"How's your easter going"....That's the text I got from "1" this evening. 1 is the one guy I regret pushing away from me...and quite out of the blue I get this text. Let's just say, more words and memories went through my head in a minute than the entire day.
If I could apologize for my words and actions, it would be the most heartfelt apology this ice queen could muster. I'm sorry that I got scared. I realized that I could in fact feel things for a guy again and I wanted that...but that scared me. He broke down my 'ice queen' heart - the one that allowed me to hurt anyone, be careless with people's emotions, and walk away perfectly in control and unfeeling. That was terrifying and admittedly, I handled it horribly. I pulled away fast, I intentionally hurt him, I blamed him for my own fears, and didn't even realize I was doing it.
I'm sorry that I didn't realize it because I lost a pretty amazing friend...someone I could tell anything to and know it would stay hidden away. I could get his advice on anything from my fashion choice to school. And we had fun.
I sort of hope he still reads my blog because I miss him.
The worst person to hurt is a writer because we will always do what we do best and everyone will know your dirty little secrets...even the one's you don't actually have.
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Saturday, March 30, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
My chats with my Grampy
Over the past few days, I've had the opportunity to spend a lot of time with my grandfather. Even with the stress, it's been a blessing to have that time with him. We've had some great talks about different things and here are some things I've picked up on:
-Love isn't about expression, it's visible in a person's face. Gramp looks at Gram like she is the most beautiful, valuable, wonderful woman in the entire world.
-Justin Beiber is young and is making too much money. Stop worshiping these kids - it's not healthy on them...or on the people who are idolizing their heroes!
-His faith isn't a part of him, it is him. He told me if I cry when he dies it will be because I miss him but he'll be in a better place (because THAT made me feel better).
-He is happy because he is content with what he has. He doesn't want more 'stuff'
-He's proud of me and loves me unconditionally. I might not be a parent...but I wouldn't mind a grandkid someday :)
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