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. Perfectly blue eyes..



So so blue.

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

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. Monty python. Lemon Jelly. 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 we had made prior to meeting each other.

So we kissed one last time. Hugged each other one last time. It was a Perfect Hug too.. Our bodies fit together perfectly. My own lungs let out a feeling with a sound totally involuntarily. I’ve never had a more perfect moment since. I didn’t want it to end.

We 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.

Abortion is Murder.

Abortion is murder. Please read this page through to the surprising ending.

First off, let’s define murder. “To kill intentionally and with premeditation.”

“The premeditated killing of a human being by another human being.”
To slay. To dispatch. To Stop. Bump offDiscontinue.

Are we both in agreement about the definition of murder?
Good. Glad we agree at least on that.

Now let’s define abortion. “The termination of pregnancy.”
To bring to an end. The end of something. To abort. To stop.

So then what is abortion? We all know what the act itself is.
To kill a baby. An innocent baby.

A life that you started.

By whatever means, planned or unplanned, You had some role in its creation.

Even if that act was instigated by an evil act/person.

Sad, but true. Every choice in your life led up to that moment of conception. Whether you walked through the park, or drank too much at the party, or whatever. If You had made another choice, chosen another option (like you know, decided to NOT have sex), You would have been somewhere else and not gotten pregnant.

BTW, for the record, I firmly believe rape is one of the most heinous & wicked crimes one can commit against another person.

BUT, that evil act does not make the baby bad, or disgusting, or a bastard, or any other vile word you can think of.

The baby, that human, is innocent. Why would you punish that little bundle of life, of joy, for something two other humans did? It has committed no crimes, harmed no one. All that it knows is that life -until now- has been good.

If you’re arguing to the likes of “It’s her body!“.. Doesn’t that exact same logic also apply to the baby also? It has its own body. You can’t apply one level of sanity to yourself then deny another life that very same right.

You might try to rationalize that abortion is okay because the baby hasn’t been born yet. What the freakin difference does it make if the baby is inside the mother or outside? Just because the mother is removed from around the baby, the baby doesn’t suddenly become self sufficient! The child is totally helpless inside or outside.

Kind of arbitrary to declare any person has a right to live or die because they changed housing.. Don’t you think?

You might to to rationalize that abortion is okay because the baby isn’t alive yet. (Uh.. what?? Who really thinks that?)
Growing, moving, reacting, laughing, and thinking.
Sure seems alive to me.

Oh, “babies don’t think yet” you say..? (Science says they do.)

Is your compassion for someone limited to your estimation of their intelligence?
BTW, babies do think. Try talking to your child. Yes, now.
Look into its eyes. (That is, if you don’t murder it first.)

You might to to rationalize that abortion is okay because ‘the mother wasn’t planning it’.. or it’ll be ‘tough on the mother’.. or ‘the world is too tough/horrible/bad/evil’.. or that ‘she’s not ready to be a mother‘.. or that ‘she had other plans‘.. or that ‘its her body‘.. In the words of Penn & Teller, “BULLSHIT!“.

Hardly a human on this earth is prepared to take care of another new life.. at first. But we all can learn from each other and our mistakes. The world is literally getting better every year. Crime is falling, nations are rising, technology is helping everyone connect.

But all tend to manage. We live, we love, we survive.

Please don’t murder children.

They have as much right to live as we do.

There are two times that I can fully understand the need for an abortion.
1: Where the mother’s life is at stake. It’s up to her to decide the fate.
2: Where the baby will not be able to live to birth. Again, it’s the mother’s choice.

I will argue until the bitter end, beg of you, to please make the right choice. Let the baby live. Give it up for adoption if you must!

But, I am not without compassion and understanding.. I will not shame you for deciding what must be the hardest decision you will ever make. I will still be your friend.

Heck, I might even drive you to the clinic.

Peace.