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Post by Jojobelle on Feb 23, 2007 11:51:02 GMT -5
What do you think of her? Describe why you love her so much. You just need to get a hang at this thing then you'll be alright.
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Post by Murduck on Feb 23, 2007 11:55:36 GMT -5
Well it's not exactly something that could be put down on pen and paper y'know..it's a bit more complex than that..just a very strange sensation that you could never get..through sex, drugs or any amount of alcohol available on the face of the Earth.. Can't be expressed through writing..there's just too much to begin with.
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Post by Jojobelle on Feb 23, 2007 12:05:26 GMT -5
Well.... just try to start. What do you love about her?
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Post by Murduck on Feb 23, 2007 12:13:24 GMT -5
..Oh for the love of Satan..this is worse than therapy..Alright alright *leans back against the bed thinking to myself*
Well besides the fact that she looks good under that strait jacket muahaha...urhm..urhh..well she's a sweet girl y'know..I can be honest with her and there's just something rather special about her... Like errr..eeeoowwwoo and it's the small things that she does that just drives me absolutely wild for her.. And...and...*pauses*.. She makes me feel like I'm needed y'know. And she sees me for who I am, not my status quo.
Look alright I'm bad at explaining things like this in detail..
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Post by Jojobelle on Feb 23, 2007 12:20:28 GMT -5
This is hard. And I thought you tell things as it is. How about the good times you had with her? And I don't mean sex.
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Post by Murduck on Feb 23, 2007 12:23:52 GMT -5
...Damn. Urhmm.. well hmm.. there are actually quite a few fun moments really... Like those small chats we have sometimes.. She always surprises me with her odd views on the world around her..it's interesting..*twiddles with my upside down cross attached to a piece of string strapped onto my neck*
Small things.
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Post by Jojobelle on Feb 23, 2007 12:31:42 GMT -5
Then write about how you enjoy your time with her. What you love about her like her smile, her love for you, the way she talks about the world around her.
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Post by Murduck on Feb 23, 2007 12:37:21 GMT -5
Christ there's too much to write about then. It would take paragraphs ..
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Post by Jojobelle on Feb 23, 2007 12:48:05 GMT -5
Well at least you have something to write about. Thats a start. Now start writing.
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Post by Murduck on Feb 23, 2007 12:53:35 GMT -5
Yes Miss. *rolls eyes and lifts self up from the bed, grabbing the note book and flipping it to the page where I left off*
Uhrm..*scribbles down*
"Lissa, there are so many things that are right, but so much more that is wrong about me..You are the very thing that helps me over come it..You are the parts of me that I've been missing pretty much my whole life, and I can't wait to spend the rest of it with you.. When I look in your eyes I see the future..and the funny thing is..I don't fear it.."
...Bah that was shit *scratches my head, wrinkling my nose*
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Post by Jojobelle on Feb 23, 2007 12:55:18 GMT -5
That was fine. Now keep on going. Talk about her now. You can talk about sex too if you want but that's up to you.
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Post by Murduck on Feb 23, 2007 13:02:44 GMT -5
*lays back thinking**scribbles down in my note book*
" You've opened up my eyes to a whole new world...opened me to the idea of embracing love instead of hiding away from it through the indulgence of sex and booze..Even though the combination of all three doesn't see too bad..... You've given me the idea of sharing whatever I have of myself and I respect you for doing so.. You've changed me in a way that I could never be the same again. And I'm proud to admit that. And I'm willing to spend the rest of my years being taught by you..."
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Post by Marie on Feb 23, 2007 13:11:04 GMT -5
*just then the sound of someone running into the side of the bago as heard along with a thub sound like some one falling to the ground*
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Post by Murduck on Feb 23, 2007 13:12:41 GMT -5
..What in the fuck...*pushes my window open pops my head out to see where the noise came from*
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Post by Marie on Feb 23, 2007 13:15:45 GMT -5
*laying down ont eh ground as rubs her head as she tears up a bit*
this is not my day -_-
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