January 26th, 2005

The memory of your first love never fades away.

I know, that what we had wasn't realistic. It seems that's the way all love is. You want what you can't have, You don't know what you've got till its gone. It's the same old cliche that lovers live out from ages old. Their lives become a movie, the reels repeated year after year with their children, and their children's children. Never does it become monotonous, because its love, and love never grows old.

 Realistic or not, it seems irrelevant, a mute point; it is more than some will ever find. Untamed, unbridled, unrealistic love. I can't help when it happened or with whom. No, I couldn't. Just as I can not stop the sun from rising, or the tide from falling. So, as unrealistic as it may be, it is there nonetheless.
 
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"She said she doesn't want you here when she gets back because you've been ruining everybody's lives and eating all our steak."
--Napoleon Dynamite

(Yes, so it's not a serious quote, but I LOVE Napoleon Dynamite! :D)