October 29, 2005
Dear Mr. Right
What a year I've endured, in trying to discern if I've encountered you, only to discover just pale imitations of what you're supposed to be.
The psychic I saw about 3 1/2 years ago told me I'd meet you on my 28th year and that we'd build, becoming as solid as liquid matter does.
Well, I'm 28 now, and have been so for 3 months. Where are you? My patience is starting to wear thin, it's getting colder, and I'm not getting any younger.
As tough as I can be, I haven't given up hope as yet. How could I? I'd only be denying myself that feeling that causes one to go giddy in the company of another. The feeling that I see on the flushed faces of couples as they stare, entranced with each other. Conversing with one another as if the rest of the general populace didn't exist.
This feeling, that has eluded me for so long now.
I, admittedly, can't help that my face flushes with an envious fever, when I spy couples walking hand-in-hand, web to web, fingers intertwined like intricate lacing... taunting me. I stare... and then I look away, somewhat ashamed for stealing long glances at such intimate moments.
Am I wrong for feeling that certain ingrates don't deserve to be ensconced in steady relation ships, while I continue to sail tumultuous seas, in search of you, Rebel Prince?
I have some time to go before I turn 29. I wont throw in the towel, just yet. Perhaps I should just sit in a corner and chant om, so as to occupy my mind with nothing... then I wont feel bereft... robbed, rather.
Anyway, I just wanted you to realize that I am, however, growing restless and am holding on by the tips of my fingers, trying to avoid falling into the pit of bitter spinsterhood.
I am growing, lovelorn.
Sincerely,
me. Ommmmmmmmm....
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I know your pain, honey! For years you and I have been hoping that we'd finally meet our match only to be duped time and time again. Though I must say I feel much closer these days than I ever have it's simply because I say (thanks to you), "Hey, I only want to be with you and I don't wanna 'hang out and see other people, too' do you agree?" to which he simply replies, "YES". You and I know what we want and we have no qualms asking for it. It's so awful when you meet jackasses that don't realize that you're offering them this amazing opportunity to spend time with YOU. I know that your rebel prince is ready for you. He's destined to show up rather soon. I won't say winter or spring because you cuss me out every time I do. However, you will be loved and you'll be loved so well by him that the heat will fill you up and even happy couples will look over at you two with hungry eyes just praying to have that sort of miracle moment, too.
bises,
Cyet (couple cyam to cyam, okyey?)
It's times like this when I realize that I have to keep myself together so I don't fall for the next woman who offers to wash my hair or massage my scalp....ever vigiliant.
not to say anything, but dude, 3 months... you still got 9 months...
lol
with the blink of the eye he will be hear with the warmth of his touch you will fillhim near the sound of his voice that wispers in your ear you know that time has come .the one that you speak of is not too far he will be hear just give it some time,. what you wanted is something really sincere so keep your eye and ears open he will be near.
patience, patience. 9 months is a long time. Sounds like something someone said when my lady got pregnant. significant.
Okay, I am becoming officially addicted to Coffey0072. I feel your pain...even when you think you have found Mr. Right, there is still the fear that he was Mr. Wrong drenched in Mr. Right's attire.
Wsup Sis.. Ill just say I overstand.. Damn.. Mr Right.. Does this MF even exist?
I'll be 29 next month,12/13 to be exact, its getting cold here in Chicago.. "AINT GOT" NOBODY TO HELP GET THAT BODY HEAT FACTOR UP WITH.. ARGH( my clock is ticking, but I keep smacking the snooze button on that bytch).. If one more of my family members ask me when Im having a kid...I think, Ill be forced to not only throat chop their asses but finish 'em off with a suplex...hope all is well
oh coffeey i feel you, i know that my mr right is out there, too, somewhere and thats what is this little drop of bitterness in those wild sweet young days i am living right now...days of affection, being flattered, humbled, loved.....in many different ways...nothing to complain about except for...
damn, where in the freaking hell are you?????
okay okay. i am 22. i regress...
but matter of fact, i ve always talked about HIM, all my llife long. i just can't believe, that he is not out there. i can't
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