Post from the past: Life is Short…Don’t Waste Your Time.

I stood outside of the Forever 21 in Union Square, waiting for the girl to arrive, since it was the only place she knew in San Francisco. Tourist trap, I thought. Why was I even there? Why would I even want to meet up with a girl who suggested meeting up at a place like Forever 21? We were supposed to meet up as friends, and I was supposed to show her around San Francisco. Everything within me revolted against taking this girl around the city. I didn’t want to meet her. The thought of spending a mere afternoon with her made me want to shoot myself in the foot. She had expressed an interest me and had been calling me for months, so I finally resigned myself to my tour-guide fate. The sun beat down on my face as I squinted to see if she was surfacing from the Powell BART station. I didn’t want her to surface.

My heart started beating wildly. I can escape, I thought. I could make a run for it right now, and I would never have to see her again. My heart started pounding in my chest. I performed a frenzied scan of the BART station in front of me, and then BAM! I booked it. I booked it as fast as I could towards the most nondescript part of San Francisco, the Financial District. I figured the Financial District would be the last place she would want to be, so I raced towards the oasis of un-cool. I rushed towards the Montgomery station as though a very large fireball of doom was racing towards me, and scurried down the stairs like my legs were on fire.

I had one girl on my mind, and it definitely wasn’t her.

 

I want you between me and the feeling I get when I miss you

Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.
Alphonse de Lamartine

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Carol Sobieski and Thomas Meehan, Annie

If I could grab a star in the sky every time I thought of you, the whole night sky would be in my palm.

Love is missing someone whenever you’re apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you’re close in heart. Kay Knudsen

Missing someone gets easier every day because even though it’s one day further from the last time you saw each other, it’s one day closer to the next time you will.

I want you between me and the feeling I get when I miss you,
but everything here’s telling me I should be fine,
so why is it so, it bothers below that I’m missing you every time?

I got used to you whispering things to me into the evening,
We followed the sun, and it’s colors, and left this world,
it seems to me, that I’m definitely, hearing the best that I’ve heard,.

So throw me a rope, to hold me in place,
show me a clock, for counting my days, down,
Cause everything’s easier when you’re beside me,
Come back and find me,
Cause I feel alone.

Whenever you go it’s like holding my breath under water

I can’t wait until you come back home from the trip. I miss you so much.

 

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