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term="wishlist" /><category term="country" /><category term="swell season" /><category term="johnny cash" /><category term="optimism" /><category term="appointment" /><category term="guidance" /><category term="loneliness" /><category term="scandal" /><category term="failure" /><category term="Roma" /><category term="magnolia" /><category term="keane" /><category term="polyps" /><category term="leaves" /><category term="NASA" /><category term="crossed" /><category term="breath" /><title>Un giorno da ricordare...</title><subtitle type="html">The world will little note nor long remember what we say here. &lt;br&gt;~Abraham Lincoln</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://texaszemer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://texaszemer.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" 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A crouton of deer.&lt;br /&gt;
:)&lt;br /&gt;
This was all I could think about today.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The 14th's got NOTHING on the 13th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823141270366484470-4155703537527483090?l=texaszemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Before I forget:&lt;br /&gt;
coffee&lt;br /&gt;
stroll in the park&lt;br /&gt;
chicken tortilla soup&lt;br /&gt;
bubbles&lt;br /&gt;
chocolate covered strawberries in the driveway*&lt;br /&gt;
panko egg plant&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feb 13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my new favorite.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
I hate the kernels at the bottom that never get popped. &amp;nbsp;If I wait too long then the whole bag burns. &amp;nbsp;If I don't wait long enough then I'm left with 1/2 a bag of popcorn and 1/2 a bag of kernels. &amp;nbsp;Well, becos I was so bummed about the kernel filled bag I wondered, "What would happen if I stuck it back in the microwave?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
What &lt;i&gt;would &lt;/i&gt;happen?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
So I rolled up the open end of the bag, placed it in the microwave and within a couple of seconds it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PoPpInG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Second Bag...I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt; it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
I can't believe that I've been throwing away perfectly good kernels!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Second Bag, all becos I decided not to follow the rules and re-popped the bag. Wow!&lt;/div&gt;
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Baby steps :)&lt;/div&gt;
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Do you ever sigh and people ask you what's wrong?&amp;nbsp;Nothing is wrong, I'm just compelled to sigh. &amp;nbsp;Well that's what I did, but instead I just whispered your name.&amp;nbsp;Your name is a breath of fresh air. &amp;nbsp;I felt a little overwhelmed for a minute today and I whispered your name. &amp;nbsp;It felt good. Really good, actually. How is it possible that one letter can make all my worries disappear? Huh? Tell me!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes I wonder what a cardiologist would think about my heartbeat. Erratic. Definitely. It beats faster when you're around, but also I think it would be slower, calmer knowing you're near. Even when you're not around and you pop into my thoughts my heart rate jumps.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I would gladly watch YouTube videos with you,&lt;br /&gt;
I would gladly study with you,&lt;br /&gt;
I would gladly listen to vinyl records with you,&lt;br /&gt;
I would gladly eat a veggie patty sandwich with you,&lt;br /&gt;
But mostly&lt;br /&gt;
I would gladly stand in the rain with you again.&lt;br /&gt;
anytime,&lt;br /&gt;
anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Y nadie sabe por qué un día el amor nace&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Ni sabe nadie por qué muere el amor un día...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Y volverás a esperanzarte&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Y luego a desesperar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Y cuando menos lo esperes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Tu corazón va a sanar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Va a sanar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Va a sanar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Y va a volver a quebrarse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Mientras le toque pulsar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;
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Found this in my cookie tonight!&lt;br /&gt;
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I really enjoyed our talk today. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Did I say too much? Was it too soon?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
"&lt;i&gt;Too Much? Too Soon?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
You helped to put a lot of my worries at ease. &amp;nbsp;I guess all I can do now is remained focus on my education and career goals and hope that the rest of it falls in place. Like I said, it's nice knowing I'm not alone, but at the same time I want to make sure that we're gonna be okay. &amp;nbsp;It's so close, I can taste it!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We can do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823141270366484470-2127492179083563424?l=texaszemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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“&lt;i&gt;There are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth - not going all the way and not starting.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;-Buddha&lt;/div&gt;
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One of my sorority sisters posted this quote on Facebook at the beginning of the month. &amp;nbsp;When I first read it I felt like crying. The thoughts and emotions it sparked were exhilarating. It was a moment of clarity and I hope to live it by the end of this year. &amp;nbsp;I'm so grateful to Anna O. for posting this becos it felt like a sign that was meant for me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Step 1&lt;/div&gt;
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I started looking at graduate school and pre-reqs today. It always seemed so unattainable and I was discouraged from looking. &amp;nbsp;Now I'm wondering why I hadn't done it sooner? It's easier than the mountain I had made it out to be.&lt;/div&gt;
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Step 2&lt;/div&gt;
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I began the application to register for the Foreign Services exam. &amp;nbsp;I don't think I'm quite ready for the February 2012 test date, but I plan on registering for the June exam.&lt;/div&gt;
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baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;*update 1/18/12&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I wasn't able to say this in person today, but the enthusiasm you had for my snaillike blossoming progress is much appreciated. &amp;nbsp;The reason being becos when I mentioned grad school to Maund his response was "You need to grow up." No exclamation, non-advisory, but more like a stop-fucking-around connotation. &amp;nbsp;When I mentioned the idea and Maund's response to some Trans, Lil Z was floored and said she was surprised at his remark being that this could greatly benefit my career and our standard of living. &amp;nbsp;That's what I thought, and I felt like a kid being scolded for wanting more or something better than what I have now.&lt;br /&gt;
So, thank you. Thanks for being &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; motivation.&lt;/div&gt;
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i miss you so much more now than before. so unfair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823141270366484470-5699957476351741404?l=texaszemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My hand is cramping. I'm not cut out for drawing on a laptop mousepad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823141270366484470-1808165711790978304?l=texaszemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Messing around with Google Docs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823141270366484470-1759619967249501356?l=texaszemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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¿Cuánto de esto es amor?&lt;br /&gt;
¿Cuánto es deseo?&lt;br /&gt;
¿Se pueden, o no, separar?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Si desde el corazón a los dedos&lt;br /&gt;
no hay nada en mi cuerpo que no hagas vibrar...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I love hearing that ringer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Taken at the Fredericksburg Brewing Company Biergarten in Fredericksburg, TX. November 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823141270366484470-6700492690897693641?l=texaszemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Taken on the beach of San Felipe, Baja California. September 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823141270366484470-2065804075887854308?l=texaszemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Taken outside at work. April 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823141270366484470-8987737008311088640?l=texaszemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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8 weeks. Eight weeks was all I got. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;And I really thought this was it, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;
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I was trying not to get excited, but even at last week's ultrasound I was happy to see the heartbeat. And even though it was slow I was hoping things would pick up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dr. K asked me if I wanted to look at the monitor while he looked and I said no. But I peeked and could see that he was trying too hard to find the little pulse that was so easy to find last week.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been trying to keep my mind off things, but I find myself getting sad if left alone too long with my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm taking a break after this. I need to focus on me for a little bit. If I were happier with myself would I have better luck?&lt;br /&gt;
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Ever have those moments when you feel like you can't do anything right? &lt;br /&gt;
I've felt like that for a while now. A long while.&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I could be 50 year old me just to see how life turned out. &amp;nbsp;Just push the FFwd button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823141270366484470-7019472080566051223?l=texaszemer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dr. K had me do some bloodwork this morning to check on the pregnancy hormone levels.&lt;br /&gt;
Nov 28 - 642&lt;br /&gt;
Dec 01 - 2444&lt;br /&gt;
Dec 03 - 3769&lt;br /&gt;
Dec 05 - 5973&lt;br /&gt;
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Progress is slow. The numbers are supposed to double every two days. &amp;nbsp;Dr. K says he's hopeful if the numbers are growing by atleast 50%, but I can't help but feel scared.&lt;/div&gt;
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What's wrong with me? I know he's hopeful, but I think I know too much. &amp;nbsp;I think I'm expecting too much that it's messing with my head. Am I ever gonna have my own child? Is this ever gonna happen for me? Am I that miserable that I'm doing this to myself? What's going on?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today I am sad.&lt;/div&gt;
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But today, all was not lost.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hUnvYnSCPULDHfASgbtAij6RL4A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hUnvYnSCPULDHfASgbtAij6RL4A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnGiornoDaRicordare/~4/c5uDVXS4T0c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://texaszemer.blogspot.com/feeds/1336680142239193748/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823141270366484470&amp;postID=1336680142239193748&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823141270366484470/posts/default/1336680142239193748?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823141270366484470/posts/default/1336680142239193748?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnGiornoDaRicordare/~3/c5uDVXS4T0c/livelli.html" title="livelli" /><author><name>Texas Zemër</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384234900004316548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nu3HoA6i1Nc/TsHl4n_cKqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/bsVkR6ULZhc/s1600/2011-04-21%252525252012.24.33.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://texaszemer.blogspot.com/2011/12/livelli.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcESHsyfyp7ImA9WhRQEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823141270366484470.post-6131118900318366614</id><published>2011-12-04T16:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T17:06:49.597-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-04T17:06:49.597-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="you" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coldplay" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lost" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vato" /><title>guaio</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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Around 18:00 I found a drop of blood and freaked out. &amp;nbsp;I called my doctor and we discussed what/what not to do. &amp;nbsp;The bleeding has stopped, but now I feel sick.&lt;/div&gt;
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Really? &lt;i&gt;Really&lt;/i&gt;? I thought this was it. What could I have done differently?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
I lied in bed and felt nothing. Maund tried to comfort me, but I still felt nothing. &amp;nbsp;He knew I had been craving lemon pepper wings from Plucker's and offered to grab some for dinner. I agreed and decided to sit up in bed, but the minute I did so I began to sob. &amp;nbsp;Once I was feeling a little better he took off to get me some dinner.&lt;/div&gt;
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I kinda feel defeated eventhough I don't know what's going on. &amp;nbsp;I can't give up just yet. &amp;nbsp;Nothing's been confirmed. &amp;nbsp;But still I can't help shake the memory of having breakthrough bleeding and then miscarrying a week and half later. &amp;nbsp;And you know what's not fair, getting to listen to my baby's heartbeat and not hearing it the next week.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Was it stress? Was it working in the path lab for 6 hours straight without taking a break? Was it from hanging out with my cat too much? Was it the humidifier? Was it allergies? What was it?!?!&amp;nbsp;What am I gonna do if this happens again?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dr. K said to call him on Sunday for an update and possibly go in on Monday morning for an ultrasound. All I can do is wait, huh?&lt;/div&gt;
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I really miss you.&lt;/div&gt;
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First thing I see when I wake up each morning...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2L-6RW6vsqE/TtmlTr2Rg4I/AAAAAAAAARI/r1RUfXTopbc/C360_2011-12-02-07-50-39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2L-6RW6vsqE/TtmlTr2Rg4I/AAAAAAAAARI/r1RUfXTopbc/s400/C360_2011-12-02-07-50-39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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...Last thing I see when I go to bed each &amp;nbsp;night.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="clear: both; font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;"&gt;
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This morning I picked up my phone to say "Good Morning!" and I had to put it down. &amp;nbsp;"You're an idiot," I told myself.&lt;br /&gt;
This is how my day started.&lt;br /&gt;
I jumped in the car and this was the first song playing on my iPod...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s2o7n27Dw9w?rel=0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
"&lt;i&gt;Ain't it good to know? Ain't it good to know&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;
The next song was Paul McCartney's "(I Want To) Come Home" and then my stupid iPod played Roy Orbison's "Crying." How could it possibly know the mood I was in?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I remember this was the first song I shared with you in our exchange. It was for you, becos you are dear to me. I also remember the joy I felt when I walked into my fav store and saw the music box that plays a snippet of it. &amp;nbsp;It was for you. &amp;nbsp;And when I walked in to find it on your desk I knew it had always been for you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I also like this song and it means so much more now. &amp;nbsp;I think this video is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JOIo4lEpsPY?rel=0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend, but I always thought that I'd see you again."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
I don't belive it. I won't quit. I won't give up on you, on us.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
In advance, I'd like to say, "Goodnight" and "Good Morning, &amp;lt;3"&lt;/div&gt;
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So this is what it feels like to lose someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;
Wow.&lt;br /&gt;
Today, it feels like my world slipped away.&lt;br /&gt;
I know I shouldn't care or wonder &lt;i&gt;where&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; you are.&lt;br /&gt;
But I can't hide the hurt inside my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;
But I know&amp;nbsp;I'm not supposed to love you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I'll find so many things to do that I won't have the time to think of her.&lt;br /&gt;
And then if she's still on my mind I'll try to drink enough to drown the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;
And if that don't work...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I'll think of something&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;
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You know the funny thing is I still can't bring myself to bite my nails! &amp;nbsp;That's stupid, right? And all this because you made that remark.&lt;/div&gt;
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I can't give you what you want right now.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
I don't know why I thought I could?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
I tried to plan things out, when what I should have done was jumped. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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A leap of faith.&lt;/div&gt;
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It's true, though, you're better off without me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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You can focus on school. Fall in love. Work in something you love! Have babies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; deserve that more than anyone else I know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today you said "there's no one day." &amp;nbsp;I read that as we were closing up the office in Killeen and my heart dropped. &amp;nbsp;Yet another reason to add to the "Killeen cons" list. &amp;nbsp;Nothing good ever comes out of Killeen.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;But I don't believe it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;"I didn't find a perfect moment, because I think that today was just about just having today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;And I think that we are one of those couples with a long story, when people ask how they found each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;I will see her every now and then, and...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Maybe one year she'll be with somebody, and the next year, I'll be with somebody,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;and it's gonna take a long time...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;And then it's perfect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;I'm in no rush."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The love that I have for you isn't something that will fade. &amp;nbsp;If anything, it's allowed me to see the changes I need to make. To be happier with myself. To be happier with life, eventhough it feels impossible right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; lost&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt;. At one point I was trying to rationalize things and thought, "He doesn't mean it. &amp;nbsp;It's like pushing someone away when you don't want to. Tough Love." But as I sit here writing, my heart is aching becos I know that's not the truth, is it?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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One day, I hope to see you. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
I hope to see you smiling back at me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I hope to look into your kind eyes and see my good friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But until then, I'll wait.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Even if it takes another lifetime.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm feeling a little lost. I hope you're doing better than I am. You deserve so much more than this and I'm truly sorry.&amp;nbsp;If you'd like to talk, I'm here. If not, I'll understand...eventually.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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