<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095811730544073441</id><updated>2024-09-04T11:18:59.857-04:00</updated><category term="advice"/><category term="affection"/><category term="how-to"/><category term="introduction"/><category term="love"/><category term="loving"/><category term="simplicity"/><category term="touch"/><title type='text'>How To Love: An (Ab)normal Couple&#39;s Synthesis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095811730544073441/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peaces of Kia.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806776085963514625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8IB-lXCV4xUV8F75EKFBXej6vRt23vhB25Zkyzjljgt7QCTKKx4Eh-3hd10SL3MWlXuRI1flyP4Runcs-mRm_8HRrL7J3J7dGz7wsT9iEfwrz1Pxcs5nK2zmL6q3aUg/s220/321760_660193076409_78800259_31845913_1105731957_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095811730544073441.post-695888962518726164</id><published>2013-01-05T15:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-05T15:55:35.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Notables</title><content type='html'>Well, we have said goodbye to another wonderful year together and it was full of beautiful experiences, heartfelt conversations, intense disagreements (just one or two), and a growth of love that neither of us could have ever imagined. Let&#39;s flashback for a second shall we?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;I have seen the bond between Perry and Nia grow and multiply exponentially; she has always liked him, but I think she realized last year that he&#39;s the one to keep around. She accepts him and he accepts her for who they are and it really is a beautiful thing to witness as a once single mother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;He did end up receiving the new Violence Prevention position and even better, found great inspiration for his novels in doing so.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;During his short time in that position, babe landed a new job that&#39;s is pretty much directly related to his graduate studies to become a mental health counselor and I couldn&#39;t be happier for him.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;We took 3 trips to the beach last year, which was perfect considering I hadn&#39;t been since 2005.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Babe took me to my first professional football game to see my favorite team, the New Orleans Saints, play (and lose) to the Carolina Panthers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I took him to Baltimore to meet pretty much my entire family and they accepted him with open arms.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;We moved in together and now we can both call this place &quot;home&quot;.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;We celebrated our first &quot;anniversary&quot; in the most simple way, just spending time together.&lt;/li&gt;
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The list could go on and on, but based on the year 2012 was, I know that in this new year, 2013, even more wonderful bonds, relationships, experiences and conversations will be taking place. &amp;nbsp;We have a pretty full agenda we&#39;ve set for ourselves this year.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;We&#39;ll be sending Nia off to Kindergarten, she&#39;s so excited about that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Nia&#39;s ready for us to put our &quot;fancy clothes&quot; on and have a wedding. Although I&#39;m not sure we&#39;ll make it to that milestone this year, I do&amp;nbsp;foresee my &quot;title&quot; changing in this relationship from girlfriend to something more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;We&#39;re both going to be in another year of graduate school, motivating and supporting each other&#39;s professional passions of education and mental health and learning about both.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;He&#39;ll be working diligently on his novels while...&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I continue to work on my Resume Business (&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.resumerevamping.weebly.com/&quot;&gt;www.resumerevamping.weebly.com&lt;/a&gt;).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;We want to write children&#39;s books together as well, so hopefully we can get that ball rolling.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;We&#39;re planning another (and hopefully long-term) move to one of the Northern cities of where we work.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Getting back to the beach will be great. Because I just KNOW that he&#39;s taking me back for my birthday again this year.&lt;/li&gt;
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Geez, I&#39;m sure we&#39;ve got more on our agenda that SHOULD get done this year, but there&#39;s just no telling with us, we&#39;re unpredictable. Happy New Year to you around the world, make it as prosperous and positive as possible!&lt;/div&gt;
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Love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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My one and only Perry J,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I’ll finally be
back at home with you tomorrow and I can’t wait. This has been the longest 6
days of my life without you! I hope you had a productive week while I was away;
mine was quite redundant. It was just up and down the highway to chill in a
hospital room every day. But to see the smile on my dad’s face when we walked into
his room was totally worth it. You could just tell he needed us there with him
for him to feel alright. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;He’s recovering
quite well but Monday will be the true test. On Monday we will know if and when
his feeding tubes can be removed and he’ll be able to swallow and digest
properly. If the test&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 32px;&quot;&gt;doesn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;give the expected results he’ll have to have
another procedure done to assist in the loosening of that stomach muscle so
that food can pass through his system. I really do hate to see him like them;
having to leave the hospital each day this week without him coming with us was
truly a hard thing to do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;It was also quite the reflective week for me
too in the sense that I honestly do believe that true love is real and
necessary in life. To see my parents interact this week has been validation of
this; soul mates exist and it’s possible to end up with your very own. I could
see that they wanted each other to just be alright and happy and were willing
to do whatever it took to ensure it. My mother is diligently doting upon dad
making sure he has everything he needs to get his good health back;&amp;nbsp; my father is helping my mother stay strong
and keeping her stress levels down because she needs to be well in order to
help him get well. It truly is a beautiful thing to observe quite honestly. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;After watching
this all week long (and reflecting on how it looked when the roles were
reversed during my mother’s own cancer recovery 10+ years ago), I can say that
I know you and I would be the same way in this situation and any other that
arises. After years of not knowing if it could happen, I do believe that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 32px;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;found my soul mate in you and I love that I can say it without hesitation. I
know that we would go to great lengths to ensure each other’s&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 32px;&quot;&gt;well-being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;and
that our own personal happiness is contingent upon the happiness we see in each
other. I love you PJ, we’re less than a day away from being back together, and
although this time apart hurt me deeply because I was missing you, it’s opened
up my eyes to what we are destined to be become and I can’t wait.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is Anniversary Eve and I’m
absolutely clueless about where to go with this. Every possible way of
conveying my admiration for her has been exhausted in person. It just comes off
as especially redundant in written form. Maybe some novel insight into our
relationship will come of this, maybe not. But above all, my chief aim for any
of my entries is to convey my complete admiration and love for every aspect of
her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As we drew closer to the one year
mark, I found myself reflecting on a lot of the changes I have gone through as
a result of being in this relationship with you. I feel that I have evolved so
much simply from witnessing the example you set for your daughter as well as
your students. One of the central purposes of being a good person is to inspire
good qualities in other people and I am grateful to say that the life you lead
has added new dimensions to my altruistic attitude. I feel like I’m more
inclined to seek simple ways to bring a little light to people’s lives on a
daily basis now. Previously I had become absorbed with ways to help people on a
larger scale and would subsequently become cynical about the hopelessness in achieving
meaningful change on such a large scale. While that definitely still matters,
you have a more healthy approach to altruistic behavior that stipulates that one
must do what they can in the here and now regardless of the bleakness that life
seems to offer at times. You don’t indulge my more cynical impulses and that is
a reflection of your pure sensibilities that I truly admire. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But don’t get me wrong to say that
this relationship has been effective at smoothing out some of my rough edges
may be slightly on point but it’s a drastic oversimplification of what this
relationship is symbolic of for me personally. But to avoid diving into the
realm of pretentiousness I will just say that we are not much different from
anyone else when examined individually. I’m a 25 year old with an extreme
passion for hip hop, movies and writing while she’s a passionate teacher,
excellent mother with a very solid goal to help Spanish speaking populations.
Our worlds couldn’t be more disconnected but whatever the fuck this, it seems
to make sense. I don’t quite know why there’s just a lot to her and I’m glad
that we click the way we do so effortlessly. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I love you Kia, Happy anniversary.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1539384362866008687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/2012/10/theres-something-about-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095811730544073441/posts/default/1539384362866008687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095811730544073441/posts/default/1539384362866008687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/2012/10/theres-something-about-her.html' title='There’s Something About Her'/><author><name>Peaces of Kia.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806776085963514625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8IB-lXCV4xUV8F75EKFBXej6vRt23vhB25Zkyzjljgt7QCTKKx4Eh-3hd10SL3MWlXuRI1flyP4Runcs-mRm_8HRrL7J3J7dGz7wsT9iEfwrz1Pxcs5nK2zmL6q3aUg/s220/321760_660193076409_78800259_31845913_1105731957_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGbP6orBR5Rfgjg3QwE8SBXk4-VQD2HrJcyaSCqv9M-Ud8How5s_3zxHuRQm9Pk1tFyAgK4QcOC5QGzC7vwj3jJ2iUrXCIwtcr4KT-L-VXIx9Q6qcgCfkgg0iNwgYfoWu61lAd6sSIqg/s72-c/318128_739729689399_1082988368_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095811730544073441.post-8974839773657939955</id><published>2012-10-04T18:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-10-05T18:26:07.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Organically Us...One Year Later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;There’s this guy I know and I must
say, he’s incredible. The smile on my face has been there since our very humble
beginnings. I can remember our first conversation quite vividly as if it
happened yesterday. Was it 6 hours? it could have been longer. I just know that
we were both hating life at work later that day. Only 2 hours of sleep because
we just couldn’t hang up the phone. But oh how marvelous our conversation was,
full of nothing and yet we covered everything under the sun. It wasn’t the
typical “getting to you know” dialogue either, it was more along the lines of “I
believe we all live in ‘The Matrix.’” followed by “Oh really? Well, uh…I like
shoes, a lot.” Lol. Randomosity was highly prevalent from the very beginning. And
if I’m not mistaken, just three days later we spent 8 hours (an overnight
shift) in Oovoo video chatting and creating “columns” where we’d add qualities
of each other. And it was also on that night that you ask me on our first date…for
July 19, 2012 to see The Dark Knight Rises. I said yes, not because I cared to
see the movie, but because you saw yourself hanging out with me 9 months in the
future.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;I fell in love you and all of your quirks because they somehow made
sense coming from you. Coming from anyone else, I’d write him off as crazy and
uninteresting, but with you, you’re so comfortable in your own skin, how could
I not be comfortable with you as well? I love where our relationship has gone since
then, one year later we’re just as happy and in love like we were back then. I
smile just as hard when my phone rings just as I did last year. My heart is
still “school girl giddy” over you just as it was back then. A quick reflection
over what has come from our connection…let’s reminisce:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;We have profound, philosophical conversations about
the simplest of concepts. “Who washes the dishes for the food network stars?”
Lol.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;We still write each other love letters and leave each
other cute little notes on the fridge just to say what’s on our minds.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;We still manage to find at least an hour (usually
more) to spend talking to each other on the phone on the night’s we can’t be together.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;You still entertain my random questions and TRY to
validate them with some type of answer just to appease me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;We still tell each other “bed time stories” on
occasion to fall asleep to.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;I’m pretty sure we still have “who can use figurative
language better?” competitions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;We still miss each other immediately after we’re
apart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Nia has fallen in love with you just as much as I
have. She’s probably more ready for you to marry me than you are. *wink*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;We have been integrated pretty successfully into each
other’s families. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The list goes on and on, but for “only” one year together,
that’s a lot to have accomplished. I can only imagine what else is in store for
us. So happy “one year but the best year of romance I’ve ever had” anniversary Cuddle
Bear. My heart has never known such joy until I met you. &amp;nbsp;Our love is beyond genuine, it’s all naturally
felt and expressed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Simply put, our love is organically and innately established.
I love you.&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We have something called the &quot;I love you today
because...&quot; statement. It&#39;s not something we give every day, but only when
it crosses our mind. If he does something that just sparks the &quot;Damn, I
love him&quot; thought, I disclose the reasoning behind it and he does the
same. It&#39;s a very simple and endearing way to stay interested in each other
because it&#39;s always not only great to know that you&#39;re loved but why you&#39;re
loved as well. Little does my Perry know, for the past few days I’ve racked up
plenty of these, harboring my urges to blurt my random reasons for loving him,
specifically for this post. You see, tomorrow is Perry’s birthday. He’ll be 25
years old and I’ve been wondering how to express just how Nia and I love him on
his special day. So I saved all of my “I love you today because” statements to
compile this special list of all of the things that make him wonderful and
lovable. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Perry, I love you today, your 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;
birthday, because…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 7pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Being loved by you is magical, theatrical and
fantastically amazing. There is never a dull moment when I&#39;m in your presence.
Simple things are all we need to be content with each other. Our moments are
special just because we create them with each other.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 7pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;You&#39;re so dedicated to what you&#39;re passionate
about in life. Whether it&#39;s your novels, your graduate coursework or our
relationship, you always give 100% of yourself because they&#39;re what mean the
most to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 7pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;You&#39;re so good with Nia. I don&#39;t think I thank
you enough for what you do for her and with her. She really does love you,
which goes to show how good of heart you have. You love her as your own and let
her know just how special she is just by being so active and present in her
life. Thank you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Your intellect is incomparable. You have this
ability to express yourself so eloquently, with the most colorful vocabulary
I&#39;ve ever known a man to have. Your mind is able to comprehend the most complex
of thoughts and your creativity goes beyond the typical human mind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Your affection is natural and from the soul.
Every kiss, caress or glance sends the message of how much you love me. You&#39;re
able to tell me how much you love me without even saying a word. Your actions
precede your words to the point where they don&#39;t even need to be said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;You have this skillful way in which you go about
life, so meticulous and thoughtful. You never go into something without having
thought about all of the possible outcomes, obstacles and results. You&#39;re
actually quite organized in that sense; to a certain extent, you know where you
want your heart, soul and physical being to end up in life with a unique way of
getting there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;You&#39;re a man of mystery to most, but for me,
you&#39;re transparent. I can see your heart, your intentions, your motivation, so
clearly. You’re open with how you feel about everything when you’re with me and
I’m glad that the trust and comfort are there for us to make this a lasting
relationship.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy birthday Perry My Platypus. This past (almost) a year
with you has been the most enchanting, reflective and heart opening I ever
could have experienced having with a man and I want the whole world to know
just how remarkable you are. You’re awe-inspiring, influential and brilliant, I
hope you have a day even a fraction of that today, I love you, now, tomorrow
and always.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;When I was a little girl I remember
looking up to my parents thinking “I want that.” By “that” I meant the
relationship I saw taking place between them. I could see just by how they
looked at each other that the love they shared was real and that they would
never leave each other’s side. I knew even way back then that I wanted to be
loved just as my mother was; I wanted to be the friend and companion that my
husband deserved. As I grew up, the more I reflected on my love life, the more
I realized that I was looking for what they have and that’s why I was never
happy. I never quite got it right in love, I had never met a man who was so doting
over me like my father is to my mom. I had never found a man who I was so
unconditionally and unconventionally in love with, willing to conquer all
things to go to him and stay with him, just like my mother is for my father. &amp;nbsp;For the past 25 years I’ve watched my parents
interact and as I matured I’ve created a list of what I knew my relationship
would need to be like to keep me in it:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Love was the glue that made it all work, but it’s
even more important to LIKE the one you’re with. You don’t need to have every
interest in common to be happy, but the ones that mean the most need to be
accepted and embraced by your partner regardless of their attitude toward it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Communication had to be open and honest, no
matter the message or emotions it may spark. For a relationship to work, talk through
your grievances until your conscious is completely clear, hold nothing back
because it may be brought up later and become an even bigger issue.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Make sure you discuss your major desires in
life; if they don’t intertwine, you won’t make it. If you want children and
your partner doesn’t, you can’t force it, you can’t change people, they can
only change themselves.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Support is NON-NEGOTIABLE! No matter how small
or irrelevant the passion, never undermine it, it means more to your partner
than you probably know and shunning it can ruin your connection forever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It’s okay to be affectionate. You never know
what a simple caress of the hand or a kiss as you pass through a room can do
for the one you love, or even for yourself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Date each other no matter how long you’ve been
together. Take time out to be together, alone, doing something you both enjoy
and reflecting on after the night is over, it keeps you young.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The list could go on but just from
observation of my parents I knew that these were the bare minimum of what I’d
need in a forever type love. Then Perry came along, the man who gives me all of
that and more. He walks into a room and blows me a kiss. He asks me out on
dates that are as simple as a trip to the movies, but the conversations we have
after the movie are usually the best part of the date. We talk. Like REALLY
talk. We can talk through any situation, be it our own or someone else’s. He
writes me love songs and kisses me goodnight. He sends me “I miss you” texts
randomly during the day. He loves Nia like his own, always making sure he makes
her as happy as he makes me. He’s a beautiful man and I can honestly say that
for once in my adult life, I’m secure and satisfied with him. My puzzle,
although complex, is complete because of him. I’d go to the end of the Earth to
make sure he was okay and not think twice about it. I respect his decisions,
his thoughts, his heart, and I think that’s what matters the most. No matter
the angle that I look at the future, he’s in it, and I’m smiling. I can only
pray that this is the love I wanted as I child, the love that my parents raised
me to desire for myself, because I don’t want to be anywhere but with him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;So I&#39;ve put together an awesome resume and cover letter for him and have been emailing and applying on his behalf like crazy. It&#39;s finally beginning to pay off, he has an interview this afternoon to be a violence prevention specialist (fancy title huh?!). And he&#39;s been getting phone calls and voice-mails more frequently that we&#39;re now int he process of returning because of course he&#39;s working when they call. That&#39;s the hardest part of it all, I can&#39;t answer the phone calls for him, just the email responses, and by the time he gets off work and is able to return their calls, they&#39;re unable available and he&#39;s stuck leaving a message in the hopes they the game of phone tag will end soon. But I am very hopeful for the interview he has today; his job has pretty much set him up to be successful at violence prevention, he does it everyday in his classroom of misfits. They&#39;ll love him and his courteous mannerisms and professional tone. They better, hehe. He woke up extra early this morning to head back to his folks&#39; place to get his clothes ready. I even got up with him and made him breakfast, two scrambled eggs and bacon, the breakfast of CHAMPIONS and got his work things ready for him to go. I hate when he has to leave me in the morning not knowing when he&#39;ll be back (we don&#39;t live together you know), I miss him as soon as I begin to close the door *sniff*.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6021039543627106236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/2012/07/climbing-ladder.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095811730544073441/posts/default/6021039543627106236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095811730544073441/posts/default/6021039543627106236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/2012/07/climbing-ladder.html' title='Climbing the Ladder'/><author><name>Peaces of Kia.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806776085963514625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8IB-lXCV4xUV8F75EKFBXej6vRt23vhB25Zkyzjljgt7QCTKKx4Eh-3hd10SL3MWlXuRI1flyP4Runcs-mRm_8HRrL7J3J7dGz7wsT9iEfwrz1Pxcs5nK2zmL6q3aUg/s220/321760_660193076409_78800259_31845913_1105731957_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiymuOGgmBEOinPl7kOA3Kk3XOVhj6xUYvS5ULtluLoyTiqn8svExOC4mKS8NKUPFEHEyMig0LGAU8YkZZQX3AfqaUuYAFr9kI36jjoTGpJQVlD7CRt5XriKPOFEiO_NE3ztAABkdIvyto/s72-c/ladder.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095811730544073441.post-5658563885822169462</id><published>2012-07-01T23:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-10-04T18:15:36.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Our most recent &quot;episodes&quot; in our notebook have been addressing how much we dislike having to schedule time with one another because of our personal agendas getting in the way. It (the notebook) really is a great way to cope with our situation sometimes. You would think living less than an hour apart from each other we&#39;d see each other a little more, but twice a week is all we can salvage most of the time. And it sucks. Whoever said &quot;absence makes the heart grow fonder&quot; lied. Yes, it’s very rewarding to be reunited with one another after each stretch of time apart but that’s not what makes our “hearts fonder.” Absence for us is as simple as a trip to the kitchen or going to take a shower…those minutes apart are even miserable sad to say. So absence and fondness for us has a whole different meaning because I’m sure this isn’t what they meant when they stated that quote.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So often I wish there were a way to see each other more, I hate missing him so much. I know, I know, you’re all saying, “Get a grip Kia. Live your life.” But I’ve done that. I’m at a point in my life where I’m finally ready to commit to someone else wholeheartedly, 100% with no backing down. And now that I’ve found someone I’m ready to “ride or die” for, we have to check our schedules first. I know it’s important to be patient, things will get better, but how do you cope with finally finding someone compatible and not being able to enjoy them the way you want, when you want? What do I do? I write, I sing, I clean, I do homework (gag), anything to get my mind off of the “absence.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I could go out and try to have a social life, but every time I finally make a friend around here, they’re gone, relocated to another part of the world where we can no longer hang out. Spain, Japan, New York, back in Texas, just gone. I’m tired of losing good friends so I just stopped making them. I have one friend left here, I should really reach out to her more, but I can’t, and there’s a reason why (maybe in another blog I’ll address that issue). &amp;nbsp;Man this blog is getting random, am I even addressing the topic at hand anymore? I digress so easily, it’s ridiculous. Anyway, find what works for you in your time of need; I probably wasn’t of much help with this blog but that’s okay sometimes. It helps just to type away all of my thoughts so that it’s one less thing to carry around on my shoulders for the day. I guess my lesson here was (or was supposed to be), it’s okay to miss the one you love whether it’s for a few seconds, a few days, or a few weeks; just make sure that when you’re together you value EVERY moment as if you don’t know when you’ll see each other again, your heart will thank you for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5658563885822169462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/2012/07/our-most-recent-episodes-in-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095811730544073441/posts/default/5658563885822169462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095811730544073441/posts/default/5658563885822169462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/2012/07/our-most-recent-episodes-in-our.html' title='Absence...'/><author><name>Peaces of Kia.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806776085963514625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8IB-lXCV4xUV8F75EKFBXej6vRt23vhB25Zkyzjljgt7QCTKKx4Eh-3hd10SL3MWlXuRI1flyP4Runcs-mRm_8HRrL7J3J7dGz7wsT9iEfwrz1Pxcs5nK2zmL6q3aUg/s220/321760_660193076409_78800259_31845913_1105731957_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095811730544073441.post-5348853129657819394</id><published>2012-06-26T23:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-10-04T18:15:46.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Sometimes it is what it is…it really is.” – Jimmy McNulty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;I
guess this blog is supposed to be informative, detailing exactly what it is
that makes my special lady and I work so well. However, before delving into the
mechanisms that strengthen our relationship, I would like to dedicate this
first post to my beautiful Snuggle Bunny. She is a truly remarkable person and
I can only hope that this post captures a fraction of how wonderful she is.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Kia
is an amazing person inside and out and being in love with her has really
augmented my perspective on the subject of love in general. The concept of love
has been both disgustingly romanticized and cleverly lampooned in contemporary
media. Between the bullshit fantasies Hollywood feeds us on a routine basis and
the more cynical reflections Chris Rock gives us in a stand-up routine on occasion,
there seems to be an interesting dichotomy that emerges in the various
conceptualizations of love. Maybe Hollywood has socially engineered us to form
unrealistic expectations in regard to the relationships “love” is fostered in,
and perhaps Rock’s analysis of relationships is ostensibly a more realistic
depiction in response to this. In short, Rock humorously characterizes the
modern day relationship as one in which the man sacrifices all of his hopes and
dreams in his new life mission to make a woman happy. While I am a firm
believer that love is about sacrifice, I think it has to come from both ends to
make a relationship truly work. Although, I would definitely sacrifice any and
everything and place high importance on her happiness over mine, both of us
have at least displayed an equal willingness to sacrifice for the sake of the
relationship. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Kia
is a tough one to pin down honestly. To even attempt to use quick blurbs to
describe her would be a crime of the worst kind, but for today, I would
describe her as a true cherisher of moments. I can say with certainty that
nothing makes her happier than something as simple as spending time with the
ones she cares about. She essentially lives to love people and she is very pure
in that sense. It is because of this that, dare I say, Kia comes off as a
little Hollywood. Surely everyone has flaws and idiosyncrasies that irk people,
but for the most part, Kia is a little too good to be true. However, sometimes
it just is what it is. The cynic in me would not want to believe that someone exists
that loves as purely as she does, but she is emblematic of all of the best
parts of humanity and I am grateful to have her play such a significant role in
my evolution as a human being. So, between clichéd cinematic representations of
romance and comedic meditations on the subject of love, my experience with Kia
lends credence to neither. Every relationship is its own thing and we have to
take various steps to make the best of them. I anticipate that Kia and I will
enjoy making the best of ours for quite a long time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;(Posted by Perry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5348853129657819394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/2012/06/sometimes-it-is-what-it-isit-really-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095811730544073441/posts/default/5348853129657819394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095811730544073441/posts/default/5348853129657819394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/2012/06/sometimes-it-is-what-it-isit-really-is.html' title='“Sometimes it is what it is…it really is.” – Jimmy McNulty'/><author><name>Kia and Perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840933734218450708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfiI8rOLmYLchl9EjQXY4AAHRocMtWY9XC4BHLWtWfKUz0DBrdxHaodolbgnmp4f2bAfz9Tz6cBIb93mg8AxwrFjHPg6fmWY1InDOeT0TglyhXQwl09uxEo-6fR13geg/s220/C360_2012-04-05-21-44-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095811730544073441.post-3568734639864208198</id><published>2012-06-19T19:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-10-04T18:15:58.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk To Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;One thing I love about our &quot;thing&quot; is how open our communication is with one another. You&#39;ll hardly hear about us arguing; that&#39;s because we do a great job at thinking things through before addressing each other. Not that we ever get that upset with each other in first place. We&#39;ve only skipped (to my recollection) 4 nights of not talking to each other in some form of communication. Our very first phone conversation was 7 hours long, we talked until 3 AM (I wake up at 5 AM!). Less than a week later we had our first &quot;date&quot; on Oovoo and it lasted from 8:30 PM to 5:30 the next morning, 10 hours! Unless we have a really long and stressful day, we still average about 2 hours of phone conversation per night. It&#39;s amazing how much we still find to talk about each night. Sometimes I ask the most random questions, &quot;Babe, how does the cement in a cement truck not harden?&quot; or &quot;Baby, if dashing means to run quickly, why is it also a synonym for &#39;handsome&#39;?&quot; and all he can do is laugh and say &quot;Right on top of that Rose.&quot; Fun times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And what&#39;s even better, if we can&#39;t talk it out, we write. We keep a journal, a scrapbook of sorts where whenever we can&#39;t find the words to verbalize our feelings to each other, we can write it down. In our notebook we write each other love letters, apologies, I write him poems, and he writes me songs. Sometimes we even get goofy and have mock handwritten IM convos or take on different personalities and have them communicate with each other. It&#39;s crazy how in sync this notebook helps us become. On the inside covers of the notebook we keep other keepsakes from our relationship, although they may soon need to be moved to their own box or something, that binder clip can barely hold them all. Movie tickets, draft copies of letters and poems,&amp;nbsp;refrigerator&amp;nbsp;notes, all clipped inside our special book.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;If it weren&#39;t for our open communication and our ability to express our emotions honestly, I don&#39;t think our&amp;nbsp;relationship&amp;nbsp;would be so&amp;nbsp;successful. It&#39;s so hard to make it through the week only being able to see him twice, but knowing that we have the evenings to chat it up on the phone at night or have an Oovoo date planned makes the days go by a little smoother. Talking with him makes all things seem so much easier to deal with. Even if other things in life stress me or him out, talking it out with each other takes the stress away, if even just for a minute. Try talking with the one you love, really talking, not yelling, and if that doesn&#39;t work, write them a letter (with full intention that they&#39;ll read it). Write down everything you&#39;re feeling, whether you&#39;re afraid to express it verbally or just couldn&#39;t find the words at first, your partner will appreciate it. I know I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3568734639864208198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/2012/06/talk-to-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095811730544073441/posts/default/3568734639864208198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095811730544073441/posts/default/3568734639864208198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/2012/06/talk-to-me.html' title='Talk To Me.'/><author><name>Kia and Perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840933734218450708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfiI8rOLmYLchl9EjQXY4AAHRocMtWY9XC4BHLWtWfKUz0DBrdxHaodolbgnmp4f2bAfz9Tz6cBIb93mg8AxwrFjHPg6fmWY1InDOeT0TglyhXQwl09uxEo-6fR13geg/s220/C360_2012-04-05-21-44-41.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHHiKmQxKEnuPrg3TbgqlLtpOSGM5hfa3dOtXCj3vUQr1exFqAZKQsvNwBbtF_xsCz1tXHp0ORELl4MyyTv5vTFbGLLdbjcqk3DBKVRV5LC528gGwEpbN920DraeA0Z4LwezxAzgq3LDoz/s72-c/C360_2012-06-19-18-54-24.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095811730544073441.post-2176656124052405900</id><published>2012-06-15T19:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-10-04T18:16:08.695-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="affection"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loving"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="simplicity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="touch"/><title type='text'>Simple Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns=&quot;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Sometimes it&#39;s just the simple things that happen so nonchalantly that matter in any real relationship. His glimpses over at me as he drives, air kisses as he pumps gas, pretending to bump my arm on the armrest just to touch me. It&#39;s those little interactions that you don&#39;t really calculate that mean the most sometimes. It&#39;s because he does those things that make me smile and love him even more.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Finger in his hand as he drives towards the beach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2176656124052405900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/2012/06/simple-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095811730544073441/posts/default/2176656124052405900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095811730544073441/posts/default/2176656124052405900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/2012/06/simple-things.html' title='Simple Things...'/><author><name>Kia and Perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840933734218450708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfiI8rOLmYLchl9EjQXY4AAHRocMtWY9XC4BHLWtWfKUz0DBrdxHaodolbgnmp4f2bAfz9Tz6cBIb93mg8AxwrFjHPg6fmWY1InDOeT0TglyhXQwl09uxEo-6fR13geg/s220/C360_2012-04-05-21-44-41.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZE3l9PPes8z_rwnBosc8qiS5VxF0gFCewm1K9E1fMav3_bO86Eg6HvYaoLjF5C7iRZLv8-0pky39ohWPShyphenhyphenASTg7_LRNfzG-sfKhyEPsBFkk6Kmos_YWfKdAwEZ86Sth02M4B63XMgUi2/s72-c/1339803702695.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Leland, North Carolina, United States</georss:featurename><georss:point>34.28424247 -78.13326599</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095811730544073441.post-5417288871520296374</id><published>2012-06-15T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-10-04T18:16:18.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Internet is NOT evil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Anyone who says that meeting
someone online is lazy, a scam, pointless; don&#39;t listen to them. That couldn&#39;t
be furthest from the truth. It&#39;s about knowing what you&#39;re looking for, what
site to use, how to promote yourself, and a few other guidelines. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I say this because, well,
that&#39;s how Perry and I met. Late September on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blackpeoplemeet.com/&quot;&gt;Black People Meet&lt;/a&gt;, I was going
through an inbox of lame messages and flirts, ready to delete my profile
because all of the men were old, ugly, unprofessional, or just wrong. But I
decided to try one more search, and his page popped up. He was cute and I LOVED
what I read on his page. We deleted our profiles so I don&#39;t have the exact
quote but I know that he mentioned his expectations from the site, what his
ideal woman would be, his educational status and his values. And I was
intrigued. So, being that I had a full membership, I sent him a short message
along the lines of &quot;I like what I read, we should get together for a
dinner sometime, and see if we hit if off.&quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Babe&#39;s Profile Picture: Instant Attraction Helps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Days went by and there was no response, I was beginning to think
the feeling/attraction wasn&#39;t mutual. Bummer. Back to the drawing board. I was
going to delete my profile, because I was beginning to believe all of the
negativity said about online dating. I didn&#39;t log in for a few days, I figured
I&#39;d just have more older men or wannabe thugs leaving me winks in my damn
inbox. Then I got an email, the subject read &quot;Perry replied to your
message.&quot; I immediately logged in and would you believe the only thing I
saw was &quot;Here&#39;s my number (digits), call me sometime.&quot; Bold move! I
texted him immediately (yes, text, there was no telling if he were busy or
not). And the rest is history (we&#39;ll cover it more in depth later).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Let me add, online dating is not for everyone. I say it’s more
geared towards working professionals, people who are crunched for social time,
people who don’t get out much.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I typed that all to say there&#39;s a certain way that internet dating
works and I&#39;ve got a few guidelines and questions to answer that I learned from
it all:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
Be honest about how you describe
yourself, don&#39;t type anything you can&#39;t prove in person. Just think, why say
something about yourself that you know will be looked for in the event you meet
someone?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
Know what’s important to you in a partner.
If you have kids, what qualities must a man/woman have that’ll be suitable for
you AND your child(ren)? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What
do you value? Family? Education? Religion? Lifestyle?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What
are you hoping to gain from the website? A relationship? A casual friendship? A
potential lifelong partner? Choose a website that’s geared towards what you’re
looking for? Why use a site that wants to lead to more marriages if you’re just
looking for casual dating?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What
do you want people to appreciate about you in a relationship? What do you have
to ‘offer’ so to speak?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Upload
a realistic picture of yourself. What would you look like if they happened to
walk past you on the street? Don’t put up your most formal photo if you don’t
strive to look like that every day, that’ll be the appearance people expect
when meeting you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Use these questions as a
guide to create a mental checklist as you’re creating a profile. &amp;nbsp;It’ll increase your chances of finding someone
more compatible and help you weed out the “bad seeds.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Let me end this by saying,
thank you Black People Meet for allowing the (simple) communication between
Perry and me. I couldn’t ask for a better partner who meets all of my
expectation and vice versa. When used correctly, you too can have this success
online. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;(Kia&#39;s Post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5417288871520296374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/2012/06/internet-is-not-evil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095811730544073441/posts/default/5417288871520296374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095811730544073441/posts/default/5417288871520296374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/2012/06/internet-is-not-evil.html' title='The Internet is NOT evil...'/><author><name>Kia and Perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840933734218450708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfiI8rOLmYLchl9EjQXY4AAHRocMtWY9XC4BHLWtWfKUz0DBrdxHaodolbgnmp4f2bAfz9Tz6cBIb93mg8AxwrFjHPg6fmWY1InDOeT0TglyhXQwl09uxEo-6fR13geg/s220/C360_2012-04-05-21-44-41.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6WpKUDRIOyVffwsIoVw1jqFW5Dghp0xoRVJPyJYBeInifbD92-VqCa3p6JrMIisJDBqSPilWj4RAyka9EpNchIsz0UE_7KaoGqv4c5h_0HOVsa0OX4GtC561QYzUX5zDWg_jxZDCzBDNR/s72-c/imagejpeg_2_2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095811730544073441.post-1763958341768321653</id><published>2012-06-12T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-10-04T18:16:29.769-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advice"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="how-to"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="introduction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>Introductions and Welcomes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;There&#39;s just something about being in love when it&#39;s real that changes your whole world. My boyfriend and I are best friends and it&#39;s heaven on Earth when we&#39;re together. We&#39;re not quite sure how it&#39;ll pan out right now but we hope to have a tip at least once a week based on something that he or I have done to make ourselves ask &quot;Have I told you how much I love you today?&quot; Believe it our not, we murmur those words multiple times a day and often with supporting reasons as to what led us to say it in that moment, it&#39;s beautiful. Before we jump into it, let us introduce ourselves:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Kia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;26 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;A mom (4 year old daughter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;An elementary teacher of English language development (3 years)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Has a Master&#39;s Degree in Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Studying School Administration&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Speaks, Reads, Writes Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Poet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Perry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;AKA the Platypus :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;24 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Educator at a local Behavioral Treatment Facility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Pursuing Master&#39;s Degree in Counseling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Studying Mental Health Counseling&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Matrix and Dark Knight fanatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Songwriter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;That&#39;s just the skeleton of who we are but hopefully this blog, from both of our perspectives will help you in your current relationship (if you really are in love) or to help you pinpoint what you could do to find true love for yourself. We decided it was finally time to share what we think makes us work so well and what we feel others should work on if they truly want to find real love. I won&#39;t start today, it&#39;s the first day of summer break and I&#39;m all about rest today. Keep your eyes open and heart open, you never know when a key to true love with fall into your lap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Peace and love.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1763958341768321653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/2012/06/introductions-and-welcomes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095811730544073441/posts/default/1763958341768321653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095811730544073441/posts/default/1763958341768321653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyoueleventeen.blogspot.com/2012/06/introductions-and-welcomes.html' title='Introductions and Welcomes'/><author><name>Peaces of Kia.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806776085963514625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8IB-lXCV4xUV8F75EKFBXej6vRt23vhB25Zkyzjljgt7QCTKKx4Eh-3hd10SL3MWlXuRI1flyP4Runcs-mRm_8HRrL7J3J7dGz7wsT9iEfwrz1Pxcs5nK2zmL6q3aUg/s220/321760_660193076409_78800259_31845913_1105731957_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Sy-HOBKizL7jXDvIm5yCoEuepb3C8RNxZHqIM6MnV1etk-6ofMOaWX1buUWql0v7Gn_8TrpCrniFz7_7SYYC4XOk8ZYKqbyRryCyOt8T8IjKPM6U0hbhNH_sQkalA7J9Pwo2Q2HLRXU/s72-c/561141_713563441769_78800259_31966596_1122927327_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>