Memories of Yesterday Make Us What We ARE TODAY ....
The before and the after ...
The past and the present ...
The good and the bad ...
The beautiful turned ugly ...
& the ugly turned beautiful ...
CAUSE THE SWEET IS NEVER AS SWEET WITHOUT THE SOUR :)
It seems unreal that Nikki and I have been together for two years. It seems like just yesterday when we were both playing the chasing game ... telling each other that we love each other for the first time ... the first kiss infront of her door ... the first car ride together ... from break-ups to make-ups to all the good stuff inbetween I couldn't ask for anyone better. How can I at such a young age have found that person that is my only escape. That person that no matter how bad it gets it always gets better. I'll admit these past few months have been so rocky in our relationship and its mostly been my fault. But for some reason she still sticks around ... for some reason we know that no matter what in the end it's always going to work out. Till death do us part ? - Maybe - Lately thats been the case LoL ... but I find tranquility and comfort in her. I want the next two years to be just the same ... two years is nothing, a lifetime with HER is not quite enough to satisfy my hunger for her love.
It has been the best of times and worst of times but I wouldn't trade it for the world. Nikki has brought an immense amount of joy and change to my life, that any man no any person would be lucky to have.
JUST A BRIEF BRIEF GLIMPSE OF THE PAST 2 YEARS...I KNOW THAT PICTURES ONLY SHOW THE GOOD TIMES BUT GOD I HAVE LIKE OVER 3,000 PICS OF US TOGETHER ... SO I GUESS THERE HAVEN'T BEEN THAT MANY BAD TIMES :)
I'm a movement by myself, but I'm a force when we're together.
I can't predict the weather but I would ride out any storm with you bebeh :)
Beside her I feel whole ... beside her I feel like it's worth the fight.
I love you
Happy 2 Years
First anniversaries replay the tune,
Instigating music yet unheard,
Reminiscences without a word,
Salient as the dark side of the moon.
Then sing with joy the old, familiar song
And listen for the notes you cannot hear,
Notes that play but to the inner ear,
Nor more nor less the love for which you long.
In silence underneath your celebration,
Vivid lies the truth of which you sing,
Exact as ice, radiant as summer,
Rich and spare, bountiful and pure.
So will you sense this sense without sensation
As you let the bells of glory ring,
Rejoicing to the rhythm of time's drummer,
Yet yearning still for what you have, and sure.
FOREVER AND ALWAYS
LATERZ,
Tony