I know! Here we go again but I can't stop loving her. She is not a Cathy. Come on, look at her, she is beautiful and warm and she loves me. Cathy never cared that much; Cathy never turned around. My Joy, my love cares enough to be my friend. We started talking again and to me that is important.
When you are a young man you don't want to hear "We can be friends". At my age that is a beautiful thing because life is hard enough on your own with no one to talk to. You see, she giggles in a way that makes me warm. On my darkest days she shines. When I lose hope she hands it back and I do the same for her.
I hope there is nothing wrong with being friends. She is a good person and she sees my side. I guess we will always have a way about us but that will never stop us from loving each other for being who we are.
You're the best babe! Don't give up hope, tomorrows a better place.
I remember where I came from. She returned me back home and now I can finish what I started. Sorry to say this but I finally got the final "FUCK YOU" from my girl; left for another man. I found another Cathy. She was a fucking coward; couldn't even say it to my face, sent me an e-mail. Being me I can't understand how a person could do that to another.
I don't want to play anymore! I can't take anymore! I don't want it anymore. than this stream and this blog you will never here about this again. I feel so sorry for real life. Like the song says "Let the bodies hit the floor!". I'm numb. All those hugs I got are now gone. All those things I held back are on the top of my list. You really pissed me off this time.
I am sorry for any man that gets involved with you. However from what you told me, you two deserve each other.
The sad part is I had a great week...Thanks for pissing me off!
It is true that wolves and eagles mate for life. I am of the wolf spirit and I and blessed with loneliness. I lost my mate and now I am the one who is watched instead of being the Watcher. I am also the Watcher and again being watched (don't think to hard). The pups look to me and to learn about love, lose and how to live with it. I set the lessons and at times the hard realities.
I am having a hard time letting my love be one apart from you; my heart longs for your touch. I often feel you snuggle me and your nose touches mine as we inhale the day's hunt and the pups. No longer alone as we were once and now I am one for the both of us.
Regrets?...
I long to feel you near and to share our whelps growing up. You missed them becoming adults. I know you feel it from the Heavens but there is nothing like a child touching you and saying "I love you". I miss feeling the warmth as our cheeks gently gilded together without touching. As we softly kissed each other on the neck and held so close as if tomorrow would never come. Today will never be the same without you in my life and yesterday was half the promise of tomorrow's hopes.
FACING TOMORROW'S STANGERS
Tomorrow's strangers are yesterday's friends. All those people that told me to walk away were trying to warn me but I was lost then. I think I learned to walk away but my heart has one more lesson to learn, the final one.
Today my den is empty and I no longer have you. Tonight I call to the moon to hear your howl whisper to my soul.
“You need to return Thomas before it’s too late!” John yelled at me. “Go before….
White Sands; they could have called it a lot of things but there was no sand, only city. Anything you ever wanted to buy was there but nothing for us. We are simple people with simple needs. They would only trade a little ore and a few herbs and vegetables; none of which we had our region. During the hours of bartering we learned to take their deal of ore, weapons and food and than travel home.
Traveling less burdened we forced our way straight West towards home. The men only took rest on the wagons for an hour before running onward again. A meal was taken on the run as we all thought of our families. All the while we were looking North and South as we passed the miles past the Spires never seeing a sign of life. Our feelings of appending doom grew ever closer as we approached Scottsdale; ever closer to the mouth of God and the gates of what is to become. We dropped wagons and rode on through the entwined confusion that was once clear in all of our minds.
Through the field I rode onward home when my horse fell at the place Jacob always greeted me. My horse hurled me to a forceful halt as I fell a few yards past his body. I looked back past my horse only to see Jacob limp. My heart opened as the tears began to pour down my face like the thousand tears from heaven. I scurried to him and held him to my heart and cried out to the heavens.
“I promised I would be here papa; I told you I would be here when you came home. I’m sorry papa, I’m sorry.” Those were the last words Jacob whispered to me before he fell lifeless into my arms. It was then I saw the smoke from the village softly floating on the breeze like a gentle taunt to one’s heart. The men were mounted and waited for my command.
“RIDE ON MEN! SAVE THE FAMILIES!!” I commanded as I mounted my stead and rode the wind to Jenny and home.
I too need a few days off. No more will I linger at the window in hopes of you being there. My love holds true but my hope fades. I sit by the fire and remember how warm we were as the snow fell and glistened last New Year. You truly are my love! Where are you?
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