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| 11.15.04 (8:26 am) [edit] |
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I wish I could make peace with my enemy, Time. Time has flown by when I wanted it to go slowly, and has been ticking by like Chinese water torture when I want it to fly. Where has it gone? the past two and a half years, HS graduation, Virginia, Michigan, hating middle school, chasing girls on the playground, playing in the tree fort my dad made Mike and I? And now, Time has brought me to a place I never thought I'd be...I've gone and fallen in love, I'm close to graduation. Where will you take me next? Marriage...children? How many years in the Army? One day I'll be putting my kids on the bus for the first day of school, and the next I'll be taking them off to college. Please...I won't ask you to go away ever again. Give me the chance to savor the moment. There is so much to be done. Please give me the chance.
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| Meg |
| 11.09.04 (9:47 am) [edit] |
Hello everyone! Thanks for looking at my profile! I just have a few things I want to say.
First of all, I was thinking today about my girlfriend, Meg, as I usually do, and there were a few things that were running through my head. I have never met anyone like Meg, and I can't imagine my life had I not met her. I miss her so much, and going to sleep at night without this beautiful girl next to me really sucks. I haven't slept a whole night in over two weeks without waking up to a bad dream, or dreaming of her and waking up hoping that she's there next to me. Then I get up at 5 AM to go to PT. As I wake up and clear my eyes, I think to myself, "another day without Meg"....bad way to start the day. I walk to PT...it's 40 degrees outside and raining, and I wish she were walking with me, her warm hand interlocked with mine. Then PT...doing 100 side straddle hops at a feverish pace...I drift off into space, and all I can think of is her face (ooh...I'm oh so lyrical). And then I knock 'em out...as if doing more push ups will close the 700 miles between us. I go home, take a shower, and go back to bed (I usually don't have to set an alarm, because I can't sleep more than an hour before I dream about her and it wakes me up). Then it's down to the center desk, where I listen to Mike complain about something, and I think about how much I really don't want to be there. I eat some lunch, daydream a bit, then go to class. My Tuesday/Thursday classes are terrible...environmental policy and Tolstoy and Dostoevsky, and I'm usually so distracted that all I can do is to write a letter to her. Anyway, all I can think about is Meg.
Second, Reality slaps me in the face and says, "HEY DUMBASS!!! YOU MET THIS GIRL JUST THREE MONTHS AGO!" But I don't care too much about that...the only ones who do are Reality's buddies, Time and Space. I have never felt so right in my entire life as I have in what little time I've spent with Meg. In fact, there have been few times in my life when I've really felt right at all, and being with Meg feels completely natural. One situation stands out in my mind...when Meg and I were still in Washington DC, she stayed an extra day with me so she wouldn't have to go home with her parents. At this point in time, our relationship was still relatively platonic, but I remember taking the elevator down around 6 AM that Sunday morning (I had an early flight...I believe in maximizing the day) so that I could go to the airport, and she to the Metro. The time in the elevator was extremely awkward...we hugged, and I said something incomprehensable, and we left. And another thing...airports are a sad place now...at least when I'm not picking someone up or leaving for a place with the initials NY. Anyway...back to my story...I couldn't think of anything other than Meg stories, which surely got annoying after a while. Heck...I was gone for a whole week, and I just had some random girl to talk about. "Did you get any?" "Well...no, but..." I couldn't stop thinking about her, and I haven't right up to today. It feels like I've known her for at least 3 years rather than months. It's strange because when I think about stuff more than three months ago, I think, "that's before I knew Meg," and it's really weird to think that there was a time I didn't know Meg.
I do know one thing, if there's nothing else I can be certain of. I am in love with Meg more than I ever thought it to be possible to love someone. I have even had a point in my life where I truly believed that love was not possible. Of course, I was wrong. There are just so many things I didn't think were possible that Meg has proven wrong. Only ten more days till she comes, and I can't wait.
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