Stuff

Oh you poor confused girl. I told you you didn't need me. I knew you didn't need me, but it was the thought that you did need me that has made you react like this. A good friend of mine told me that you don't hate me. He also told me that there are a trillion better girls out there. I don't care about that though. Your words were hurtful and I don't believe that I deserve them. If I did deserve them or not, the simple fact that you said them to me, makes you the immature one, not me.

Agape. Agape. . .
I love you, I thought that you would understand. Obviously not. I'm sorry that this happened. I did not intend do cause such a stir of emotion.

Jesus

In Mind

Am I sleeping with my eyes wide?
Am I sleeping all alone?
Will I wake to find you waiting by my side?
Does what happened yesterday even matter?
Is there no peace to find for me, although I've tried?

No more rumblings in the sky, nor the people who all ask why
I'm sick of answering your questions you and everybody else who knows not of me.

but still, you insist and you carry on and on and on, yet I've found the way out
to die to everyone but me, and I've lost myself in here
but after all that's the goal I had in mind. The goal I had in mind.

ya know?

So on my wedding night, when me and my wife dance for the first time while married, I was wondering what we were going to do during said however many minutes that we are dancing. Will we talk? Will I spark a conversation? Or... Will we say nothing? If the mood is set to where a conversation would be appropriate, I was thinking earlier, what on earth to talk about.

     I was thinking something along the lines of. . . "Hey, we're umm. . . married, hu?" Or. . . "Wow [look around] I can't believe this is all for you!" And then she would say "Me?" pretending to be all innocent and act like she didn't want exactly what was going on. . . I don't know. I don't remember why these thoughts decided to come to my mind I believe I was watching a movie, although now, I can't remember which movie it was. I like movies, that I do. Anyway, I was. . . thinking like I do way too much and it occurred to me that it really doesn't matter at the moment and actually. . . when the time comes, we probably won't say anything. I don't think I'd want to. I mean. . . I just like being able to do things like that and. . just do them and not necessarily talk, ya know? yeah. . .I know. . .