August.
2 years ago my bff past away, from of course a drunk/on drugs driver... what's new in valencia. As I mourned his death I ended up spending the night somewhat at the grave till I was kicked out. He's my guardian angel with 2 years of premonitions and dreams weather it happens within the next 3 days to 3 years it's there. Thanks for great memory from drunk driving accident... that i remember every word, sentence, what shoes were worn to the clothes on the backs. It's August, It reminds me of the year that past so nicely by with bliss heavens... I'm in love. I'm loving, adore him completely with even his drunken rambles of his manly man time and him cheering on for FOOD. i love him, he's my world and since march we can only get better nothing can get worst from this. it's perfect.
Last time I fell in love was 1999, we broke up in 2000... Maybe the fact I didn't give it up after 4 years. Happy 16th Birthday!
I fell in love again, January 2009. Don't get me wrong I did lust him, 18 July 2008 when we first met...Then my knees cap started to feel like jelly, kisses were a fresh breath of air as I melt in his arms, blush when he around with lost words. I swear I'm not making this up. It’s this electric feeling that I can spend days on describing. I started to give him a piece of the world. As time passed getting to know each other, his quirks, just being there as the afternoons turns to mornings talking and spending endless nights. I listen to his stories of his father (a great man though I never had a chance to meet him but wish I did), growing up in the San Gabriel Valley, travels, the Niners, mods/scooters/lambretta to the night before when he got drunk at Jen’s house and climbed up a tree as I gave him a glimpse of England, being strapped down on a skateboard during the filming of ‘Pump Up the Volume,’ and my old soul. He took me on adventures of exploring great lengths, sometimes I never knew it was inside of me… but he brought them out. Then this blessed feeling comes upon, shit I’m head over heels with this dream boat. Yes, I was worried in the beginning he’s incredible handsome and intelligent plus he shows this heart of pure gold that doesn’t melt. He can get ANY girl, starting from 18 to 75, maybe he’s a womanizer. He assured me that he wasn’t going anywhere and he’s with me, he gave me his word and made a mutual promise to loyalty that if something does come up that we’re a phone call away. We were on the same page, cheating is murder and we’ve both experienced that. I would be stressed, heartache from slave hours and disappointed and it just all seems to go away in an instant with that ‘Hello’ at the door, full hug and a kiss... *POOF* it’s gone. It didn’t stop the glory kept coming… the cooked meals, Sons of Anarchy nights, movie nights… I put effort in designing logos for the club he’s in and then it happened.
It was the end of August that I started having gut feels but the beginning of September, I knew I was falling for him that I put thought into getting him a record player (his broke one drunk night with one of his favorite soundtrack to Band of the Hand) then the heaps vinyl rarity of Madness, The Jam, Small Faces, Purple Heart, Merton Parkas, Prince Buster, The Johnny Howard single ‘Rinky Dink,’ Northern Soul and the record I used my lifelines on for it’s hard to get a hold of Tuff Turf Soundtrack. I started tell him things that I’ve wrote in my Rambles or my best friend ONLY knows (who is currently 6 ft. under, God Bless His Soul-mcb). I opened up.
Last time I opened up to someone I was 13. Sadly that bliss ended 15 min. after midnight on 19 March 2000 that I would watch a homemade tape of him fucking… with no protection. I always thought it was my non growing breast for Amber had platinum blonde hair kind of bro hoe-ish , a nice set of 36 Cs that can be used as a purse when needed and she was from Texas. Fuck, she was cute and she gave in fucking him as she records it knowing I was his girlfriend as she winked at the camera. Funny thing when the wishes tape came on, Jeremy sat right next to me telling me that’s he’s so lucky to be with the Birthday girl. Then CUT, it’s on… telling Amber he’s so lucky to be with her and the incredible word that seems to be used fluently LOVE. However, this was different he used the word I and YOU. Bloody hell that can make an ocean waterfall, 10 minutes after when the caressing, words, telling her she’s amazing…he got the beating to a gnarly pulp including broken rib, nose and fracture socket… I was then rewarded with a license for being born on 19 March 1979.
Back to my glee, I was his girlfriend at that moment I gave him half of the world. It was quick July now September. Few months went by, when I traveled, was out, in general with the mindset of him.…Mod, scooter, lambretta, northern soul items came with vintage ashtrays from Germany, 2009 Jam Calendar to Boddingtons and loads of Ben Sherman, Fred Perry, Chelsea F.C., and Rings. Oh, Rings. Skull with the dragon’s claw, cross band, vintage medieval, and the sting ray cuff which were given Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years. I was given a ring of his, that I wear to this day and when it’s missing which rarely is the case I feel quite naked. Nights of drinking and morning to the British Bulldog, I witness a night of overly full drunkenness from beer hunter that I stayed worried that he may vomit in his sleep (never does). I took the initiative to care for him throughout the night extending my stay and postponing my flight.
The night of 18 January 2009 there was this gargantuan party in Orange County for the Lady that he attended and I was out of town. I received loads of voice mails (some are saved) and phone calls, that even if it cost a great amount of money I took them. It was the weekend of riding scooters, hanging out, the untouchables, and recruiting members, seeing old friends, listening to the Jam and bragging about me. Oh, I wish I was there that night...the best part: he said ‘I love you’ and meant it. I came over and his door knob was different, later I found out when he was out his ex came over and trashed his place and with taking her stuff. Also taking the only spare house keys, with safety he changed his locks. We sat on the front porch and talked, about everything. His head was in my lap as I sat on the stairs and combed my fingers through his Irish thickness. He looked at me and asked about this relationship. With my honest answer, I took a leap into the unknown. He presented me with keys to his place, wanting me to have them and the rest of the day we talked from banks, kids, cars, checks, international, marriage… it was fucking amazing. Scary, yes but realizing at that moment when I agreed I wanted more I’m in this. From that moment, of hearing his voice, when he said ‘I love you, doll,’ I can tell it was all heart and soul and I gave him the world. Then I woke up with his arms around lying next to me and Maximus at our feet... I was comfortable, safe and loved. I’m totally myself when I’m around him, he’s always there for me as I am for him and sees things that I don’t see in myself. I love him tenderly with all heart and soul, integrity, blood, sweat and tears.
Now, it’s been a little over a year since we’ve been together, I’ve mention this before; you’re simply wonderful, have ambition that inspires, the sexiness of your vision, timelessness of respect and courage, and with all heart & soul, blood sweat and tears you do everything (plus) in your power to outshine them all!
All I can say is this is simply the best; I’m in love without losing myself. You are important to me and I’m willing and have given everything I’ve got. That doesn’t mean that there won’t be times that we’ll disagree with misunderstandings and fights. But it does mean that there will always be someone who loves you, someone who wants things to work out and someone who’s all yours. I’ve met your family as I look forward to more adventures and memories we’ll have together. You are the last great and one of the nine worthies.
This is a lot. Then again, so is investing in the deux 1967 Lambretta SX200 with an open stay in Notting Hill.
Happy Anniversary, I’ll kiss you and remind you that the world is not going to end, I love you.
Last time I fell in love was 1999, we broke up in 2000... Maybe the fact I didn't give it up after 4 years. Happy 16th Birthday!
I fell in love again, January 2009. Don't get me wrong I did lust him, 18 July 2008 when we first met...Then my knees cap started to feel like jelly, kisses were a fresh breath of air as I melt in his arms, blush when he around with lost words. I swear I'm not making this up. It’s this electric feeling that I can spend days on describing. I started to give him a piece of the world. As time passed getting to know each other, his quirks, just being there as the afternoons turns to mornings talking and spending endless nights. I listen to his stories of his father (a great man though I never had a chance to meet him but wish I did), growing up in the San Gabriel Valley, travels, the Niners, mods/scooters/lambretta to the night before when he got drunk at Jen’s house and climbed up a tree as I gave him a glimpse of England, being strapped down on a skateboard during the filming of ‘Pump Up the Volume,’ and my old soul. He took me on adventures of exploring great lengths, sometimes I never knew it was inside of me… but he brought them out. Then this blessed feeling comes upon, shit I’m head over heels with this dream boat. Yes, I was worried in the beginning he’s incredible handsome and intelligent plus he shows this heart of pure gold that doesn’t melt. He can get ANY girl, starting from 18 to 75, maybe he’s a womanizer. He assured me that he wasn’t going anywhere and he’s with me, he gave me his word and made a mutual promise to loyalty that if something does come up that we’re a phone call away. We were on the same page, cheating is murder and we’ve both experienced that. I would be stressed, heartache from slave hours and disappointed and it just all seems to go away in an instant with that ‘Hello’ at the door, full hug and a kiss... *POOF* it’s gone. It didn’t stop the glory kept coming… the cooked meals, Sons of Anarchy nights, movie nights… I put effort in designing logos for the club he’s in and then it happened.
It was the end of August that I started having gut feels but the beginning of September, I knew I was falling for him that I put thought into getting him a record player (his broke one drunk night with one of his favorite soundtrack to Band of the Hand) then the heaps vinyl rarity of Madness, The Jam, Small Faces, Purple Heart, Merton Parkas, Prince Buster, The Johnny Howard single ‘Rinky Dink,’ Northern Soul and the record I used my lifelines on for it’s hard to get a hold of Tuff Turf Soundtrack. I started tell him things that I’ve wrote in my Rambles or my best friend ONLY knows (who is currently 6 ft. under, God Bless His Soul-mcb). I opened up.
Last time I opened up to someone I was 13. Sadly that bliss ended 15 min. after midnight on 19 March 2000 that I would watch a homemade tape of him fucking… with no protection. I always thought it was my non growing breast for Amber had platinum blonde hair kind of bro hoe-ish , a nice set of 36 Cs that can be used as a purse when needed and she was from Texas. Fuck, she was cute and she gave in fucking him as she records it knowing I was his girlfriend as she winked at the camera. Funny thing when the wishes tape came on, Jeremy sat right next to me telling me that’s he’s so lucky to be with the Birthday girl. Then CUT, it’s on… telling Amber he’s so lucky to be with her and the incredible word that seems to be used fluently LOVE. However, this was different he used the word I and YOU. Bloody hell that can make an ocean waterfall, 10 minutes after when the caressing, words, telling her she’s amazing…he got the beating to a gnarly pulp including broken rib, nose and fracture socket… I was then rewarded with a license for being born on 19 March 1979.
Back to my glee, I was his girlfriend at that moment I gave him half of the world. It was quick July now September. Few months went by, when I traveled, was out, in general with the mindset of him.…Mod, scooter, lambretta, northern soul items came with vintage ashtrays from Germany, 2009 Jam Calendar to Boddingtons and loads of Ben Sherman, Fred Perry, Chelsea F.C., and Rings. Oh, Rings. Skull with the dragon’s claw, cross band, vintage medieval, and the sting ray cuff which were given Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years. I was given a ring of his, that I wear to this day and when it’s missing which rarely is the case I feel quite naked. Nights of drinking and morning to the British Bulldog, I witness a night of overly full drunkenness from beer hunter that I stayed worried that he may vomit in his sleep (never does). I took the initiative to care for him throughout the night extending my stay and postponing my flight.
The night of 18 January 2009 there was this gargantuan party in Orange County for the Lady that he attended and I was out of town. I received loads of voice mails (some are saved) and phone calls, that even if it cost a great amount of money I took them. It was the weekend of riding scooters, hanging out, the untouchables, and recruiting members, seeing old friends, listening to the Jam and bragging about me. Oh, I wish I was there that night...the best part: he said ‘I love you’ and meant it. I came over and his door knob was different, later I found out when he was out his ex came over and trashed his place and with taking her stuff. Also taking the only spare house keys, with safety he changed his locks. We sat on the front porch and talked, about everything. His head was in my lap as I sat on the stairs and combed my fingers through his Irish thickness. He looked at me and asked about this relationship. With my honest answer, I took a leap into the unknown. He presented me with keys to his place, wanting me to have them and the rest of the day we talked from banks, kids, cars, checks, international, marriage… it was fucking amazing. Scary, yes but realizing at that moment when I agreed I wanted more I’m in this. From that moment, of hearing his voice, when he said ‘I love you, doll,’ I can tell it was all heart and soul and I gave him the world. Then I woke up with his arms around lying next to me and Maximus at our feet... I was comfortable, safe and loved. I’m totally myself when I’m around him, he’s always there for me as I am for him and sees things that I don’t see in myself. I love him tenderly with all heart and soul, integrity, blood, sweat and tears.
Now, it’s been a little over a year since we’ve been together, I’ve mention this before; you’re simply wonderful, have ambition that inspires, the sexiness of your vision, timelessness of respect and courage, and with all heart & soul, blood sweat and tears you do everything (plus) in your power to outshine them all!
All I can say is this is simply the best; I’m in love without losing myself. You are important to me and I’m willing and have given everything I’ve got. That doesn’t mean that there won’t be times that we’ll disagree with misunderstandings and fights. But it does mean that there will always be someone who loves you, someone who wants things to work out and someone who’s all yours. I’ve met your family as I look forward to more adventures and memories we’ll have together. You are the last great and one of the nine worthies.
This is a lot. Then again, so is investing in the deux 1967 Lambretta SX200 with an open stay in Notting Hill.
Happy Anniversary, I’ll kiss you and remind you that the world is not going to end, I love you.