tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54899164949204275292024-02-19T06:11:27.450-05:00Artistic Dreaming...Join me on my journey through my own "dreams" as I explore who I really am on the inside.Sadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981592856678059803noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489916494920427529.post-5334800457531167652010-08-10T01:58:00.001-04:002010-08-10T01:58:04.932-04:00AmazingCan't really explain what I've been feeling ever since I've started talking to you. But you're simply amazing. You make me feel things that I thought only existed in fairytales. You ARE a fairytale. Right now, I'm writing this as we talk and I can't help but smile. Seeing your face in my mind's eye. You're beautiful. Gorgeous. Unbelievable. Immaculate. I can go on describing your wonderful qualities but none of my words can add up to the real thing. Your true worth. I mean, damn. Where did you come from? How did I get so lucky? I can't continue writing this without feeling an overwhelming sense of joy just because I'm lucky enough to say that I know you. And I do know you. But I want to BE you. Have my moment with you. A moment where we are one. Even if it is for a brief second. I'm sure as it happens, it'll feel like a lifetime of bliss. No one has made me feel as if I can write again. And I haven't written about anyone in a long time. That means you're special and in your case that's a true understatement. I'm going to stop here because I can go on forever about this. Just know that I thank you for being the man that every woman has always wanted to find. A man who I'm lucky enough to say is my dream come true =) Possibly, anyway :-P <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.12</div>Sadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981592856678059803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489916494920427529.post-7241357605563824502010-04-15T10:29:00.000-04:002010-04-15T10:29:58.982-04:00Better Without You (Melody inspired by "Anhayla")Verse 1:<br />
I've waited for you for so long<br />
Waiting, pacing and pacing<br />
Time is not on my side<br />
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And all this time I thought I was grown<br />
Standing by the phone<br />
Hoping to see your name again<br />
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Bridge:<br />
Maybe this is how it's supposed to be<br />
I thought you'd always be here with me<br />
And now as I watch the clock<br />
I only wish for time to stop <br />
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Chorus:<br />
(So I...) can regroup<br />
I think it's about time I got over you<br />
You didn't deserve me<br />
But I stayed 'cause I thought that you loved me<br />
But now it's my time to fly<br />
I hope you know that I realized<br />
That it's only up to me<br />
I want you to see<br />
I'm better without you<br />
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Verse 2:<br />
A thousand times I've cried <br />
For your love<br />
But now I've dried my eyes <br />
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My strength comes from within you see<br />
I've made it hard for you to control me<br />
And now you plead for me to come back again<br />
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Bridge:<br />
Maybe this is how it's supposed to be<br />
I thought you'd always be here with me<br />
And now as I watch the clock<br />
I only wish for time to stop <br />
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Chorus:<br />
(So I...) can regroup<br />
I think it's about time I got over you<br />
You didn't deserve me<br />
But I stayed 'cause I thought that you loved me<br />
But now it's my time to fly<br />
I hope you know that I realized<br />
That it's only up to me<br />
I want you to see<br />
I'm better without you<br />
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Refrain:<br />
Baby, I know <br />
That you never loved me at all<br />
But I've broken away from the pain<br />
I've learned to spread my wings<br />
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Chorus:<br />
('Cause I) gotta regroup<br />
I think it's about time I got over you<br />
You didn't deserve me<br />
But I stayed 'cause I thought that you loved me<br />
But now it's my time to fly<br />
I hope you know that I realized<br />
That it's only up to me<br />
I want you to see<br />
I'm better without youSadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981592856678059803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489916494920427529.post-45446054994373109702010-03-02T08:59:00.002-05:002010-03-02T09:02:29.301-05:00Smile<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQEGd6tqf6aNVldOvkkqe6y0y7A23Xw791tnXYu5i6kyVj35YPawbczhqHRjg2rr7M76w_p6-Z4ccvzcg-a-wg1SuAyPL0mf7MkZT-Qp8mn5ed4tr5PYz8hiu1f4q9EGBuvBvivpMBwOYK/s1600-h/SmileYourCoffeeLovesYou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQEGd6tqf6aNVldOvkkqe6y0y7A23Xw791tnXYu5i6kyVj35YPawbczhqHRjg2rr7M76w_p6-Z4ccvzcg-a-wg1SuAyPL0mf7MkZT-Qp8mn5ed4tr5PYz8hiu1f4q9EGBuvBvivpMBwOYK/s320/SmileYourCoffeeLovesYou.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>"Why do we close our eyes when we sleep, when we cry, when we imagine, when we kiss? Because the most beautiful thing in the world is unseen." </em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em></em><em><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>“Smile, even if it's a sad smile, because sadder than a sad smile is the sadness of not knowing how to smile.”...</em> <br />
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</div>...Interestingly enough, people never knew that. <br />
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I woke up this morning, completely drained. School has gotten me so worked up that it's unbelievable. But once I looked in the mirror, I pasted a smile on my face. Though I was tired. Though I probably looked like hell. I couldn't help but smile. Why? Because it makes me feel so much better. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">It's amazing how something so simple as a lift of the corners of your mouth can light such a huge fire right under you. It warms you up and makes you feel whole again. It gives you the power to move on through the day, even though you're so exhausted emotionally and/or physically. <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Maybe that's all we need. People talk of all of these special things like material things and relationships. Yes, those things are important to some people. They too can help you out when you aren't feeling too well. But what if you don't have that? What if all you have to rely on is yourself? What happens then? <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">At a moment such as that, people tend to quit and give up on happiness. But I feel sorry for those that do, because all they need is a simple smile. One look in the mirror is all it takes. Once they see that smile on their face, whether it's forced or genuine, they'll feel so much better. It might take a few looks, but who cares? A few moments to reflect upon what you can offer yourself is worth it. </div></div>Sadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981592856678059803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489916494920427529.post-22302501636492489682010-03-01T08:57:00.000-05:002010-03-01T08:57:47.624-05:00Life and Love<em>Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else.</em><br />
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<em>-- Judy Garland</em><br />
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<em>God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.</em><br />
<em>-- Reinhold Niebuhr</em><br />
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<em>Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. </em><br />
<em>Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. </em><br />
<em>It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. </em><br />
<em>We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? </em><br />
<em>Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. </em><br />
<em>Your playing small does not serve the world. </em><br />
<em>There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. </em><br />
<em>We are all meant to shine, as children do. </em><br />
<em>We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. </em><br />
<em>It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. </em><br />
<em>And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.</em><br />
<em>As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.</em><br />
<em>-- Marianne Williamson</em><br />
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So I've written a few songs lately. All with the same theme. <br />
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<strong>Living Life</strong><br />
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It's easier said then done, really. Life throws so many obstacles in your way that eventually you fall to your knees and plead for things to end. You give up. You give in. What we don't see is, that's the coward's way out. Life is a gift. It should be appreciated. No, you didn't ask to be here. No, life isn't always easy, but who cares? You're alive. Make the best of it. <br />
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Something to think about: If life was easier, would it still be as enjoyable and adventurous as it is? <br />
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I watch the movie speed up, rewind then pause<br />
At a frame so dark that it's impossible to see<br />
The white lines flowing across the screen<br />
I look within, putting my face so close and I see<br />
The snowy white flakes staring back at me<br />
Chills and goosebumps run down my spine<br />
Are those thoughts really mine?<br />
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Stage writer, scratched notebook redeemer<br />
I can't believe I let it get this far<br />
Before I could finally see the pain within her<br />
Pause at the tear streaming down her face<br />
The water and heartbeat race<br />
Emotion streaming, sadness clinging<br />
Isn't it scary how close to heartbreak you're being?<br />
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Optimistic speaker, strong willed liver<br />
Soften the silence within<br />
It isn't easy being so breakable<br />
It's even harder being so predictable<br />
Mark the spot where you lay<br />
Crying on the floor for days<br />
It's always possible to break sadness's hold<br />
Speak up, let it out<br />
Pent up emotions driving you to shout<br />
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Phoenix inspired, red winged dipper<br />
Now's the time to be reborn<br />
Back away from the screen and learn to redeem<br />
Who you were, for the better<br />
It's written all down for you in a scarlet letter<br />
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Inspiration seeking, fluffy cloud dreamer<br />
Stage writer, scratched notebook redeemer<br />
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Optimistic speaker, strong willed liver<br />
Phoenix inspired, red winged dipper<br />
Now's the time to be reborn<br />
<br />
Back away from the screen and learn to redeem<br />
Who you were, for the better<br />
It's written all down for you in a scarlet letterSadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981592856678059803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489916494920427529.post-83879937811016438232010-01-29T11:38:00.000-05:002010-01-29T11:38:33.071-05:00WowI just realized yesterday that I haven't been on my blog in a while. That's totally my fault of course. I was busy with school and things. But then again, I had a month vacation. So yeah, no excuse there. But here goes.<br />
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My plan today is to finally unlock the inner thinker/poet in me. I've had that part hidden for so long because I really didn't know how to express myself without sounding stupid. <--- My own words of course. Everyone encourages me and tells me that I have a beautiful mind, but I don't see it. <br />
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Insecure much???<br />
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I bet no one would've ever thought that some one could be insecure about things in their head. I mean it's in your head??!!! But any whoo, I bought a composition notebook today. Time to write everything down. Even as I'm typing this up, I feel so much better. So much free-er <---awkward lol<br />
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But I've seriously missed this feeling and I'm so glad it's back.<br />
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I can't promise that I'll continue to update my blog like I'm supposed to but I can promise that I will update my new notebook.<br />
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Well, that's another one under the flowerpot. Time to unzip and step out of this old raggedy costume and breathe in the new of air of life. Welcome to my world. Freedom is bliss :)Sadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981592856678059803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489916494920427529.post-24750940548002791922009-11-23T12:03:00.000-05:002009-11-23T12:03:03.034-05:00Panama...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.panamaandcostarica.com/images/gallery_scenery-sunsetbay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.panamaandcostarica.com/images/gallery_scenery-sunsetbay.jpg" width="400" yr="true" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: inherit;">Cuando me fui,</span></em><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: inherit;">Me lleve nuestra vida</span></em><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nuestro pasado</span></em><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: inherit;">Quedaste dentro de mi</span></em><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: inherit;">Como algo encerrado,</span></em><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: inherit;">En las noches vuelven los recuerdos</span></em><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: inherit;">Las nostalgias de aquel pasado, aquellas noches de cafe</span></em><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: inherit;">Cuando pienso en ti</span></em><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: inherit;">Siento en mi boca</span></em><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: inherit;">El gusto de chocolate amargo,</span></em><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: inherit;">Cuando deseo acariciar tu pelo</span></em><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: inherit;">Solo logro tocar mi almohada,</span></em><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: inherit;">Y un vacio me llena</span></em><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: inherit;">Por dentro, cubierto de esperanzas,</span></em><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: inherit;">De volver a tenerte aqui,</span></em><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: inherit;">Aqui dentro de mi pecho</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></em><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: inherit;"> - <strong>Nostalgia</strong>, Carlos Alberto Garcia</span></em><br />
</div>Sadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981592856678059803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489916494920427529.post-69637844998347576672009-11-18T12:48:00.001-05:002009-11-18T12:48:49.484-05:00My future guitar. A Fender Strat!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_hwjZp-PB416QswiUHRZsRoVE-dPQUtbaAQD5_Srt87b_NN3b2UitzHHsca_FGsNbLlmQhwg5xv846c2mPnEibWU-O1x7145D8LswmOYE8gqKtr1_1hJko1_q21DgPBMr1vo9JjUf7O6Q/s1600/BlackPaisleyStrat04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_hwjZp-PB416QswiUHRZsRoVE-dPQUtbaAQD5_Srt87b_NN3b2UitzHHsca_FGsNbLlmQhwg5xv846c2mPnEibWU-O1x7145D8LswmOYE8gqKtr1_1hJko1_q21DgPBMr1vo9JjUf7O6Q/s320/BlackPaisleyStrat04.jpg" yr="true" /></a><br />
</div>Sadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981592856678059803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489916494920427529.post-76837254439009958032009-11-18T12:25:00.000-05:002009-11-18T12:25:17.303-05:00I just discovered this girl on youtube. Her name is Becca and she does absolutely fabulous covers for some of my favorite songs. Check her out<br />
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</div>Sadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981592856678059803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489916494920427529.post-89279915423131533832009-11-12T12:38:00.000-05:002009-11-12T12:38:18.291-05:00UPDATE!!!!I just bombed my math test. I KNEW I shouldn't have forgotten my calculator.<br />
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</div>Sadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981592856678059803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489916494920427529.post-66582646546581745912009-11-12T10:53:00.000-05:002009-11-12T10:53:04.362-05:00Uh oh!Got a math test in a few minutes. And I totally forgot my freaking calculator!!!!<br />
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</div>Sadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981592856678059803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489916494920427529.post-53165930599037104682009-11-11T13:14:00.001-05:002009-11-11T13:14:41.217-05:00*Sigh*<p>So for the past few days I’ve had no life. College gets much more time consuming as the days go on. But with quick calculations a few days ago, I figured out that I’ll probably finish college in 3 1/2 years, maybe even 3. Then there’s also the idea that I want to minor in Philosophy so things might change. Who knows? But a B.A in Criminal Justice in 3 years will be GREAT!!!!</p> <p>The question is…can I do it though? I mean I’ve been taking 15 credits each semester. I’m a sophmore in college and so far I’ve been able to handle all of the work, but next year I’m jumping to 16 credits. It may not sound like alot but the difference is MAJOR. I’m taking all core classes next year and in college terms that means…. NO LIFE!!! </p> <p>Oh well, it’s for my future so it’s worth it. Wish me luck though =)</p> <p> </p> <p><img src="http://www.classictools.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/Falling-Asleep-2.jpg" /> </p> <p>That’s how I feel….lol</p> Sadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981592856678059803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489916494920427529.post-58598475564961382012009-10-14T11:30:00.003-04:002009-10-14T11:39:29.173-04:00I need... YouWhat are you to me?<br />Are you the immaculate personification of my wet dream?<br />The one I see when I close my eyes visualizing hands sneaking up my thighs?<br />Caressing my inner sanctum<br />Telling me that you can make me feel better when you like them<br />Saying your the one for me<br />Spreading lies of emotional pies filled with the cream of pain, topped with the whimper of my cries<br />I...<br />Need more than just your word, your touch, your false love<br />I need more than just the look in your eyes when you catch a glimpse of my thigh<br />The catch in your voice when I don't give you a choice<br />Because my shirt spread just a bit too much tempting you to touch<br />Because my lips glimmered in the moonlight making your insides shine bright<br />Because my hips shook and shimmering hitting the spot, making you grow hot<br />NO...<br />I need your soul, touching mine willing it to grow<br />I need your faith in me, in the woman that I will be<br />I need your inner light shining just a little too bright<br />I need your shirt spreading just a bit too much tempting me to touch<br />I need your dominion, not giving me a choice just to hear that little catch in my voice<br />I need...<br />You<br />Not the text message version, picture mail sending, email writing, once in a while I'll give you a smile type man<br />I need your heart in my hand<br />The beat that I live to making me want to rumba in my living room type man<br />I need...<br />YouSadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981592856678059803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489916494920427529.post-48047526212708445612009-09-09T15:47:00.000-04:002009-09-09T15:58:01.795-04:00Moment of RealizationI'm not the most expressive person when it comes to showing emotions verbally. I just can't do it for some reason. Love?? Are you kidding? I choke on the "L" part alone. It sucks for those who are in a relationship with me because they are practically suffocating themselves when they say "I love you". The three words that I dread the most.<br /><br />So why am I like this you may ask? Well, I guess it's because I was brought up in a "guy's world" so to speak. Emotion is like a downplay for them. If you show emotion, then you're weak. If you so much as think about weakness, then you're a waste of time. It's harsh, yes, but the neighborhood I lived in required a little toughness. So, here I am today writing down that I can't express emotions or else I feel like a sap. It's disgusting to some people but normal for me. I mean, I even go as far as to reject hugs from family members (of course, I'm only playing around). And when I do hand out hugs, the people I give them too are extremely shocked and the first thing they ask me is "what's wrong with you? Are you on drugs?" lol<br /><br />What's my point? Well, I was riding on the bus today on my way to school and an elderly woman came aboard. She had to use the lifter that they use for the handicap because she couldn't walk properly. She needed the aid of a walker. Well, when she was aboard the bus and seated comfortably, she waved to someone outside. And she smiled. It was such a huge smile. It reached her eyes, which twinkled. I followed her line of vision and saw an equally elderly man waving back at her. And the look in his eyes matched that of hers. They were happy but most importantly, they were in love. And they weren't afraid to show it.<br /><br />I was deeply touched by this because I saw for the first time that love is actually timeless. And though they didn't verbally express there love, it was still visible on their faces. So for me to see that and to see that they were comfortable with it, I felt that I could be comfortable with it too. I can learn to be a bit more emotionally expressive (more so verbally) and that it is perfectly okay to have a moment of vulnerability here and there. Not everyone is as tough as they appear to be (me included).<br /><br />So from this day forward, I'm vowing to be more verbally expressive. Starting with a simple "I miss you, dad" or 'I miss you, mom" here and there. Hopefully, I will be able to get pass the "L" in love and actually flow through the whole word without a problem.<br /><br />Hopefully... :)Sadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09981592856678059803noreply@blogger.com0