[_] thinkin bout me?

remember that disco shit?

Thu, 02 Jun 2005 02:53:44 GMT

laYER ONE: On the Outside
- Name: Sarah Elizabeth Hildebrandt
- Nickname: Fuzz or Fuzz Head 0_o
- Birth date: December 15, 1987
- Birthplace: Royal Oak, MI
- Current Location: Utica MI
- Eye Color: Interhanging blue/green
- Hair Color: Beats me, I dont know what my hair color IS anymore.
- Height: 5'4'?
- Righty or Lefty: Righty
- Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

LAYER TWO: On The Inside
- Your heritage: 25% polish, some indian and some hick.
- The shoes you wore today: DKNY sandals and my mock all stars from payless :P
- Who you look like: when my hair was really red people said i looked like that chick from Resident Evil
- Your weakness: A big fat unavailable to the stalkers on the internet. Seriously. But Id have to say boys with the smarts.
- Your fears: Burning, losing something very special to me.
- Your perfect pizza: The works. thats all you need to know.
- Goal you'd like to achieve: Go to Europe in February <3 Graduate High School. Fall in love.

LAYER THREE: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
- Your most overused phrase on IM: haha or XD
- Your thoughts first waking up: Mmmm, that was... oh... *jumps up when realizing it was a dream*
- Your best physical feature: Eyes
- Your bedtime: 11:30pm- 1am
- Your most missed memory: Having a close knit group of pals

LAYER FOUR: Your Pick
- Pepsi or Coke: Coke bihotch
- McDonalds or Burger King: Neither. fucking mcshit.
- Single or group dates: single
- Adidas or Nike: adidas
- Chocolate or vanilla: White is better. XD
- Cappuccino or coffee: Capp

LAYER FIVE: Do You?
- Smoke: Occasionaly.
- Cuss: CONSTANTLY
- Sing: A lot
- Have a crush: ..... yes.
- Think you've been in love: :)
- Like high school: Fuck no, cant wait to bust out.
- Want to get married: It will make the bills a lot easier to pay. But not yet.
- Believe in yourself: Well I should.
- Get motion sickness: Sometimes
- Think you're attractive: Rarely
- Think you're a health freak: hahahaha...
- Get along with your parents: Eh....
- Like thunderstorms: I used to play meteorologist outside and pretended I knew the difference between clouds. My parents thought I knew what I was talking about too.
- Play an instrument: Harmonica, some keyboard, kazoo, and guitar

LAYER SIX: In the past month...
- Drank alcohol: Yeah
- Smoked: I think the last was last month XD
- Done a drug: I wanted to but no.
- Gone to the mall: Like five times
- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: oh GOD we talked about that in Nihon.
- Eaten sushi: Nope
- Been on stage: Except that stage in Barnes n Noble with Kevin. We rock the childs reading section XD
- Gone skating: No
- Gone skinny dipping: Never ;)
- Dyed your hair: I need to soon though
- Stolen anything: Nope

LAYER SEVEN: Ever...
- Played a game that required removal of all clothing: No.
- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yeah, got alcohol poisoning.
- Puked from alcohol: Not.
- Been called a tease: hahahahahah yeahhhh.
- Gotten beaten up: No, I owned everyone Ive fought with. Which was two people but so what? 2-0 record is still pretty swell.
- Shoplifted: Got caught, juvenille lessons, got expunged. end of story.

LAYER EIGHT: Getting Older
- Age you hope to be married: 24-26
- Numbers and Names of Children: 2, I put my fav girl/boy names in one of my other surveys
- Describe your dream wedding: Simple, small, and sensational.
- How do you want to die: Doing something heroic, like saving a pack of chillens from a raving mad bear on coccaine.
- What do you want to be when you grow up: Ok, here goes. Meteorologist, Singer, Writer, Journalist, Actress, Marine Biologist, Flight Attendent, Psyhic, Used Car salesman, Thrift Store Cashier, Shoe salesman, Freelancer, Dog Walker, DOC consultant, Veteranarian. Go back in the past and I wanted to one of them at one point in my life.
- What country would you most like to visit: IRELAND

LAYER NINE: In a partner
- Best eye color: Blue
- Hair color: Black/brown
- Short or long hair: Shorter, but a little longer. I like side parts, in fact im fecking bonkers for boys who wear side parts.
- Height: Taller than me, thats all that matters.
- Weight: It doesnt matter, if their personality is as big as their size, so be it.
- Best articles of clothing: I like jeans, that are Dickies or sort of baggy. I have to admit emo boys turn me on.

LAYER TEN: In The Numbers...
- Number of drugs taken illegally: One, weed.
- Number of people I could trust with my life: Zak
- Number of CDs that I own: 50?
- Number of piercing: 2, all healed up though.
- Number of tattoos: none
- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: once, in my grandmas obituary....
- Number of things in my past that I regret: if you know me, you know my philosophy

Ive got a secret. Dont you wish you knew.

Thu, 02 Jun 2005 02:31:19 GMT

Right, so. Today was amazing.

Bought a guitar from the dollar store, a fall out boy shirt, my chemical romance shirt, and Spin magazine. OH and the new cd from MSI. OH and Napoleon Dynamite lippy. AND a pony with red polka dots on it.

Sorry, when I get giddy my sentences fragment all over the place. <3

Finished writing this song called "Im leaving". My mom said it sounded like a taking no shit song, as in a girl so fed up with a boy she just had to write a song about it. I may record it/play it so you can rip it and tell all your fucking friends.

WOW Im bursting at the seams.

I think I screeched my tires twice XD

OH!

And I got lemonade
two cookies
and new makeup for a buck :)

Im taking pictures so expect those shortly.

*throws love in the air*

what a fag.

Tue, 31 May 2005 19:57:44 GMT

I have nothing to offer you. So forget it.

yes. its just one of those mother jazzin days.

Tue, 31 May 2005 19:55:29 GMT

Thanks for the virtual bitch slap.

God Im so sick of people. You arent right, nobody is wrong, nothing makes sense, everyone is evil, no one lives for anything but money, we all fall down into six feet eventually... or in my case a small jar full of ashes.

I hate feeling this way about situations, I hate being such a wuss.

I despise it when people assume things about me, like Im a ditz or Im just another stupid clingy attention whore.

All I want is someone to talk to and relate with. Thats all Ive fucking wanted from anyone for the past few months - a true friend, someone I can bond with and wont flip out over every meticulous, meaningless piece of shit detail.

Mission Impossible class five.

Sun, 22 May 2005 19:30:30 GMT

honestly im about to call it quits. im sick of your fucking mind games.

this is just for the people who only invest time in this journaly. XP

Sat, 21 May 2005 23:26:02 GMT

Right, so, I dont understand how someone can apologize and then basically call you a sadisitic sick freak.

I dont like fights, I dont like picking them and I dont like being in them. Quite frankly it gets awfully hot in awful places when I try to argue and do verbal jarring with others.

I hate sensless, careless people. I hate hypocrites. I also hate people who claim that they know me and "understand" my feelings.

Want to understand my feelings?

Ok, Im hungry. I want to go out and by pizza but probably wont for fear of chubbing up. I went to the Library and got this book called "Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging", and since I walked, at the time I was quite thirsty and hot. Today I had no feelings, I am a hormonal hungry monster atm.

Im shaking.

The after affect of eating nothing all day.

You know what else?

I dont think people should apologize and then take it back because theyre afraid they might be wrong. As if I cant make mistakes, I didnt always pick the fights, and I stood up for myself when I got hurt, which was a lot. Im sorry I have ideals, Im sorry I have a voice. Wait. No Im not.

And if any of you guys pick a fight with me, realize, of course I want to win. I dont like losing, and who does? Thats almost stupid to point out, also a little childish. You cant lose, mleh mleh mleh. Youre nit picks are full of sarcastic, bitting, hurtful comments and that hurts my feelings. Well thats what a fight is for, its not to be nice and I certainly dont consider it a time to play around with dodging of my feelings and the like.

Anyways, im off to get some Papa Romanos.

Today is the beginning of a slowly progressive fat Sarah H.

I want to take self defense lessons so I wont be fat. And I can defend myself.

Oh and a crazy story coming up about yesterday.

Cheerio.

so fucking depressing

Fri, 20 May 2005 02:07:06 GMT

To heal means to move on.

And I will walk around torn and shattered for the rest of my life... because I cant get over it, I cant heal.. I refuse to move on.

Fri, 20 May 2005 01:55:16 GMT

Is there anything beautiful or promising left to my future?

Is there no one new to meet, or to get to know that I can connect with?

Is my hope a waste of time?

Im losing you and I cant even breathe... youre walking away and leaving me to bleed. An open surface wound suffocated but not allowed to spread. These bandages I place are efforts to curb the disease... but the bandages are as diseased as the affliction itself.

Think about it.

Wed, 18 May 2005 21:57:50 GMT

I dont understand why I feel so depraved and empty. Everday, no matter how great it is, I get this overwhelming sence of depression and anxiety that is completely uncalled for.

I know what's missing, and I know I cant have that right now. I also know it would make things a lot better if I did have this certain thing Im lacking in... but thats to private even for my more exclusive journal.

You see Ive come to hate people, despise their very rotten immoral existance. Yes, I know, I write stories about paralyzing a theif and fucking her when she cant even defend herself - but thats my relief. Its proof to me all the more that people are internally self serving and wicked. I cant stand that everyone is so emphatic when they hear themselves talk - there's a point where you have to listen.

I just wish that my last year of high school (next year bihotch) will go a lot better than this one. I dont want a rollercoaster dramatic emo song of an existance - I want a stable, dependable and yes, somewhat bland senior year. At least than I went be teetering on the edge of insansity.

skin is in. -- me

Tue, 17 May 2005 02:56:11 GMT

I remember that story, about ... no, I dont remeber that story. I dont remembery any story.

I looked in the mirror and touched the glass, thinking I saw someone else on the other side. Fear overwhelmed me and I keeled backwards, looking up and down at my body and not recognizing the skin i was in. Everything seemed different... or did it? Was this all some sick twisted dream?

These werent my nails, wasnt my hair, wasnt my body- who the fuck am I?

I cant believe one day I have memories and a diary and friends and a pair of presiciption glasses that focued correctly with my eyes. Did I have that really? really?

REALLY???!!?

This cant be happening to me, I seriously cant digest this. Every minute that passes I feel like Ive had no past, that everything is just a blank pallete like the ones we start off at when were born. Born? Did I pop out of a vagina in full human form? Did my spirit lose all its experiences and thoughts, only to pop out into a beautiful display of tearing vaginal walls of an unfortunate woman?

What the fuck had happened to me?

I crawled back up on the dresser, inching back up to the mirror. I went slowly, letting my forehad pass the boundary and lifting myself with wierd, shakey muscles.

And in the background there was nothing - darkness.

I touched the mirror and it fell apart in my hands, and soon the walls began to cave in on me.

In a second I was sitting in a flat of wood siding, floating down a river. I was thirsty and terrified, so I reached my hand out catiously to get a handful of water - but my hand dissolved and the flesh hung off it.

Ha, wouldnt that be cool, I thought, to drink and dissintegrate from the inside out?

....

....

After that I realized skin really is in.

My girl scout cookie story [be forewarned kidds.]

Tue, 17 May 2005 02:41:57 GMT

So were sitting there, drinking espresso and talking, simulatenously stuffing girl scout cookies into our mouths. This smoking hottie walks in and oh man, that espresso was delcious. I stuffed one completley haphazardly into my mouth and this gift to horny men everywhere comes to my table. She leans over the table, and oh... my... fucking cock mesmerized me at how supersized it became just then. Cleaveage from here to yaya!

She looked at me and then grabbed a girl scout cookie, stuffing it in her... wicked, sniveling lips. I paid 4 dollars for those fucking cookies. My eye started to twitch and I stood up.

"What the fuck is your fucking problem you stupid whore? Who gave you permission to touch my fucking girl scout cookie?! Girls across america probably earned 6 badges delivering those cookies and you just STEAL them? If only girls knew what they had to look foward to. Fucking whore, give me my cookie back!"

She stood there, eyes wide like a fucking deer caught by my semi of rage. "I already swallowed it."

"Son of a bitch!"

I went behind her and grabbed her waist, pulling her up rapidly, in order to make some sort of wierd regurgitation maneuver. I had 8 cookies left but I didnt give a fuck, this bitch was going to get what was coming to her, and in the worst way possible.

I then realized it wouldnt work so I took my two fingers and stuck them in her esophagus, causing her to puke all over the place. In a second I had her on the floor, rubbing her hair in her barf and making her eat her half digested food all over again.

"Eat it you fat bitch! EAT IT!"

I found my girlscout cookie somewhere in the mix and wiped it all over her face, shoving it up her nostrils.

"Maybe you'll think twice before privying yourself to others peoples fucking girl scout cookies!"

The people working there tried to get me off her but I started throwing chairs everywhere, and cracked one against the bitches back. I heard her spine crack and it made me laugh hysterically. My friends had abandoned me a long time ago in embarassment and dissociation, taking the cookies with them.

I grabbed the napkin with crums still stuck on it, and stuffed it in my mouth, making a ball that I spit in an employees face.

I had pieces of napkin stuck in my teeth and it was hidesouly glorious. I made sure that was the first sight that bitch saw as the fire alarms went off, me fucking her paralyzed ass with puke sprayed all around her valumptious red dress and golden locks of hair.

She looked me in the eye and looked afraid, and I touched her face and told her, in another day, this would have been a great fuck if she handt stolen my cookies.

Tue, 17 May 2005 02:34:59 GMT

Sagittarius - Your Love Profile

Your positive traits:

Your playful nature brings out the happy inner-child in dates

You're willing to take risks in love... and reap the rewards

You've got a killer sense of humor that gets talking with any hottie you meet

Your negative traits:

Sometimes your sarcasm comes off as biting and abrasive

You can be brutally honest, tactless, and truthful even when it hurts

You're such a free spirit that you find it hard to commit to one person

Your ideal partner:

Someone high energy who will pick up and out with you whenever

Is creative and fun - thinking of new adventures for the two of you

Is bold... and not afraid to tell you "I love you" early on

Your dating style:

Unpredictable. You never know how the night is going to end up.

Your seduction style:

Daring. You're always pushing to try something new in the bedroom.

Full of imagination. You've always got a new fantasy you're dying to try.

Spritually driven. Sex for you can be an other-worldy act.

Tips for the future:

Realize that while freedom is great - sometimes a stable relationship is better.

It's not all about you. Focus on your parnter's needs every once and a while.

Make up your mind about your parnter, and stick to it. Your fickle will ruin things otherwise.

Best place to meet someone online:

American Singles - tons of flirting and fun to suite your inner extrovert

Best color to attract mate: Purple

Best day for a date: Thursday

Get your free love profile at Blogthings.

Sun, 01 May 2005 17:19:21 GMT

Anyone or anything that tears me away from my dreams hits me like the plague --

-- and who would want to keep the plague around?

i still feel as if my hearts split in two

Sun, 01 May 2005 02:51:13 GMT

Today was really emotional.

I went back to macomb for the play, so it was basically the last time Id be back there. I dont think anyone really understands, I was at that school since 3rd grade. Really its like leaving a part of me behind...

I cant really talk to much about it...

But at least I know that Lydia does still cares about me. I love that girl so much, having her out of my life for that long was like ripping my heart out and dancing on it for sick pleasure...

It felt so good to get things cleared up... I hope she does call me Monday.. and hopefully, soon, we can get together and try to be as close as we were...

<3...

a PS to someone:
I wanted to kiss you tonight. (*cough cough*)

Mon, 25 Apr 2005 23:12:17 GMT

I love this movie.

-==-==-

My dearest Allie,

I couldn't sleep last night because i know that it's over between us. I
am not bitter anymore because I know that what we had was real. And if, in some
distant place in the future, we see each other in our new lives, I will smile at
you with joy and remember how we spent a summer beneath the trees, learning from
each other, and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the
soul, and makes us reach for more. That plants a fire in our hearts,and brings
peace to our minds. And that's what you've given me; that's what I hoped to give
you forever.

I love you, i'll be seeing you,

Noah.