<?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-130010635246544100</id><updated>2024-12-18T19:26:45.356-08:00</updated><category term="Alone"/><category term="Love"/><category term="love; missing you"/><category term="Fighting"/><category term="life"/><category term="me"/><title type='text'>Beautiful Disaster</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14316012280850927234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130010635246544100.post-4106088488971140113</id><published>2014-03-06T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-03-06T01:41:21.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Broken</title><content type='html'>Well I have to day that I never thought that this would happen to us the way that it has. I left both heart broken and relieved that we will no longer hurt one another. Let me rephrase that I am very heart broken about losing you, I thought that you would be the one that&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://s552.photobucket.com/albums/jj324/kcstarrynite/Involve%20the%20heart/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Broken_Heart-1.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i552.photobucket.com/albums/jj324/kcstarrynite/Involve%20the%20heart/th_Broken_Heart-1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4106088488971140113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/130010635246544100/4106088488971140113?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/4106088488971140113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/4106088488971140113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/2014/03/love-broken.html' title='Love Broken'/><author><name>Cassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14316012280850927234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i552.photobucket.com/albums/jj324/kcstarrynite/Involve%20the%20heart/th_Broken_Heart-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130010635246544100.post-1778582508068446564</id><published>2014-03-06T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-03-06T01:40:58.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don&#39;t know why it is that I think of you the way that I do. There is something about you that makes me smile, makes me think, makes me wonder...I over think everything in my daily life. You have pointed that out to me more then once. You ask why I question you, you can&#39;t believe that I would do such a thing. After all the terrible things I invited you to know about me and my life you held against me in everyway possible. &lt;br /&gt;
Why would I think that with me anything would be different? How dumb I must be to think that there wouldn&#39;t be a side girl like I once was. I know better than all this and yet here I am in the same spot that she was in not that long ago.&amp;nbsp; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1778582508068446564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/130010635246544100/1778582508068446564?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/1778582508068446564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/1778582508068446564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/2014/03/i-dont-know-why-it-is-that-i-think-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14316012280850927234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130010635246544100.post-5789122925591020702</id><published>2014-03-06T01:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2014-03-06T01:39:59.514-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alone"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love; missing you"/><title type='text'>It&#39;s so hard to let go of the disappointment ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;You caught me off guard...i would have liked to have had more words with you. But what would I have said to you? Not even sure, but would anything I say actually matter to you? I guess I will never understand&amp;nbsp;your mind, but that is how you like it right?!? Do people dirty before they do you...every guy I know that does dope has the same mind set as the other. Give just enough of yourself to gain that trust but never give your true self. Everything has a purpose, every action a reason...and all bogus bullshit. The game that is played against each of you between yourself already knowing that the outcome is always be the same. It isn&#39;t like I&#39;m a complete fool...it&#39;s not my first rodeo. Dope fucks up everything it comes in contact with; no matter what lie we try to tell ourselves and everyone around us. I wear my heart out on my sleeve, I will never understand it after all the fucked up shit that I have had to go through these last 10-12 years. I am so naive when it comes to believing in love and the words that I put trust in. I do it to my self at least I can admit that and accept it. I think it shows that I still have my soul, I haven&#39;t sold it to the devil like everyone else. I go out of my way to make sure that the ones that I feel close in my heart are as happy as I can help make them...that I will never change, it is who I am. I must love to feel all this hurt, what other explanations is there? I&#39;m not comparing you to anyone else, but all actions are the same in the end and I&#39;m the only one standing alone, because that is all I have. I can depend on no one to keep me safe, to be true to their word, to be a man. I am very disappointed in myself for getting high this time out...I didn&#39;t want to and I hope to god that I&#39;m the only one that will deal with it. But I am not going to allow you to be fake as fuck to my face when you show everyone who you really are...I&#39;m not blaming anyone but me for this. One day I hope I will be happy like I deserve to be, when I don&#39;t have to stand alone, it wont be a game between friends to see who wins the prize, see who gets fucked harder in the end. I am a complete bitch no doubt but my heart doesn&#39;t always have the same thought in mind I&#39;m more hurt at the fact that we were friends first and have been around to help us through a difficult time in our lives without fearing judgment. That&#39;s what hurts...I&#39;ve learned not to let &quot;open relationships&quot; bother me, its the dope that makes it that way, doesn&#39;t mean that I&#39;m &quot;really okay with it&quot; it just means that there is nothing I can do to change it, and it&#39;s so hard to let go of the disappointment of being only &quot;that good&quot; for someone who really had a spot in my heart...but I&#39;m not anywhere close to being like everyone else and I&#39;m okay with that...

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I guess i made no impression on you over these last 5 years that you want to remember. I would never want to delete you from my life you were always the one who made me smile, even when I wanted to cry! We have been through much that wouldn&#39;t change any of it for the world, even the shitty parts of what we had. You taught me so much and showed me a part of life that I never knew was there. We were always good together, I wish I knew how it all got so fucked up with us, or when. I wish we could start over so that we could save us in the end of all this hell we know as love. Loading you belongings into your car was like I was losing you all over again, I feel like I have lost you so many times, and it gets harder every time never easier! You tell me your hurting but i would never know it from watching you. You never seem to be anything other than happy, it&#39;s me how is a wreck inside and out! I&#39;m always the one who is left heart broken and alone, standing and barely breathing. Wishing that I could stop the pain I get shooting through my chest, wanting to end it all for good. Death seems like it would bring so much peace to my soul, it sounds almost inviting...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/315309956442617418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/130010635246544100/315309956442617418?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/315309956442617418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/315309956442617418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/2012/05/really-you-deleted-me-i-guess-i-made-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14316012280850927234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130010635246544100.post-6726797572536791896</id><published>2012-02-08T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-03T01:44:37.401-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love; missing you"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I feel us drifting more apart as the days go on...my heart is slowly stopping it&#39;s beat. I don&#39;t know where to turn these days, I don&#39;t feel that I can turn to you. That makes me sad, that I feel this way. The love that we once shared is gone, maybe the question I should be asking myself is &quot;was the love ever really there&quot;? I want to believe that once upon a time there was more love than I could ask for but today I don&#39;t think I could say that. It doesn&#39;t make much sense I know, to me especially. I feel like im on a downward spiral to my death in so many ways. How can I find my way back to a time that I was happy, to a time when I could trust in you not to hurt me. A time when the game wasn&#39;t who could hurt who the most and the quickest. I hate how my life has turned out this is not how I planned to live my life. I blame myself for being where im at today, no one but me allowed this shit to happen. But your not off the hook, I do blame you for a small part; which part im not sure of...but I know that i miss you and I wish I didn&#39;t...&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;I cannot breath without you because I love you. I can only dram of you because I only think of you, you are my reality, my only truth. I&#39;m tired of being strong and not being able to shed a tear. I&#39;m tired of always watching you turn your back and walk away, we are stronger than all that. You always let everyone get in the way, make something out of nothing. I don&#39;t understand why it is that you want out so badly, it is because I want to have friends so I don&#39;t feel alone like I do. To me the only way that I seem to get your attention is if I am talking to someone you don&#39;t approve of...these days that is anyone. I feel that you no longer look for the good in me, your too busy looking for the bad. I try and try to make&amp;nbsp;sense&amp;nbsp;of it but I am driving myself crazy in the process. I love you so much and I hate what we have become, we made it through so much to only end it like this. It doesn&#39;t seem fair to me to have had to go through so much pain already to have to go through it all over again! I&#39;m tired of not letting my tears fall and I&#39;m tired of watching you walk away...I don&#39;t want to lose you all over again but I still don&#39;t know how to stop you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4749589595072107840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/130010635246544100/4749589595072107840?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/4749589595072107840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/4749589595072107840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/2011/12/href-https552.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14316012280850927234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130010635246544100.post-3009353571478366220</id><published>2011-08-28T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T20:22:02.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been so long since I have felt your skin brush against mine and I realize that I miss that feeling. There has been so much hurt and so much anger that I&#39;m not sure if I can forgive everything. What happened to us, how did everything fall apart like it did? I hate that I love you but I love that I hate you, does that make any sense...nothing makes much sense anymore. I miss the butterfly feeling I used to get in my tummy when I would see you walk into the room or when my phone would ring. The days when we couldn&#39;t stand being apart from each other long enough to go to work for the day, remember those days? I do, I don&#39;t want to forget them...EVER! I know I won&#39;t forget them because I don&#39;t feel that our time together has ended completely, although I&#39;m unsure of what that statement truly means. We still have a long road ahead but I think I&#39;m willing to take it one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://s552.photobucket.com/albums/jj324/kcstarrynite/Involve%20the%20heart/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lovestory-1.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i552.photobucket.com/albums/jj324/kcstarrynite/Involve%20the%20heart/lovestory-1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3009353571478366220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/130010635246544100/3009353571478366220?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/3009353571478366220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/3009353571478366220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-has-been-so-long-since-i-have-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14316012280850927234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i552.photobucket.com/albums/jj324/kcstarrynite/Involve%20the%20heart/th_lovestory-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130010635246544100.post-7722307195792850731</id><published>2011-08-20T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T01:18:37.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can only do my best to try and express how much you are truly missed&lt;br /&gt;
Sitting here away from you, with thoughts of when we first met&lt;br /&gt;
I try to do my best but it seems to do no good.&lt;br /&gt;
Just do me a favor when the sun first rises - sit back and think of me.&lt;br /&gt;
If you would, I miss you like you could never imagine&lt;br /&gt;
I wish you could be apart of me.&lt;br /&gt;
Just listen to my words and one day you will surly see, that one day you are meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;
I put my heart into these rhymes, for it&#39;s not just me here doing time.&lt;br /&gt;
Just know time will pass and we will soon be together again&lt;br /&gt;
Trust and believe were now here near our end.&lt;br /&gt;
It won&#39;t be much longer just a little while more&lt;br /&gt;
So do me a favor and whenever I cross your mind think of me and smile,,,</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7722307195792850731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/130010635246544100/7722307195792850731?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/7722307195792850731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/7722307195792850731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-can-only-do-my-best-to-try-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14316012280850927234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130010635246544100.post-2371168844976338701</id><published>2011-08-13T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T11:46:05.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Everything she felt in her heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;All the faith that she had in him, the trust and the love between them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;All that she was, all she knew was shattered like that of a window in a storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Pulled out from beneath her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;All the words that were spoken, words that meant nothing to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;The words she so desperately wanted to hear him say --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;The promises she both needed and wanted him to keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;The trust she put in him; when she knew she shouldn&#39;t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;To believe that things could be different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;That the hurt and deception would fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;The resentment would disappear -- love would concur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;That the truth would all come out and cause no harm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Because she was always honest with him in the end and she felt she deserved the same&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2371168844976338701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/130010635246544100/2371168844976338701?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/2371168844976338701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/2371168844976338701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/bullshit.html' title='Bullshit'/><author><name>Cassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14316012280850927234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130010635246544100.post-2856648147579370572</id><published>2011-08-13T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T11:45:20.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Love Gone Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I can remember how the two of you met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;A lady in trouble and the man who was willing to help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;The two of you grew close as time went by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;You fell in love for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;The feeling was amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;How his look would make your heart jump&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;The butterflies that would flutter when he said &quot;I Love You&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Dreaming of the future you may have together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Never thinking that you two would part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Never doubting his love for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;You never dreamed you&#39;d ever part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Never considering he would break you heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Until one day everything changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;He betrayed the love you shared for one another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;The pain you felt when he told you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Your heart being crushed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;How could he have done something so awful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;You thought he would love you forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;But his one mistake changed everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;The love you had for him was now gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Alone and upset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;The only question was what next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Feeling that you could never go back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;But wanting him to comfort the pain that he caused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;And not wanting to see him ever again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Wanting him to leave the planet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Your heart broken by losing your first love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Wondering if it will ever heal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Will you find love again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;The answer is yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Your heart will mend and I promise you will find love again.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2856648147579370572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/130010635246544100/2856648147579370572?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/2856648147579370572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/2856648147579370572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-love-gone-wrong.html' title='First Love Gone Wrong'/><author><name>Cassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14316012280850927234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130010635246544100.post-4743544770766279111</id><published>2011-08-13T11:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T11:35:45.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heart&#39;s Beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;Torn between two hearts; the one that beats in my chest and the one that beats in his&lt;br /&gt;
A choice that must be made...the wrong one could end the hearts beat&lt;br /&gt;
The man that I&#39;m so deeply in love with or that of a man who I have no choice but to love&lt;br /&gt;
Living in fear that the wrong choice may cause death&lt;br /&gt;
Death to the beating heart that fills us both with life&lt;br /&gt;
This man who I feel obligated to love is a powerful leader who with one word can stop your beating heart&lt;br /&gt;
He does not fight his own battles, they are fought for him by those sent to install fear&lt;br /&gt;
He thinks only of himself unless he somehow benefits&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;To love him would be a loyal choice for a beating heart&lt;/div&gt;The man that I am drawn too...love&lt;br /&gt;
A protector to all, a fighter to death&lt;br /&gt;
Compassion that my soul thrives on for life&lt;br /&gt;
Drawn to each other by mistake, forbidden to love thee&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot be the cause of his death, but yet I cannot stand to be without him&lt;br /&gt;
A man risking his life for me; to touch me...be near me&lt;br /&gt;
Was committed to saving me from a life of sadness has also condemned me to a life full of despair&lt;br /&gt;
Does his heart still beat without mine&lt;br /&gt;
Has he chosen to be gone forever&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Will we one day be united as one heart that beats for two&lt;/div&gt;My choice is to him&lt;br /&gt;
Chosen to lie dead beside my protector who fought until death&lt;br /&gt;
Who my soul thrives on for life&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;One beating heart is all we need&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4743544770766279111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/130010635246544100/4743544770766279111?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/4743544770766279111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/4743544770766279111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/hearts-beat.html' title='A Heart&#39;s Beat'/><author><name>Cassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14316012280850927234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130010635246544100.post-5081890085497675350</id><published>2011-08-13T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T11:35:02.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Down: A Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;You know that I love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;That I never wanted to leave your side and be alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I trusted in you and the love we shared; trusted our love when I knew I shouldn&#39;t have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Knowing that in the end you would hurt me when you said you wouldn&#39;t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I am lost about you, about the love that we share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;As I look up at the stars I realize this is my last chance of happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I would bleed myself for you just to have your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I am losing my soul, all that I am as I search for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;You are in a place I cannot find until I have been chosen, for you are a love looking down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;All I am left with is the memories of the happy times we once shared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive the way I am coping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I never saw such a tragic ending for either of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I keep looking back, did I miss something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Anything that would have told me to never leave your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I partially blame myself for what has happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;If only I would have fought harder for your heart than maybe you would still be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Instead I look up at the stars and image you are looking down on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;You know that you will always have a place in my heart...you will not be forgotten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;As hard as it has been time has eased the pain, and eventually it will fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://contributor.yahoo.com/user/532430/cassandra_parodi.html&quot;&gt;http://contributor.yahoo.com/user/532430/cassandra_parodi.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5081890085497675350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/130010635246544100/5081890085497675350?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/5081890085497675350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/5081890085497675350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/looking-down-poem.html' title='Looking Down: A Poem'/><author><name>Cassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14316012280850927234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130010635246544100.post-8568321251629029328</id><published>2011-08-13T11:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T11:34:16.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damaged Goods A Tragedy Changes Everything; You May Be Surrounded by Many but Are Facing it Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;I know all the words, but I can&#39;t really speak them to you&lt;br /&gt;
I hide all the pain that I&#39;ve gained with all the wisdom...from you&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m eaten alive by what I hold inside myself&lt;br /&gt;
All the things that I live with are not easily seen by anyone&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing to live for...but you&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s not easy to hide all this damage I keep hidden deep inside&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll carry it with me always, until I am no longer breathing&lt;br /&gt;
You look at my face, does it seem just as ugly...to you&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t seem to erase all the scars that I live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m so sick of this place I can taste it in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;
I love you and I can&#39;t figure out why I do&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m left with nothing&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing to live for, no reason to breath...but you&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s not easy to hide all the damage inside&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ll carry it with me until I am no longer alive&lt;/div&gt;Such a cancer as it eats at me&lt;br /&gt;
Everything that is beautiful is no longer&lt;br /&gt;
All that I am is everyone that I hate&lt;br /&gt;
The love has taken everything away that I so desperately need&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Can&#39;t breath you out of the mind that is driving me closer to the end&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8568321251629029328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/130010635246544100/8568321251629029328?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/8568321251629029328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/8568321251629029328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/damaged-goods-tragedy-changes.html' title='Damaged Goods A Tragedy Changes Everything; You May Be Surrounded by Many but Are Facing it Alone'/><author><name>Cassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14316012280850927234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130010635246544100.post-4546285872934708246</id><published>2011-08-13T11:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T11:33:45.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrounded by Darkness...I can no longer catch my breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;Life as I know it is damp and cold&lt;br /&gt;
It is hard to catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;
For I feel that I have lost my soul, my will&lt;br /&gt;
To live or to die is not a question of faith&lt;br /&gt;
But a choice that will ultimately change everything that could be&lt;br /&gt;
As I fall to the depths of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;
I struggle to find what is left inside myself&lt;br /&gt;
Not knowing which way is up&lt;br /&gt;
Not knowing if I have the strength to go on&lt;br /&gt;
Feeling alone and afraid as I hide from the world that surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;
Not wanting to be seen as tears trickle down my checks&lt;br /&gt;
I make believe that nothing is wrong until I&#39;m crying&lt;br /&gt;
Trying to imagine my life without you being a part of it&lt;br /&gt;
I know that I cannot go on&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing you so happy makes me feel so hurt and angry&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing you unhappy makes me hurt and angry&lt;br /&gt;
I am an emotional roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;
Having no way of knowing when I will be up or when I will be down&lt;br /&gt;
Questioning all and trusting nothing&lt;br /&gt;
As I surrender myself to darkness&lt;br /&gt;
I rediscover my true happiness&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I can now catch my breath no longer feeling lost&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4546285872934708246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/130010635246544100/4546285872934708246?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/4546285872934708246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/4546285872934708246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/surrounded-by-darknessi-can-no-longer.html' title='Surrounded by Darkness...I can no longer catch my breath'/><author><name>Cassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14316012280850927234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130010635246544100.post-3262818359856880928</id><published>2011-08-13T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T11:06:00.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrow in the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;He turned his back on his promise; stopped keeping his word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;She did not understand what had changed - why this was happening to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;She thought about all that she did for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Had it not been enough; was she not good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;The confusion turned to depression and to sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;She hated what her heart felt; all the pain he caused her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;She did not hate him; she hated only herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;She could not bring herself to get out of bed each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;She had a feeling of despairevery timehe left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Every timeshe heard the door slam shut; a part of her slammed shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Crying all the time she felt so alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;All the sorrow that flowed through her heart; all the hurt feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;She wanted a way out; to feel no more pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;One night he took off without knowing if he would return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;She reached for the bottle to end all the sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;To stop the nightmare of being alone and always wondering that he moved on and found someone new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://contributor.yahoo.com/user/532430/cassandra_parodi.html&quot;&gt;http://contributor.yahoo.com/user/532430/cassandra_parodi.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3262818359856880928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/130010635246544100/3262818359856880928?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/3262818359856880928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/3262818359856880928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/sorrow-in-heart.html' title='Sorrow in the Heart'/><author><name>Cassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14316012280850927234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130010635246544100.post-704865976226682510</id><published>2010-07-10T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T10:28:10.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&quot;I&#39;m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of&lt;br /&gt;control and at times hard to handle. But if you can&#39;t handle me at my&lt;br /&gt;worst, then you sure as hell don&#39;t deserve me at my best.&quot; — Marilyn&lt;br /&gt;Monroe</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/704865976226682510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/130010635246544100/704865976226682510?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/704865976226682510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/704865976226682510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-selfish-impatient-and-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14316012280850927234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130010635246544100.post-1998628108070595824</id><published>2010-04-09T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T17:03:16.637-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alone"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fighting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><title type='text'>What happened To Us</title><content type='html'>All I want is for you to love me as I do you! It&#39;s not a hard thing, being in love. I do all that I can to show you how I feel but you make it so hard to do when your not around or when your off in your own little world and I&#39;m left behind&amp;nbsp;to be&amp;nbsp;alone. You never can see those things, you don&#39;t see what you do to me, you don&#39;t see that you are the cause of why we are so unhappy. Your always telling me that I&#39;m the negative one...when really I&#39;m the one fighting to save&amp;nbsp;us! I&#39;m fighting for the love that I have for you and your always ready to walk away and pretend that you don&#39;t care. It must be so easy for you to push me away rather than being a grown up. It hurts knowing that after everything we have been going through these past 6 months that you still act like this.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1998628108070595824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/130010635246544100/1998628108070595824?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/1998628108070595824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/1998628108070595824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-happened-to-us.html' title='What happened To Us'/><author><name>Cassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14316012280850927234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130010635246544100.post-7023322870848666625</id><published>2010-01-28T04:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T04:17:32.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://s552.photobucket.com/albums/jj324/kcstarrynite/Icons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thsewnheart.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i552.photobucket.com/albums/jj324/kcstarrynite/Icons/thsewnheart.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7023322870848666625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/130010635246544100/7023322870848666625?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/7023322870848666625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/7023322870848666625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14316012280850927234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i552.photobucket.com/albums/jj324/kcstarrynite/Icons/th_thsewnheart.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130010635246544100.post-8576134014298573485</id><published>2010-01-07T05:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T05:07:19.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want someone who wants to be near me,&lt;br /&gt;
To whisper in my ear&lt;br /&gt;
To hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;
To put my hair back behind my ear when it falls in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
To wrap me in his arms and tell me he loves me&lt;br /&gt;
I want someone I know will always be here&lt;br /&gt;
To pick me up when I fall and not kick me when I&#39;m down</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8576134014298573485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/130010635246544100/8576134014298573485?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/8576134014298573485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/8576134014298573485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-someone-who-wants-to-be-near-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14316012280850927234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130010635246544100.post-1954472169069741848</id><published>2010-01-07T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T05:04:22.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m sorry&lt;br /&gt;
that I bought you roses&lt;br /&gt;
to tell you that I like you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m sorry&lt;br /&gt;
that I am actually nice;&lt;br /&gt;
not a bitch.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m sorry&lt;br /&gt;
for relying on you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m sorry&lt;br /&gt;
I like to spend quality nights at home&lt;br /&gt;
cuddling with you, instead of at a bar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m sorry&lt;br /&gt;
I would rather make love to you than just screw you&lt;br /&gt;
like some random girl.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m sorry&lt;br /&gt;
That I am always the one you need to talk to,&lt;br /&gt;
but never good enough to date.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m sorry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m not good enough for you to listen to me when I need a friend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m sorry&lt;br /&gt;
if I start not being there&lt;br /&gt;
because it hurts being used as a doormat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m sorry&lt;br /&gt;
if I don&#39;t answer my phone anymore when you call,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m sorry&lt;br /&gt;
that you can&#39;t realize..&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve been the one all along.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;...but most of all,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m sorry&lt;br /&gt;
for not being sorry anymore.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m sorry&lt;br /&gt;
that you can&#39;t accept me for who I am.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m sorry&lt;br /&gt;
I can never do anything right,&lt;br /&gt;
and nothing that I do is good enough&lt;br /&gt;
to make it in your world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m sorry&lt;br /&gt;
that I told you I loved you and actually meant it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m sorry&lt;br /&gt;
for calming you down and taking care of you all those times&lt;br /&gt;
even after you screamed and yelled at me telling me&lt;br /&gt;
you were gonna kick my ass &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m sorry for watching out for you&lt;br /&gt;
and making sure all is ok&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m sorry&lt;br /&gt;
that I cared.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m sorry&lt;br /&gt;
that I listen to you at night,&lt;br /&gt;
talking about how you wish you could have done something different.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m sorry&lt;br /&gt;
for everything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1954472169069741848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/130010635246544100/1954472169069741848?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/1954472169069741848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/1954472169069741848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sorry-that-i-bought-you-roses-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14316012280850927234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130010635246544100.post-2278554721578548689</id><published>2010-01-07T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T05:03:52.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have you gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;I really don&#39;t like it when we fight, you think that I do. I don&#39;t like feeling like this all the time. I don&#39;t need you to full fill my life but I do need you. I don&#39;t feel that&#39;s it&#39;s asking to much to have your full attention with no interruptions. You are living two separate lives and your slowly disconnecting from ours. I don&#39;t want to lose you and I don&#39;t want to hate you either. I want there to be trust and understanding, love and no heart ache. I&#39;m not here for any other reason other that you and your heart. I wish you would believe in me that much, I would never do you wrong like everyone else. I have never left your side, leaving you alone. I said that I would be here no matter what happens and I always mean what I say! &lt;br /&gt;
You always keep me in the dark. I remember when you told me everything that was on your mind. We had no secrets, now it&#39;s only lies. I feel like an outsider looking in on someone who has pulled away. Who gave up long ago.&lt;br /&gt;
You make me feel like I&#39;m don&#39;t belong in your world. You are so different now and you don&#39;t see it. Your blinded by what the scum feed you. Instead of being the man who took my heart so long ago, you have become a person I don&#39;t know. It&#39;s not hard to love someone, it&#39;s hard to hurt someone! Will you ever be able to understand what goes through my mind? To see where I&#39;m coming from, be in my shoes. Always waiting for someone who always walks away. Never taking part of the blame and never wanting to mend the pain.&lt;br /&gt;
I shouldn&#39;t have to do this alone...feel like I feel...what has become of the one who has my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2278554721578548689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/130010635246544100/2278554721578548689?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/2278554721578548689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/2278554721578548689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-have-you-gone.html' title='Where have you gone'/><author><name>Cassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14316012280850927234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130010635246544100.post-6444998744024303035</id><published>2010-01-05T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:58:48.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is a Verb</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject --&gt;                                          &lt;!--- blog body --&gt;                     &lt;span id=&quot;ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body&quot; style=&quot;color: #6600cc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Love is a verb,&lt;br /&gt;
So make your words.. and actions match.. the feelings of your heart&lt;br /&gt;
If you love me&lt;br /&gt;
Tell me, show me, love me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I’m scare..d to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I expect you to be the &lt;br /&gt;
Last one to love me in return.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I could.. just have one wish&lt;br /&gt;
I would.. wish to wake up every..day&lt;br /&gt;
To the feeling of your breath on my neck,&lt;br /&gt;
The warmth of your lips on my check..,&lt;br /&gt;
The touch.. of your fingers on my skin,&lt;br /&gt;
And the feeling of your heart.. beating with mine…&lt;br /&gt;
Knowing that I could.. never.. find that feeling&lt;br /&gt;
With anyone other.. than you.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6444998744024303035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/130010635246544100/6444998744024303035?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/6444998744024303035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/130010635246544100/posts/default/6444998744024303035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterinlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-is-verb.html' title='Love is a Verb'/><author><name>Cassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14316012280850927234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>