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Name: Trisha Renée Moon
Imprinter: My love Scott Dewayne Black II. my scotty
I wish I could Just fly away sometimes! Take only loved ones with me!
I have such Potentional to be anything and anyone I wanna be and I feel good that I know that now. My life with Scotty Is such a blessing in never ending Bliss! I want to be a writer or a photographer. To me in my eyes, if all your doing is working for a paycheck, then you may want to cash in beacause Lifes too short to never have lived. I have an amazing man that I'm so happy to get to spend my life with! Even if the moon fell down tonight, there'd be nothing to worry about at all because he is always there to make my world shine!!
I never really knew you. You were just another friend. But when I got to know you, I let my heart unbend. I couldn't help past momories that only made me cry. I had to forget that BIG mistake and give Love another try. So I've fallen in love with you,and I'll never let you go. I love you more than anyone. I just had to let you know. And if you ever wonder why, I don't know what I'll say. But I'll never stop loving you, each and every day. My feelings for you will never change. Just know my feelings are true. And always remember one thing, I will always Love you! You are so perfect in every single way. I want you to know I'm always here to stay!
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. When roots grow towards each other underground, and when all the beautiful blossom has fallen from our branches we may find that we were one tree and not two.
- By: St. Augustine
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