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April 14, 2008

No!

C: What?? You're here?? Why didn't you tell me??
G: Do I need to tell you everything? No!
C: Want to meet up for lunch? I'm dying to see you again!
G: Sorry, I really can't. I'm very busy here at work.
C: I have to go to work later on, but I'm off around ten. Do you want me to go to your place?
G: What for?
C: I don't know, I just want to see you. Maybe we can enjoy each other.
G: Enjoy each other?? WTF??
C: Yeah, I have like 15 minutes. You want or not?
G: No thank you!!!! You can just go home.

Damn it!!! I was able to say no to him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was hard tho, it was!

" Carrie: You do this every time! Every time! What? Do you have some sort of radar? Carrie might be happy, it's time to sweep in and shit all over it? Big: What? No, no, look I came here to tell you something. I made a mistake. You and I... Carrie: You and I nothing... You can not do this to me again! You can not jerk me around! Big: Carrie, listen... It is different this time. Carrie: Oh, it's never different! It's six years of never being different! But, this is it! I am done! Don't call me ever again! Forget you know my number! In fact, forget you know my name! And you can drive up this street all you want... because I don't live here anymore! "

http://youtube.com/watch?v=T4dBDSjpwik&feature=related

April 12, 2008

Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.


I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.


I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.


Pablo Neruda
I just love this poem!!!