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For the

For the love of her

This one is for her. The woman who I love

There's a lot of things that I really want to do for my girlfriend, but I know that I'll forget

So that's what this list is for essentially. A nice simple way for me to remember all of the dumb little things that I plan on doing for my girlfriend.

I think the funnest part is the fact that I'm doing it publicly and she'll never ever know! Awesome, right?

Take her on a tour of London It's my town and she's never seen it, it just makes sense to take her to see it all. Not to mention I haven't seen a lot of it either so it'll be something we'll always share.

Celebrate Valentine's day 2010 I can't ...

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Monitors

grainy images

beeping machines and gowned nurses

Lying flat with intravenous drugs pumping this sterile world whirls and washes about.

Lying flat, they tell me I must lie still and prone I stare up at the interior of my heart.

Too young, too young, I shake my head. 54 ? Really I am just a child. A young soul, my body is showing wear signs. Still the midpoint of my life has passed, these days rush past. Before the drugs Dilaudid and Fentanyl pumped into me I was sniveling and scared.

Mentally floating I watch my mortality on a grainy black & white screen. An audible pumping sound, a whooshing sound I hear as that core muscle works to keep me alive. What have I done for my heart lately?

Uhm, well I have given up chocolate and caffeine. In the old days I never would have done that. Ever. The ...

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Birds.They're singing.It seems they are nearby.

In the foyer my wife is painting with a squishy roller.

My son taps away at his computer reading Wiki articles on God knows what, this time it is about movies.

The older brother is reading some anime tale on his laptop. Lately home life has been kind of off the rail and so the computer usage has crept up. In talking with my children I am convinced that those studies saying the internet is killing our focus are dead on.

Watching this, my guilt grows. Have I given in to a phenomenal wave that will pull my children away from reality and turn them into drones? Consumers not creators, is that what the end point of this technology infused time? Clearly the time to act is now, or five days ago or five years ago.

Once the creative juices spilled ...

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One.

Twothree.

Suretocountfourfive.

Fasterquicklynowsixseveneightalmosttherenineten.

Missedone. NoIcountedonetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten. Missedtwoandahalf.

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Enamored.

Infatuated. Lusting.

Define love for me, please?

I don't know. I wish I knew. Then I could....

I could say that I love someone, I could tell just the right person, just the right words right now.

He would know how I feel. I would ask him out to the movies, and the butterflies would go away and my heart would sink back down to where it belongs and my head would concentrate on the moment, rather than on him, with his blonde hair and his... nose.

I want to run my fingers through the blonde locks and to brush my fingers along his face, to touch my lips to the tip of his nose and stare into his eyes. I want to laugh when he makes a joke and not worry that he might think that I'm into him when really, I am. I want the ...

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Memory.

Cherished. Bittersweet.

It stays with you forever.

Engrained in your mind. Playing out in your mind's eye.

It's faded around the edges like an old photograph. As time goes on it fades, but you keep it close.

You keep it tucked into a corner of your heart, where only you can find it. You pull it out during those quiet moments when it's just you. No one else around. Only then do you let the memory surface. Only then do you welcome the tears that will come.

It's only when you're alone that you won't fight the sting of tears in your eyes. Because to cry in front of anyone would be a sign of weakness. So you only let yourself remember when you have the safety of solitude.

That's where you find the beauty in being alone. Alone doesn't have ...

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Cooking.

Anything really.

That's what brings us together.

The silent being who has become a very close friend.

We stand in the kitchen on Saturday. Trying to decide what will be the dish for the day. Well hopefully.

I really am in the mood for soup, but he is dead set on desert. We pour over a couple of cookbooks that really need to be replaced. We have completed most of the recipes and are fighting for our favorites. Goulash. Chicken Soup. Pecan Pie. Double Chocolate Fudge Brownies.

"How about we just do one of each?"

I was tired of fighting with him. It all sounded so good and we had to start cooking soon. There was a nod of the crazy punk hair that sat on his head. I was told Arman used to be refined. Before his sister died of cancer and before his parents lost custody ...

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Ugly.

Us two.

I don't think he knows.

When we sit in silence in the group home kitchen.

Especially on a night like tonight. He has not actually seen my face yet, but I know he has heard.

It was another bad placement. They took me away like always, and it pissed the guys off. I would always kick and scream and hope that they would just leave me alone, but its always the same. I would eventually come back, either rejected or taken away in an ambulance.

He was reading like always. I didn't have to turn around to know that his pale hands would be angrily clenched around the faded, yellow pages of For Whom the Bell Tolls. He always read Hemingway after an episode. Concentration on him was hard when I tried to get the lemon pepper crust to stick on the steaks. I ached ...

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Carlotta

had gone

missing.
"How long has she been absent?"

The sisters looked at their fingers. They weren't counting; they were admiring their delicate skin.

Vella finally looked at Sabine. "Two days?"

"I don't know. I was distracted by father's ball which he insists on holding in spite of my birthday and I want to go to the seashore..." The sisters were not much help in a crisis. Carlotta could count on them for a few things, but not an overabundance of concern for things outside their sphere. Vella's sphere extended as far as her reach, and Sabine's was smaller than that. They had their generous moments, let it be said. This wasn't one of them. Not yet. After Carlotta had been gone say, a week, they would begin to worry. As it was, the task of worrying fell to their governess, Miss Hengepen ...

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Impatient.

So impatient.

Time forgot its coffee today.

Delayed rhythmic beats murmur. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

But I, I don't miss a single beat. Anxiously my fingers tap in sixteenths to try and enable warp speed.

I long for the future. This idle waiting must come to an end. I try to fill my thoughts with to-do lists and schedules, but my mind always comes back to the future. While trying to ignore the clock, temptation abounds and I find myself looking at her status again.

"Time is of the essence," they've been known to say. Yet, why is time travel such an attractive ability? The future is what gives hope. Its unpredictability, mystery, and sense of wonder gives way to the idea of a better time. I could entertain thoughts of travel and adventure which contrast with my current status; sitting, waiting, mediocrity.

I'm ...

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