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originally posted by: OpinionatedB
a reply to: woodwardjnr
As a mother, I want to say something... (I'll be your mom for a second here.. lol)
You know well how to die... but you have been dying so long you forgot how to live..
learn to live again hon... learn to live.. sure.. some stuff is harder for you than it is other people... but use the things you can to help you, and learn to live again..
Kahlil Gibran on Love
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
...
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
originally posted by: OpinionatedB
a reply to: cody599
I'm proud to call you friend too..
I love this poem.. so I will share it:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
- Dylan Thomas
originally posted by: woodwardjnr
I'm sensing she might be looking for a get out without wanting to hurt my feelings. I think I need to tell her that it's ok, if she doesn't want to do this anymore. I won't be hurt and for her to move on. I think I've been selfish for too long, but I've just really enjoyed it. But it's not fair of me to take her on this journey with me. It's only going to end in tears and not the happy type
originally posted by: woodwardjnr
a reply to: tothetenthpowerthanks 10th sound advice. I just need to do it today and being the king of procrastination I need to get it done before I see her tomorrow. I just think that if I do it now that's no more sex for me for the foreseeable future. That sounds a bit shallow but it's a reality. It just seems like I'm giving up the only good thing in my life that brings me happiness and a great distraction from the realities im facing.