| She asked me to get out my small pocketknife. I did and I handed it to her. She took the knife and opened the blade. I looked at her inquisitively and watched her as she carved her name in the bench we were sitting on. She handed me the knife without closing it and I knew that that was bad luck. I didn�t say anything though. I carved my name below hers and she took the knife from me again and carved a heart around our two names. She looked at me and smiled, and I closed the knife. I looked away from her and to the sky. The ominous black clouds rushed on the horizon as if to wash off the words that we had just carved. I got up and she followed me. I took her hand, and we walked down the trail away from our secluded spot where we had declared our forever love on a piece of wood that would be destroyed by time, just as our love would be. �It looks like it�s going to rain.� She said softly. �It is.� Was my solemn reply. 1/16/01 23:09:11 PM |
| I don�t understand women, even though they say they are an open book. A pretty girl that I work with walked up to me today and asked me what I was doing tonight� I was shocked and flattered thinking that maybe she wanted me to come to a party or go somewhere and hang out. I told her I was doing nothing, and then she told me about the date that she was going on with her boyfriend� Why would she ask me what I was doing if she had no intention of doing anything with me? 01-19-2001 19:45 |
| Only through knowledge can one gain enlightenment into the innermost workings of their soul. Only through knowledge of the soul can we gain our own souls from the pit falls of everyday life. From the lust that drags men to their knees, from the greed that pulls men from their moralities, and from the faith that they have that leads them onward into the darkness that they cannot control� 01-28-2001 10:32 |
| Maybe its because� I tell them what they want to hear, because I know what I am saying is truth, but they are afraid of the truth and the implications that someone might genuinely care about them. Someone might love them enough to mean it, and not just want them for their breast. Someone might care enough to tell them exactly what they feel, and might take the time to be emotionally raw, and show them what they have inside of value or tell them of their inner beauty. On why women fall out of love with me so quickly. 1/31/01 03:35:19 AM |