I used to think dating was very simple. In my mind, it only required two things (assuming neither person was already in another relationship):

1. being attracted to someone
2. being able to have a deep friendship with that someone

Looking for God's will in it is good, too. I tend to think that those two things being reciprocated are pretty good signs ( Read more... )

I rediscovered an old poem earlier this evening and realized that I like my new style of poetry-writing much better now. Additionally, I felt the urge to elucidate on it. I ended up writing this little piece. It's an old, familiar topic, but I don't care; it's just an exercise, after all. But I think it shows a clear change in my style, which I ( Read more... )

"It's over now. It's all over."

Part Six

I was a bit hung over but the first thing I did was to go to dress and go to 2MD. Before I got out of the house I ran into Teneal, and she exclaimed, “Casey! I just got a text message from Elizabeth -- you won’t believe what happened to Global House last night. SAO sent out  an email to all the members of the ( Read more... )

This livejournal has been only used to twist together the ending strands of dreams into something beautiful.

But today is different.

This post is not a dream. This is real. I am purging. Like a river lets out its water from a dam, I cannot let this stagnate any longer. If I write it all out, perhaps I dwell on it less. Maybe I'll be able to move on.

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Aaaaaaah, it's so cute!

I never thought I'd be the object of unrequited love, and yet here I am on Valentine's day, getting calls from not one but two love-struck boys.

I've never gotten a single call on Valentine's before! Oh my goodness!

So here's the thing - Obviously, the first call was from my boyfriend, Yoshi, who is wonderful and planning a ( Read more... )

I mean, who the hell in their right mind would look at me and him and think we could find something in such an unlikely place? Well, sometime back in heaven, we were good for each other. I remember sunlight in the trees. I remember white shirts, with the water bleeding through. I remember soap suds floating down into the street ( Read more... )