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| Hello October.
I got my jean jackets out, and I am excited at the prospect of sweaters and red leaves.
I love this time of year, as you can just smell change in the air. It smells so refreshing. | | |
| "To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away."
The End.
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| MY best friend doesn't remember from about October to January of this year. It's been the hardest thing I have ever had to deal with. He wants to remember, but he just can't.
And it's been so hard to tell someone about what happens with your boyfriend, you know?
It meant so much to me that he went to (and enjoyed) the Tori Amos concert I took him to.
I'm not in love with him, even though he is by best friend. He's been there in ways you can never imagine. And even though he spent the most of the end of 2008 in a hospital, he will always be the person I love the most, and not in a boyfriend kind of way | | |
| I drove past his house today, and remembered a time before now. A time when college seemed like more responsibility than a choice, when dreams could still be made at any expense because absolutely anything was possible, the world really was mine. A time when the heart spoke for the mind and the mind lived for the heart.
Now, loan payments and bills and your choice became a different kind of responsibility, not the kind that you had envisioned those years ago when it was easy to live out of a room shared with a complete stranger. Suddenly a house for sale could become the next chapter of your life, and somehow you've prepared yourself in no way, shape, or form.
The past is not individual memory after memory, but rather a well mixed drink, where in any look you can see all the wrong things and something that you used to love more than anything has become too mixed together to mean anything of significance.
I was hoping we could dance together. | | |
| Every time I buy concert tickets with the intention of taking the current guy in my life, by the time the concert comes around he is no longer a part of my life.
It happened with Alanis Morissette in 2005.
It happened with Tori Amos in 2008.
It happened with Alanis Morissette in 2008.
It happened with Kings of Leon in 2009.
So my new rule is to only attend concerts with friends, boyfriends not allowed. | | |
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