Wendy Lane
I have collected many journals and torn up pieces of paper and since I've found the internet they are lost in space. Here I will write anything. If you think I am writing about you.....maybe I am. If you think you know me....you have a fifty percent chance that you are right. Know this...if you don't like what you are reading then stop. If you like what you are reading then by all means continue. Thank you for visiting.
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Gun Beach (by jprose1)
Been on Guam for a week. It’s so beautiful. Met some people.
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Love Letters
I decided to create another tumbly completely dedicated to love letters.
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Happy
Happy! Happy! HAPPY! happy! So many different ways of “how” to say it. Just listening to someone else say it differently. I can officially say that I am HAPPY! I am soooo happy. Words can’t explain it. Just be Happy. Send love to someone you don’t know. Say hi to a stranger. You know any person. The first that you see. Wave. Say hello. Ask how they are doing. Just that one moment of recognition will make their day. You never know if you don’t try.
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Dear Mom,
I am sorry for leaving so quickly.
I am sorry for not saying goodbye.
I am sorry for not calling to tell you that I am okay.
I am okay. I am safe. For the first time in a long time, I am finally happy.
I want to tell you that tonight I was standing in front of a pay phone. What did I do? I froze. I stood there for what felt like days. I did want to hear your voice. I did not want to hear how disappointed you are with me. I will call you. I promise.
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I welcome this pain
beating down on me
Is it your eyes
that choose not to see?
All I would do
if only you knew
All of my trust
was given to you
Oh, please, this is what I can give
What else do you need from me?
I might be sick, broken, torn to pieces
So, whatever this is, this thing that now I’ve become,
you hate it so much, you keep on running from it
No matter the distance, no matter how,
no matter how far
I buried this hurt,
concealed in this heart
Go lock all your doors,
these cold steps will warm
Oh, please, this is what I can give
What else do you need from me?
I might be sick, broken, torn to pieces
So, whatever this is, this thing that now I’ve become,
you hate it so much, you keep on running from it
No matter the distance, no matter how,
no matter how far -
Letting Go
I spilled my undying affection for him.
He ran away when I told him the truth. It hurt that he would walk away but he did.
He knocked my hotel room door, rushed in and then kissed me.
“Why didn’t you tell me how you felt?”- he asked.
I told him I was afraid and I know now that I was too late.
I didn’t like seeing the state he was in: Confused.
We talked for hours.
I told him that all I wanted was that he is happy.
I had to let him go.
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marriage
I thought I moved on..
but I haven’t.
I saw both of them today.
They were smiling and greeting everyone.
He looked the same as I saw him before.
Brown hair, green eyes.
Now is my time to tell him how I truly feel about him.
We keep getting interrupted.
Tonight I will finally tell him how I feel.
It’s either now or never.
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(via icanread)
I ask myself this question all the time. I always wait. I am not aggressive enough. There was a boy I liked. There were so many times that we would be in the same building. It was like God was giving me a sign. “Okay here is you opportunity, go and talk to him.” When I finally have the courage to walk up and talk to him. I freeze. I stand there behind him ready to tap him on the shoulder and say “you look really familiar…”Now the boy I like is getting married to my bestfriend. I am happy for them and they have influenced me to be confident. But I still do care a lot about him. I finally had the courage to talk to this guy that I found to be attractive and it didn’t go well. I had a feeling that it wouldn’t. But that’s the first step. Now that I am traveling I am meeting so many new people. So many have walked up to me and have started a conversation. I have walked up to people and talk to them. It’s amazing how you meet a stranger and in two hours they are opening up to you. How can you trust me? Is it because you will never see me again? I did the same. Afterwards, I received an email and number.
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Someone posted this back during the v3 days & I’ve had it saved since then....
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