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Bleeding, but Still Healing Heart

Ten years ago I fell in love with the most wonderful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.

She is beautiful, smart, intelligent, pretty, cute, full of goodness, and oh so kind.

She smelled good too. Pretty smile.. perfect teeth. Perfect eyes.. So blue.
So so blue.

Her eyes.. I have never seen such beautiful blue eyes.
I fear I never will see them again.

I fell in love with her the first time we met. I had to force myself not to stare.. she was so beautiful. Perfectly sexy body, but not stuck up on herself. (Cute butt too!)

Then we had a chance to talk together. Love her voice. I still hear her voice some days..

We had a wonderful time together. We shared our stories. Talked about anything. Our pasts. Our children. Our commitments.

Everything was perfect when I was with her.

Everything.

We kissed. We talked. We hugged.

The time with her felt endless and too short at the same time.

We talked about our duties. Decided that we would each give our individual pasts another try. Take that hard high road as it were. Live up to our promises.

So we kissed one last time. Hugged each other one last time. Perfect hug too.. Our bodies fit together perfectly. I’ve never had a more perfect moment since. I didn’t want it to end.

Said our goodbyes then we parted ways and have not seen each other since.

For years I thought about her literally every day. Dreamed about her many times.

In the dreams she always had a look on her perfect face that said keep me, but let me go. “I have to go..”, she’d say.

Some nights I wake up crying. Some days I fall asleep crying. I miss her so much.

I scan everyone when I’m out and about, looking for her face. That smile. Those eyes.

People might think I’m strange that I’ll look them in the eye and smile. The twist is I’m thinking about her. And them too, the strangers.. wishing they were her.

I miss you. I love you. Always.

Your love is my drug, blue eyes.

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compassion kindness lost

Lost: One little boy named Rayden.

Many, many people all around here were looking for him.. I even drove some hoping to spot him.

A Lady (with kids) said they found him. Good!

I’d be so worried if my little boy wandered away and we couldn’t find him.. I’d worry about who took him.. damn pedophiles. I wish they would all instantly self-incinerate the moment they chose to start down that bad bad road.

All is well that ends well, aye?