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CAPRICORN - The Passionate Lover Love to bust. Nice.. Sassy. Intelligent. Sexy. Grouchy at times and annoying to some. Lazy and love to take it easy. But when they find a job or something they like to do they put their all into it. Proud, understanding and sweet. Irresistible. Loves being in long relationships. Great talker. Always gets what he or she wants. Cool.. Loves to win against other signs especially Gemini’s in sports. Likes to cook but would rather go out to eat at good restaurants. Extremely fun. Loves to joke. Smart. 24 years of bad luck if you do not forward. "Did you ever fall in love with someone, and knew they didn't care? Did you ever feel like crying, but knew it wouldn't get you anywhere? Did you ever look into their eyes and say a little prayer? Did you ever look into their heart and find that you weren't there? You'll cry out in misery and almost go insane 'cause there's nothing in this world that causes so much pain. .. If I could choose between love and death I think I'd rather die, love is great, but it hurts so much, the rate we pay is so high. So when I say "Don’t fall in love, you'll be hurt before its through" believe me, I should know, I fell in love with you" "If I could be anything I would be a tear, so I could be born in your eye, live on your cheek and die on your lips" "A thousand words couldn't bring you back, I know because I tried. Neither could a thousand tears, I know because I cried. You left behind a broken heart, and happy memories too, but I never wanted memories, I only wanted you." Im not supposed to love you, Im not supposed to care, Im not supposed to live my life wishing you were there. Im not supposed to wonder where you are or what you do... but im sorry, I cant help it, I fell in love with you. Last night I sent my angel to protect you while you slept, but he came back and you know why? Because an angel can't protect another angel. && you know that when he stares at you for longer than a second hes thinking about you & i keep on going back to the one thing i need to get away from. You must be a hell of a thief because you stole my heart from across the room. You look beautiful today, just like every other day. Damn, if being sexy was a crime, you'd be guilty as charged! if you want me to fall for you, you gotta give me something worth tripping over. I ask myself, “Why?”, and in that same breath, as I watch you, I get that answer. It’s everything about you. It’s that teasing smile, that warm scent. It’s the curve of your arms, the tousle of your hair, the ring of your voice. It’s just EVERYTHING about you. But more than that, it’s everything about me. It’s everything about the way you make me feel. The way you make me laugh, cry, smile, and hurt. And that’s everything that I could not and would not let go of. I have never been strong enough to stay. People say that walking away is the hardest thing to do, but it isn’t. Staying, even when you know it will break your heart, is the hardest thing. Staying right where you are, waiting for your entire world to be ripped into pieces is much harder than walking away and starting a new one. I wish you could look at me and see the person you once loved instead of the person you have grown to hate. The greatest distance on earth is not north and south, it is when I am right in front of you and you do not know that I love you Time will make you forget me but time will make me love you more than before. I hate to see the one I love happy with somebody but I surely hate it more to see the one I love unhappy with me... I will always love him, I just won't love the way he treated me. I cried when I knew I lost you, afraid I had lost it all. Then I realized that losing you, didn't have to mean I lost me. One day you will seek love and be sorry that you threw mine away. My heart only fought for what it wanted. Now my heart is having to fight to let him go. Now that I have loved so purely and deeply, I have realized how lonely I really am. Some people think that it's holding on that makes one strong; sometimes it's letting go. An expert gossiper knows how much to leave out of a conversation. There are two good rules which ought to be written on every heart; never to believe anything bad about anybody unless you positively know it to be true; and never to tell that unless you feel that it is absolutely necessary, and that God is listening while you tell it. Of course we women gossip on occasion. But our appetite for it is not as avid as a man s. It is in the boys gyms, the college fraternity houses, the club locker rooms, the paneled offices of business that gossip reaches its luxuriant flower. Hatred is the coward's revenge for being intimidated. Girls are so queer you never know what they mean. They say No when they mean Yes, and drive a man out of his wits for the fun of it. Between the age limits of nine and fourteen there occur maidens who, to certain bewitched travelers, twice or many times older than they, reveal their true nature which is not human, but nymphic (that is, demoniac); and these chosen creatures I propose to designate as ''nymphets.'' Too many people spend money they haven’t earned, to buy things they don’t want, to impress people they don’t like. You don’t just automatically love someone. you have to slowly learn to trust, then you start believing them. You want to be with them more to the point where you’re jealous of anyone who tries to be with that person. Then it gets you mad but you get past it, you can’t be jealous anymore. You can’t because you have this undying confidence that this person will never leave you, they will never betray you, and that they would never pick someone else over you, that you’re irreplaceable. That’s when the confidence hits you, that you really do love each other and it’s unbreakable. When we were all younger the only thing we wanted was to grow older as fast as we can so that people took us seriously and respected us. Then when we’re older the only thing we want is to be young once again - when life was so much simpler and the only thing that made us tear up was a bruised knee… You wont be his first, his last or his only. He’s loved before, he will love again but if he loves you now what else matters? He’s not perfect and neither are you; The two of you will never be perfect but if he makes you laugh at least once and causes you to think twice, and admits to being human and making mistakes: Hold on to him, and give him all you’ve got. He is not going to quote poetry, he is not going to be thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you can break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him and don’t expect too much from him. Smile when he makes you happy, cry when he makes you sad and miss him when he’s not here. He may not be the cutest guy around, but to me, he is. And there’s just something about him that makes my heart drop to my feet whenever my eyes meet his. I may not have the height. I may not have the boobs you desire. I may not have the ass you wanna tap all night. I may not have the curves you wanna feel up on constantly. I may not have the prettiest face that you just wanna see everyday. But trust me I have a heart. The personality. The enthusiam. And the balls to give you what she never would in her life time. Get that shit in writing! Sometimes it’s tough being a girl. If you hate a pretty girl, people will think you’re jealous. If you like an older guy, people will call you a slut. Whenever you get into an argument with your best friend, no one will care and say, “oh, you’ll be friends tomorrow.” And when you fall for the right person, everyone else thinks he’s wrong for you. If you’re skinny, people will call you anorexic. If you’re intelligent, people will call you a smartass. If you are pretty, people will call you fake. No matter what, people will always find something wrong with you. The trick? Just don’t give a fuck. PSYCHOLOGICAL FACT; When a person cries and the first teardrop comes from the right eye, its HAPPINESS. But, when the first roll is from the left, it's pain. Every girl thinks she can change a player, but the truth is, it’s not the player that needs to change, it’s the girl. because every player is on a mission to find that one girl that makes him lose his desire to play. I want to be that girl he’s scared to lose. The one that he can’t walk away fom knowing she’s mad at him. The one who he can’t fall asleep without her voice being he last one he hears. The one he wouldn’t know what to do without. I never would have imagined that I would have such strong feelings for you. I never would have thought that I would have dreams about you, or miss being by your side, or get butterflies in my stomach when someone mentions your name. When I first met you, I never would’ve thought I would love you. Haha, I’m so stupid. I fell for you, knowing for a fact you wouldn’t catch me. Damn, that fall sure did hurt. It’s hard to watch people change right in front of you. But the worst part is remembering who they used to be. Only because you heard “of” me, don’t think for a second that you know me, and how I am. A rumor is like a disease, it will spread, and sometimes you can’t really kill it. Now before you go and open your mouth, remember that a rumor can be made up just as easily as you made up the rumor about me. And don’t forget that karma back fires twice as harder as the hurt that came to me. Let me just give you a little warning: Don’t fuck with me. You hate a girl, because they’re your boyfriend’s ex, grow the fuck up. You hate a girl, because you’ve heard they been with every guy, grow the fuck up. You hate a girl, because they give you “a stink eye”, grow the fuck up. You hate a girl, because your boyfriend looks at her, grow the fuck up. You hate a girl, because she talks shit, grow the fuck up. You hate a girl, because all your friends hate her, grow the fuck up. You hate a girl, because you ain’t her, GROW THE FUCK UP! WHOA. A first-grade teacher was having trouble with one of her students the teacher asked,”Boy. what is your problem?” Boy. answered, “I’m too smart for the first grade.My sister is in the third-grade and I’m smarter than she is! I think I should be in the third-grade too!” The Teacher had enough. She took Boy. to the principal’s office. While the boy waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told the teacher he would give the boy a test and if he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the first-grade and behave.She agreed. Boy. was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he agreed to take the test. Principal: “What is 3 x 3?” Boy.: “9”. Principal: “What is 6 x 6?” Boy.: “36”. And so it went with every question the principal thought a third-grade should know. The principal looks at the teacher and tells her, “I think Boy can go to the third-grade.” the teacher says to the principal, “I have some of my own questions. Can I ask him ?” The principal and Boy. both agree. the teacher asks, “What does a cow have four of that I have only two of? Boy., after a moment “Legs.” Teacher : “What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?” Boy.: “Pockets.” Teacher : What starts with a C and ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin whitish liquid? Boy.: Coconut Teacher: What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft And sticky? The principal’s eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer, Boy. was taking charge. Boy.: Bubblegum Teacher: What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down and a dog does on three legs? The principal’s eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer… Boy.: Shake hands Teacher: Now I will ask some “Who am I” sort of questions, okay? Boy.: Yep. Teacher: You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up. I get wet before you do. Boy.: Tent Teacher: A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you’re bored. The best man always has me first.The Principal was looking restless, a bit tense. Boy.: Wedding Ring Teacher: I come in many sizes. When I’m not well, I drip. When you blow me, you feel good. Boy.: Nose Teacher: I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver. Boy.: Arrow Teacher: What word starts with a ‘F’ and ends in ‘K’ that means lot of heat and excitement? Boy.: Firetruck Teacher: What word starts with a ‘F’ and ends in ‘K’ & if you dont get it u have to use ur hand. Boy.: Fork Teacher: What is it that all men have one of it’s longer on some men than on others, the pope doesn’t use his and a man gives it to his wife after they’re married? Boy.: SURNAME Teacher: What part of the man has no bone but has muscles, has lots of veins, like pumping, & is responsible for making love ? Boy.: HEART. The principal breathed a sigh of relief and said to the teacher, “Send this Boy to College, I got the last ten questions wrong myself!” I was so happy when you smiled, Your smile breaks through the clouds of grey Far from the sunny days that lie in my sleep Waiting with patience for the spring Where the flowers will bloom renewed again Knowing there’s more beyond the pain of today Although the scars of yesterday remain You can go on living as much as your heart believes You Can’t be born again altough you can change Let’s stay together always - Fruits Basket. I want to be the girl who he thinks is the cutest. Not necessarily the “hottest” or the “prettiest”, but the cutest. Because hotness refers to the body, and God knows mine isn’t perfect. Pretty refers to the face and I know plenty of girls prettier than me. But cuteness is referring to every imperfection that he loves. Every weird little habit. The funny little things that make me different from every other girl he could have. Like how I have a dorky laugh, I can’t watch scary movies, or the way i repeatedly say ‘pineapple’ when i need to sneeze . All of the little things that he notices and adores. I want to be that girl. - When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning.. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Dew about my wife’s divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.. My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead.. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage! If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you. If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up. - Does it hurt you to know that we haven’t spoken to each other in days? Does it hurt you to know we can’t look at each other without looking away? Does it hurt you to know that everything we once had, is gone? Does it hurt you? Because it hurts me… a lot. i keep thinking of how much i love talking to you how good you look when you smile. how much i love your laugh. i daydream about you on & off, replaying pieces of our conversations. laughing at funny things you say or do. i’ve memorized your face & the way you look at me. i catch myself smiling at what i imagine. i wonder what will happen next time we’re together. & even though neither of us know what the future holds, i know one thing for sure ; you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. What is a perfect girlfriend? They say there’s no such thing as perfection, and that she doesn’t exist. She dresses up all cute and pretty every time you take her out on a date. This is her way of keeping you interested as your eyes are locked solely on her. You stare at other girls instead, and she gets hurt and upset that all her time and effort were put to waste. You call her insecure. She holds on to you like she’s never letting you go. This is her way of telling other girls that she’s lucky that she has you, and no, you’re not available. You call her clingy. She calls you the sweetest nicknames, or ones that only you two will understand. This is her way of saying how special you are, and that there’s nobody else in this world like you. You call other girls “babe” just as how you would call her, and she gets disappointed. You call her shallow and jealous. She checks up on you, making sure you made it home safely or that you’re not out getting yourself into any kind of trouble. This is her way of showing how often she thinks about you and that she worries constantly because that’s how much she cares. You say she’s nagging. She cries when you do or say something wrong. This is her way of saying “That hurt only because YOU said it and I love YOU.” You call her overly sensitive and emotional. She loves you more than you love her. This is her way of dealing with the fact that your relationship wasn’t like how it used to be, but she is willing to make room for more love and some changes. You push her away. You call her dramatic and annoying. So go ahead. Leave the insecure, clingy, jealous, nagging, overly sensitive, annoying girl. She will soon be much happier in the arms of someone who actually deserves her: the perfect boyfriend. So there’s this boy; and the way he laughs, slaps a smile to my face. The way he talks, sends butterflies to my tummy. And maybe, just maybe, everything about him makes me happy. I know I’m not the nicest person in the world. You don’t have to tell me. But at least I’m not hiding who I really am, like you. Oh, here’s a condom for you. I figured since you’re acting like a dick, you should start dressing like one too. I don’t expect you to text me 24/7. I don’t expect you to call me everyday. I don’t expect you to put me in front of your boys. I don’t expect you to ditch all your girl best friends for me. I don’t expect you to surprise me with roses. I don’t expect you to buy me the world on my birthday. I don’t expect you to always agree with what I say. I don’t expect you to pay for everything. I don’t expect you to go out of your way and buy all the things that I mention I wanted. I don’t expect you to put me over your family. I don’t expect you to brag about me to all your friends. I don’t expect you to keep all your promises. I don’t expect you to believe I’m the best girlfriend in the whole world. I don’t expect you to stop checking out other girls. I don’t expect you to never mention a hot girl in front of me. I don’t expect you to already know what I want. I don’t expect you to never be mad at me. I just expect you to be trustworthy, to trust me, to never take me for granted like I won’t take you for granted, to always be real with me, to keep equality between us, and to love me. That’s all. I’m not going to spend my life chasing people. You wanna leave? Fine then, go ahead. ‘Cause I’m done with chasing and caring for people who never had interest in me. Nothing lasts and people change. I’ve learned love is hard and life is strange. You're the PENIS to MY VAGINA. We're teenagers. We're still learning. Shit happens. We cheat, we lie, we criticise, we fight over stupid things. We fall in love and end up getting hurt. We bitch, bitch, BITCH. We bitch about bitches being bitches. We smoke, get high, and get laid. We party till dawn, we drink till we pass out. We hate people for no reason, we call each other names. We stay up late having deep conversations, or stay up late just to THINK. We go out and have a kick ass time with your friends and THOSE WILL BE THE MEMORIES. One day that's going to all pass. You can waste your time focusing on all the bad things, but one day you're gonna wish you were still a teenager. So make the most of what you have now, forget all the bullshit and drama and LIVE YOUR FUCKING LIFE WITH A SEXY SMILE ON YOUR FACE. someday, you'll realize that im not really the one for you. i was js a game that you always lost and for once js wanted to defeat. shit. we both knw you dont love me, its an obsession. sweetie, let me go. its better for the both of us. |
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