preach to the chior bob, preach to the chior

"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there." -Bob Marley



bare it all... knowing that maybe there is a fraction of a chance that you may read this.  If you do by chance happen across this... bob marley says it all he really does.  This quote goes both ways.

Can't you see me? ...I'm still here...

Josie And The Pussycats - You Don't See Me

This is the place where I sit,
this is the part where I love you too much.
Is this as hard as it gets?
'Cause I'm getting tired of pretending I'm tough.
I'm here if you want me, I'm yours, you can hold me.
I'm empty and aching and tumbling and breaking.

'Cause you don't see me,
and you don't need me.
And you don't love me,
The way I wish you would,
The way I know you could.

I dream of worlds where you'd understand,
And I dream a million sleepless nights.
I dream of fire when you're touching my hand,
But it twists into smoke when I turn on the lights.
I'm speechless and faded, it's too complicated.
Is this how the book ends, nothing but good friends?

'Cause you don't see me,
and you don't need me.
And you don't love me,
The way I wish you would.

(The way I wish you would)

This is the place in my heart,
this is the place where I'm falling apart.
Isn't this just where we met?
And is this the last chance that I'll ever get?
I wish I was lonely, instead of just only,
Crystal and see-through, and not enough to you.

'Cause you don't see me,
and you don't need me.
And you don't love me,
The way I wish you would,

'Cause you don't see me,
and you don't need me.
And you don't love me,
The way I wish you would,
the way I know you could.
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Story of my life