Written By Esme
March 23, 2020, 11:27 a.m.(12/23/1012 AR)
To those that might read this.
You are loved. You are so loved. When you feel in your pit of despair, it is simply the winter of our hearts. However, like the seasons winter will give way to the abundance of spring. The empty coldness will melt. There will be tears like there will be rain, but they will lay the path to your flowers and your garden growing and becoming even more beautiful because of the pain. You will get on the other side of it.
Grief is hard. It seems like we are surrounded daily by it. People grieve in their own ways, if it is not your way; it might feel wrong and not at all genuine. Emotions are hard for the best of us and those that have been wounded by our own hearts and deeds; even moreso. One person may cry until there feels there is not an ounce of water left in their being. One may laugh until they are unable to breathe. Others may act as if nothing has happened. Some even, act out. This acting out can be cutting comments. It can be the attempt to cut at the very grief that surrounds them and the people they pretend not to care for. The hardest step is knowing what kind of grief the other is feeling and to allow them what they need to get through it. That need could be emotional, it could be distance, it could be anger, violence, or even more sexual of feeling alive. Do not judge it, I ask that of you.
As well, our paths are all interwoven through time and through each other. Our paths touch each other with every interaction, but they might not stay bound together. We make choices and while we hope we make the right ones, we are not walking in perfection. Not even the Gods can claim perfection. However, our choices and and our paths are just that - ours. We cannot suffer our friends and our families for the choice of one. We can bid them to help offer guidance to one we feel is misguided, but you cannot hold them for another's choice. Just as you cannot be held for that. They may affect us and we may make our choice how to act. We are beholden only to our own integrity. I ask only that before words are said and left there forever to be unsaid, that you think. You try to act in love. You try to act in compassion.
I have spoken before in the heat of anger. It does not happen often. It has happened and the only regrets in my life happen in the moments that exist after that. I wish no one to suffer regrets. Be true to your path. Be true to yourself and allow others to be true to their hearts as well. May the Gods bless your souls and bring you calm in the days that come.
You are loved. You are so loved. When you feel in your pit of despair, it is simply the winter of our hearts. However, like the seasons winter will give way to the abundance of spring. The empty coldness will melt. There will be tears like there will be rain, but they will lay the path to your flowers and your garden growing and becoming even more beautiful because of the pain. You will get on the other side of it.
Grief is hard. It seems like we are surrounded daily by it. People grieve in their own ways, if it is not your way; it might feel wrong and not at all genuine. Emotions are hard for the best of us and those that have been wounded by our own hearts and deeds; even moreso. One person may cry until there feels there is not an ounce of water left in their being. One may laugh until they are unable to breathe. Others may act as if nothing has happened. Some even, act out. This acting out can be cutting comments. It can be the attempt to cut at the very grief that surrounds them and the people they pretend not to care for. The hardest step is knowing what kind of grief the other is feeling and to allow them what they need to get through it. That need could be emotional, it could be distance, it could be anger, violence, or even more sexual of feeling alive. Do not judge it, I ask that of you.
As well, our paths are all interwoven through time and through each other. Our paths touch each other with every interaction, but they might not stay bound together. We make choices and while we hope we make the right ones, we are not walking in perfection. Not even the Gods can claim perfection. However, our choices and and our paths are just that - ours. We cannot suffer our friends and our families for the choice of one. We can bid them to help offer guidance to one we feel is misguided, but you cannot hold them for another's choice. Just as you cannot be held for that. They may affect us and we may make our choice how to act. We are beholden only to our own integrity. I ask only that before words are said and left there forever to be unsaid, that you think. You try to act in love. You try to act in compassion.
I have spoken before in the heat of anger. It does not happen often. It has happened and the only regrets in my life happen in the moments that exist after that. I wish no one to suffer regrets. Be true to your path. Be true to yourself and allow others to be true to their hearts as well. May the Gods bless your souls and bring you calm in the days that come.
Written By Esme
March 21, 2020, 3:12 p.m.(12/20/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
Well that just went badly.
I'm sorry. Truly
I'm sorry. Truly
Written By Esme
March 9, 2020, 11:09 p.m.(11/24/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Ilvin
I finally got to meet him. I am overjoyed. I am just so excited. We agree on so many things right now and everything is wonderful. He has the best dog. He will get excited about Limerance with me. He's a happy guy.
I am just so so so so happy to have gotten a moment of his time to meet him. So happy. The happiest of happy.
I am just so so so so happy to have gotten a moment of his time to meet him. So happy. The happiest of happy.
Written By Esme
March 6, 2020, 11:12 p.m.(11/18/1012 AR)
I'm not even really sure what to write or how to write it.
Do I address it to all of Tor? The people of a village? Do I utter it in prayers?
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I failed and I won't forget that failing.
I'm so sorry.
Do I address it to all of Tor? The people of a village? Do I utter it in prayers?
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I failed and I won't forget that failing.
I'm so sorry.
Written By Esme
March 5, 2020, 11:15 p.m.(11/16/1012 AR)
I am in need of fun.
Silly fun
Insane fun
Sane Fun
All the fun.
I need something to just laugh at and be in the moment. If you have suggestions, offers, or are willing to volunteer for these things - please send word. If you have never met me, do not let that stop you.
Silly fun
Insane fun
Sane Fun
All the fun.
I need something to just laugh at and be in the moment. If you have suggestions, offers, or are willing to volunteer for these things - please send word. If you have never met me, do not let that stop you.
Written By Esme
Feb. 13, 2020, 9:26 p.m.(10.06198330026455/4.471064814814815/1012.755165275022 AR)
Love is freedom. It does not oppress with chains. It does not hold envy. It does not wish tears and pain. It is the freedom of all of that. It allows people to come and go as they would choose to do. Some people we love for a moment and others for a lifetime. We offer only restrictions that are gone into without blinders.
I have felt the joy of first blooms of love.
I have felt the betrayal of lies in love's name.
I have felt the burden of loss when the love was no longer there.
But I have always been grateful for the love. It does not matter if it was the love of family, of friend, or of lover. Just the love. It is not that you set it free, it is that you are free within it. Love is not a game of conquering. It is not a game at all. Love is lightness in the darkness around us. It is also work. It is also understanding. So love the people around you and be grateful for those that love you.
I have felt the joy of first blooms of love.
I have felt the betrayal of lies in love's name.
I have felt the burden of loss when the love was no longer there.
But I have always been grateful for the love. It does not matter if it was the love of family, of friend, or of lover. Just the love. It is not that you set it free, it is that you are free within it. Love is not a game of conquering. It is not a game at all. Love is lightness in the darkness around us. It is also work. It is also understanding. So love the people around you and be grateful for those that love you.
Written By Esme
Feb. 13, 2020, 9:26 p.m.(10.061982473544974/4.471018518518519/1012.7551652061287 AR)
Love is freedom. It does not oppress with chains. It does not hold envy. It does not wish tears and pain. It is the freedom of all of that. It allows people to come and go as they would choose to do. Some people we love for a moment and others for a lifetime. We offer only restrictions that are gone into without blinders.
I have felt the joy of first blooms of love.
I have felt the betrayal of lies in love's name.
I have felt the burden of loss when the love was no longer there.
But I have always been grateful for the love. It does not matter if it was the love of family, of friend, or of lover. Just the love. It is not that you set it free, it is that you are free within it. Love is not a game of conquering. It is not a game at all. Love is lightness in the darkness around us. It is also work. It is also understanding. So love the people around you and be grateful for those that love you.
I have felt the joy of first blooms of love.
I have felt the betrayal of lies in love's name.
I have felt the burden of loss when the love was no longer there.
But I have always been grateful for the love. It does not matter if it was the love of family, of friend, or of lover. Just the love. It is not that you set it free, it is that you are free within it. Love is not a game of conquering. It is not a game at all. Love is lightness in the darkness around us. It is also work. It is also understanding. So love the people around you and be grateful for those that love you.
Written By Esme
Feb. 11, 2020, 8:07 p.m.(9.915308779761904/31.257291666666667/1012.7429423983135 AR)
I keep trying to figure out something to write and strangely have no words. I have tried to compose them and then they are just doodles with a pen that I'm supposed to be writing with.
I have enjoyed reading of others adventures though.
Remember, you are all so very loved.
I have enjoyed reading of others adventures though.
Remember, you are all so very loved.
Written By Esme
Feb. 11, 2020, 8:07 p.m.(9.915307953042328/31.25724537037037/1012.7429423294202 AR)
I keep trying to figure out something to write and strangely have no words. I have tried to compose them and then they are just doodles with a pen that I'm supposed to be writing with.
I have enjoyed reading of others adventures though.
Remember, you are all so very loved.
I have enjoyed reading of others adventures though.
Remember, you are all so very loved.
Written By Esme
Jan. 29, 2020, 10:03 p.m.(8.889346891534391/29.80342592592592/1012.6574455742946 AR)
I won the challenge.
Written By Esme
Jan. 28, 2020, 9:41 p.m.(8.816930803571427/25.748125/1012.6514109002976 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
My duel is coming up soon. I have so many mixed feelings to this. There is a sense of excitement to see how the Champions fight. I am sure that the Gods will decide and the truth will prevail. However, I am also a little adrift. I have never thought I would be challenged. It is something that I am always interested to hear about, but I did not think my personal name would meet the challenge. My first inclination is to apologize, even for a perceived slight. It is just in my nature. Then I was told that this is more of honor in Oathlands and to let it play out. It is so hard to go against one's nature, but I am certain that everyone shall find closure in this issue. I do wish both the Champions well and even that the challenger feels that he's been answered on his perceived slight.
Do love one another though, any that read this. Especially in times as these.
Do love one another though, any that read this. Especially in times as these.
Written By Esme
Jan. 23, 2020, 11:29 p.m.(8.465508432539682/20.068472222222223/1012.6221257027116 AR)
You are loved.
You are enough.
You are the only one that is walking your own path. You should strive to do that with an authentic choice. Do not mind the people in the other paths, that path is not yours.
Know you are blessed beyond measure.
You are enough.
You are the only one that is walking your own path. You should strive to do that with an authentic choice. Do not mind the people in the other paths, that path is not yours.
Know you are blessed beyond measure.
Written By Esme
Jan. 16, 2020, 10:43 a.m.(7/27/1012 AR)
A simple entry today. Does one choose to seek, inform/research, or to fight?
What if one seeks all of those?
What if one seeks all of those?
Written By Esme
Jan. 10, 2020, 11:13 p.m.(7/16/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirari
You ask something that is so very hard to answer and yet the pivotal foundation of that which I aspire to find. Love is so many different things to so many different people. We are bound to all explain it differently. There are different forms of love. I will touch base on three of them for you.
There is Eros love or that of affection between two people. It is an intimate form of love. It is that which we give to those we having longing for. It is the love between lovers when one longs and feels the burn of that desire. It is also, most times, without control. This can be a majestic chaos to be wrapped in, or it can be a vicious inferno to be burned alive. It also gives birth sometimes to control and jealousy, not that those are bad things in their forms either.
There is then philia love which is that we hold for our common man around us. It is composed of loyalty, compassion, sacrifice, appreciation, and it is the noble of courtly love. It is the acts that we hold and help also define our integrity. This that we feel for our friends. Those that we choose to surround ourselves with. There is a derivative of it that is an inherent love. One that just is and manifests, it falls under this as well. However, it is normally found in a parent for a child. Something that comes from the very soul of the person.
The third one I will touch on is agape. It is a universal love that is not specific. It is found in charity. It is in helping people that you don't know just because it is right. Because you love the humanity around you. I also subscribe this a Godly love. For the Gods have loved us before they knew us. They care for us and they lead us to redemption and forgive us. They direct out paths. They love us no matter what and without the knowledge on if we love them back. It is the kindest of loves and I believe the one that changes the fate of our lives.
This said, I find that love is defined by the person feeling it. If you feel you love a person, then you do. You are the only one that knows your heart and how to define it. Most of the time, I find it all consuming and without true lines and definition when I personally feel it. I have been burned by it, but still I seek the flames of it. I have longed for it. I have forsaken it. We all have this glorious path in life to walk and you, my dearest, are walking yours. I am so honored that you would have us define our definitions for you. I do hope that you find your own. I shall pray that Limerance gives you the information you seek. That your heart becomes full and you become full with the knowledge of your own definition.
There is Eros love or that of affection between two people. It is an intimate form of love. It is that which we give to those we having longing for. It is the love between lovers when one longs and feels the burn of that desire. It is also, most times, without control. This can be a majestic chaos to be wrapped in, or it can be a vicious inferno to be burned alive. It also gives birth sometimes to control and jealousy, not that those are bad things in their forms either.
There is then philia love which is that we hold for our common man around us. It is composed of loyalty, compassion, sacrifice, appreciation, and it is the noble of courtly love. It is the acts that we hold and help also define our integrity. This that we feel for our friends. Those that we choose to surround ourselves with. There is a derivative of it that is an inherent love. One that just is and manifests, it falls under this as well. However, it is normally found in a parent for a child. Something that comes from the very soul of the person.
The third one I will touch on is agape. It is a universal love that is not specific. It is found in charity. It is in helping people that you don't know just because it is right. Because you love the humanity around you. I also subscribe this a Godly love. For the Gods have loved us before they knew us. They care for us and they lead us to redemption and forgive us. They direct out paths. They love us no matter what and without the knowledge on if we love them back. It is the kindest of loves and I believe the one that changes the fate of our lives.
This said, I find that love is defined by the person feeling it. If you feel you love a person, then you do. You are the only one that knows your heart and how to define it. Most of the time, I find it all consuming and without true lines and definition when I personally feel it. I have been burned by it, but still I seek the flames of it. I have longed for it. I have forsaken it. We all have this glorious path in life to walk and you, my dearest, are walking yours. I am so honored that you would have us define our definitions for you. I do hope that you find your own. I shall pray that Limerance gives you the information you seek. That your heart becomes full and you become full with the knowledge of your own definition.
Written By Esme
Jan. 7, 2020, 8:36 p.m.(7/9/1012 AR)
I feel that I have found myself in a routine. It is not a bad one. I walk the paths I normally walk. I talk to the people I normally talk to. I think it is a good time to reflect on where and who I have been with and expand that. Life is full of such excitement and such adventure. I cannot wait to find it all. Even in the heat. I love the heat.
Written By Esme
Jan. 3, 2020, 4:26 p.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
Do you feel it? It ripples on the air all around us. We breathe it in every moment. We feel it. It lies upon our skin. It whispers in our ears. It delights in our soul.
Hope.
Love.
Honor.
Truth.
These are all the things that run through what we are. I have had a discussion regarding art with someone this week. They spoke of a kneeled character in the deepest part of grief. When I saw it, it was not the grief I saw. It was the hope. There was more. We all suffer loss. We all suffer pain, but it is not the end of things. Perhaps what we wanted cannot and will not now be achieved. We can mourn it, but please do not get lost in it.
We have all made decisions that we feel the remorse of it and wince at the outcome of them. They are the thoughts and memories that linger with us when we are alone. I just want you to know, that you are so loved. You are loved by the Gods that want to guide your path. They want to have you feel that redemption of your soul and your life. In the darkest of times, there are always pinpoints of light. We need only focus upon them. We need to focus and transcend our grief.
No one has ever found the path to walk if they were looking where they have already come from. It is spring. It is time to confess what we have held for so long. That dark thing that holds us back and holds to our heart. Confess them in your prayers. Ask for forgiveness for them. Move forwards not as victims, but as strong suppliers of honor. Then release them. Release those that have hurt you. Release those that you have hurt. Release yourself from shame and remorse. Put your feet upon the stones of your path and walk. Walk forward.
You are no longer who you were a moment ago. We are ever changing and striding. Please stride forward. If you wish to be better, than choose that. Choose it right now. Choose love. Choose honor. Choose conviction. People will see the change for we must not stand static. We must evolve. We must walk our beautiful paths.
Do not doubt. Your path is beautiful. Your decisions are yours. You are to be honored. Always.
Hope.
Love.
Honor.
Truth.
These are all the things that run through what we are. I have had a discussion regarding art with someone this week. They spoke of a kneeled character in the deepest part of grief. When I saw it, it was not the grief I saw. It was the hope. There was more. We all suffer loss. We all suffer pain, but it is not the end of things. Perhaps what we wanted cannot and will not now be achieved. We can mourn it, but please do not get lost in it.
We have all made decisions that we feel the remorse of it and wince at the outcome of them. They are the thoughts and memories that linger with us when we are alone. I just want you to know, that you are so loved. You are loved by the Gods that want to guide your path. They want to have you feel that redemption of your soul and your life. In the darkest of times, there are always pinpoints of light. We need only focus upon them. We need to focus and transcend our grief.
No one has ever found the path to walk if they were looking where they have already come from. It is spring. It is time to confess what we have held for so long. That dark thing that holds us back and holds to our heart. Confess them in your prayers. Ask for forgiveness for them. Move forwards not as victims, but as strong suppliers of honor. Then release them. Release those that have hurt you. Release those that you have hurt. Release yourself from shame and remorse. Put your feet upon the stones of your path and walk. Walk forward.
You are no longer who you were a moment ago. We are ever changing and striding. Please stride forward. If you wish to be better, than choose that. Choose it right now. Choose love. Choose honor. Choose conviction. People will see the change for we must not stand static. We must evolve. We must walk our beautiful paths.
Do not doubt. Your path is beautiful. Your decisions are yours. You are to be honored. Always.
Written By Esme
Dec. 16, 2019, 10:59 p.m.(5/21/1012 AR)
An oath and a vow are not a story.
They are not a decision that one merely makes and to say such or imply such is a horrid misinterpretation of the holy vows and oaths that exist. Limerance loves us. He loves all of us and he wants us to have love as well. Part of that Godly love is to have trust and honor. This is crafted with oaths and vows. I have said and will say until my last breath that one should never enter into one unless they know the full extent of what they are committing. For if you break an oath or a vow, you are known as that breaker. Your honor becomes tarnished and the Gods do not turn a blind eye. If they do not act, it is not out of believe that you are right; it is out of mercy. It should be thanked out of a humble soul.
A vow is important. You enter into it. Your name is given to it. An oath is a godly bond. It is not something you may cast off when it no longer suits you. It is not something you may walk away from because it is difficult. It is something you must uphold with all the honor that you possess in your being. Now, an oath or a vow may be broken or altered, but to do so is not an easy task. It is something that the Faith must look at and they must pray upon. They must wait for the insights of their Gods. It is something that Limerance would tell those devoted to him how to act and what needs to be done. It is not humanly wisdom, for we are not as wise as Gods; it is divine direction. It is not to be taken lightly and it is not to be thought of as anyone can claim it.
There are stipulations that make vows or oaths unfair or unwise. It is why those of Limerance should look them over or be called to assist if there is a question to the fairness of it.
I cannot tell you how to step upon your path, nor would I want to. There is beauty in decision and glorious wonder in being given free will. However, do not make a story of should or should not, wait or act, as a story of oaths and vows. It takes away from the sacredness of these acts. Also, do not vow or give an oath to anything unless you are willing to do it with your full body, soul, and heart.
They are not a decision that one merely makes and to say such or imply such is a horrid misinterpretation of the holy vows and oaths that exist. Limerance loves us. He loves all of us and he wants us to have love as well. Part of that Godly love is to have trust and honor. This is crafted with oaths and vows. I have said and will say until my last breath that one should never enter into one unless they know the full extent of what they are committing. For if you break an oath or a vow, you are known as that breaker. Your honor becomes tarnished and the Gods do not turn a blind eye. If they do not act, it is not out of believe that you are right; it is out of mercy. It should be thanked out of a humble soul.
A vow is important. You enter into it. Your name is given to it. An oath is a godly bond. It is not something you may cast off when it no longer suits you. It is not something you may walk away from because it is difficult. It is something you must uphold with all the honor that you possess in your being. Now, an oath or a vow may be broken or altered, but to do so is not an easy task. It is something that the Faith must look at and they must pray upon. They must wait for the insights of their Gods. It is something that Limerance would tell those devoted to him how to act and what needs to be done. It is not humanly wisdom, for we are not as wise as Gods; it is divine direction. It is not to be taken lightly and it is not to be thought of as anyone can claim it.
There are stipulations that make vows or oaths unfair or unwise. It is why those of Limerance should look them over or be called to assist if there is a question to the fairness of it.
I cannot tell you how to step upon your path, nor would I want to. There is beauty in decision and glorious wonder in being given free will. However, do not make a story of should or should not, wait or act, as a story of oaths and vows. It takes away from the sacredness of these acts. Also, do not vow or give an oath to anything unless you are willing to do it with your full body, soul, and heart.
Written By Esme
Dec. 13, 2019, 7:53 p.m.(5/15/1012 AR)
Spring.
While I have an appreciation for the winter, I cannot stop my confession that I love the thaw. I adore the roses in bloom. The way everyone just sort of brightens. I have seen marriages rekindled in the spring magic. I have felt love in my own heart. I have felt it given to me. Oh the times that it lasts, even if it but a memory by summer; but it was there. It shall linger on the minds.
I think that while I enjoy the beauty of autumn, I love the love that spills forth in Spring.
While I have an appreciation for the winter, I cannot stop my confession that I love the thaw. I adore the roses in bloom. The way everyone just sort of brightens. I have seen marriages rekindled in the spring magic. I have felt love in my own heart. I have felt it given to me. Oh the times that it lasts, even if it but a memory by summer; but it was there. It shall linger on the minds.
I think that while I enjoy the beauty of autumn, I love the love that spills forth in Spring.
Written By Esme
Dec. 13, 2019, 7:51 p.m.(5/15/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Artur
Oh my dearest friends and family,
I feel compelled to speak of such things today. Love is in the air. It's Spring. It happens every year. It makes me think of the people I have loved and people that have loved me. It's a glorious condition to be heartsick. To feel that intensity when one you care about is around. My heart is grateful for much of it's steps and paths that it has taken. It led me to Prince Artur Redrain and in him, I find a great friend. I adore him so much and this has not lessened (even if our roles in fate has). His happiness still steals my breath with pure rapture. If you have not, I would ask that you send word to him. Tell him Esme said you should. Ask him out for drinks. Ask him about legends. Talk and be merry.
I feel compelled to speak of such things today. Love is in the air. It's Spring. It happens every year. It makes me think of the people I have loved and people that have loved me. It's a glorious condition to be heartsick. To feel that intensity when one you care about is around. My heart is grateful for much of it's steps and paths that it has taken. It led me to Prince Artur Redrain and in him, I find a great friend. I adore him so much and this has not lessened (even if our roles in fate has). His happiness still steals my breath with pure rapture. If you have not, I would ask that you send word to him. Tell him Esme said you should. Ask him out for drinks. Ask him about legends. Talk and be merry.
Written By Esme
Nov. 17, 2019, 6:29 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)
I have said good-byes in my life. I don't mind them normally, it is a part of life. Sometimes it is a person that you loved. That good-bye can come in the form of death, but then there is the other kind. The kind that you say good-bye to a love and a dream with a person, but they walk around and see you. You see them. Life continues, but not the way you thought. I was asked if this is better or worse. I can only speak for myself when I say better. You get to see their happiness play out when they find it.
There are good byes to family and friends. They are going to their home lands, on a journey, or even death. It is a constant hello and good-bye of life. I like when they come back and have tales. I can see the changes in them. I never don't love any of them.
Then there are good-byes to potential. That connection you felt for someone that left you breathless for their next message to you. Or the next time you saw them. Or just being near them. The heady intoxication of their being. That one is the hardest for me. It's because there were so many paths that are just shuttered closed. I struggle with this one the most this week. It's not brought me sadness, just a sort of bittersweet. I don't think I'm ever truly sad for long in life. I just miss their presence, but duty dictates and we will go forward. I thought our good-bye was a good one.
Then it wasn't even remembered. I admit that I was a little hurt, but then I realized the Gods have a plan. They have a plan for the person and they have a plan for me. They needed to forget and I needed to remember. So, smile bright, I shall. Love is an intoxication. Love is a wonderful pain. Love is everything. No matter how we define it or how long it lasts.
I just pray everyone has a moment of love in their lives.
I am also sort of praying for Spring -- Northerners don't hate me. I think winter is gorgeous, but I'm cold ALL THE TIME.
There are good byes to family and friends. They are going to their home lands, on a journey, or even death. It is a constant hello and good-bye of life. I like when they come back and have tales. I can see the changes in them. I never don't love any of them.
Then there are good-byes to potential. That connection you felt for someone that left you breathless for their next message to you. Or the next time you saw them. Or just being near them. The heady intoxication of their being. That one is the hardest for me. It's because there were so many paths that are just shuttered closed. I struggle with this one the most this week. It's not brought me sadness, just a sort of bittersweet. I don't think I'm ever truly sad for long in life. I just miss their presence, but duty dictates and we will go forward. I thought our good-bye was a good one.
Then it wasn't even remembered. I admit that I was a little hurt, but then I realized the Gods have a plan. They have a plan for the person and they have a plan for me. They needed to forget and I needed to remember. So, smile bright, I shall. Love is an intoxication. Love is a wonderful pain. Love is everything. No matter how we define it or how long it lasts.
I just pray everyone has a moment of love in their lives.
I am also sort of praying for Spring -- Northerners don't hate me. I think winter is gorgeous, but I'm cold ALL THE TIME.
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