Once again I am just here to see what's happening. Not really expecting anything. Will be respectful to all. I am very outgoing. Not into game playing. Have two grown kids. Have three wonderful grandkids.


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There is a great difference between knowing and understanding: you can know a lot about something and not really understand it..

We are most often weighed, tested and found wanting by the people we give the most attention to... don't make someone a priority when they only see you as a possibility or an option. Sometimes it is hard realizing what you are to people.. most often you are convenient... finding the people who cherish you be it friendship or more is hard to do..


My Hero would be Spiderman cause he can kiss upside down.
*I am a mother, daughter, a sister, a grandmother, a friend.
*I am confident and scared, terrified and excited.
*I am loving and caring, thoughtful and hopeful.
*I am sick and tired, shy and friendly, and careful and careless.
*I am broken and whole.
*I am misunderstood, misguided, and mislead.
*I am hard working and determined but a little scared in the inside. *I wish on stars and dream my dreams.
*I pray to God and cry my tears.
*I smile on the outside while I'm dying on the inside.
*I listen to others who won't listen to me.
*I walk on egg shells and I walk on fire.
*I believe in passion and true love.
*I love you and I push you away.
*I want you but not so close.
*I am everything and nothing all at once and all I want is for you to love me

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I have spent long days, and even longer nights, considering the simple feeling, of love. It is so intangible, and yet knows no limits. It has no form, no bounds, but can be measured by only the heart. There is no price that can be paid, No wish that can be granted, that provides the seat of passion which comes with love. From the void that makes the universe, the stars, the world that orbit thousands of suns, it comes. It is primal. it began before speech. An explosion from deep within the cosmos that lays dormant in each soul. Like the crystal hanging in the dark, that becomes an eruption of color when hit with light. In the realm of human senses, none spark the same magnitude as can love. Pain pales when compared to it. Even the loss of love can cause pain unbearable to the soul. The shivers of love, the sensation the runs the body and effects the mind, and dances upon the heart. It makes lips tremble and flesh flush with heat. It clouds the observer sight and mind with its beauty. Love is so intangible and yet so real that it may be the purest of abstracts. It is a language of mind and heart. The poetry and verse that can be known only by two. A perfection contrived by a living breathing, bulk of emotions, which is noticed by no one, and felt by all. You perceive, once you plunge into it depths, each delicate nuances. You sense, or hear each others movements and thoughts. The hand becomes more than something that touches, the eye more than a way to see. Tiny moments or a change in expressions unnoticed by the masses, now trigger, tremors, and even earthquakes of desire, and lust. Love transcends time, space, and intelligence. It never perishes and feeds off itself. It, in true form, surpasses thought, color, beauty, and age. It can only be felt, only be celebrated, never captured, but always there. Love is like the heart, mandatory for one to live. No different than air, or water. The soul must have love if it is to survive.

I have found myself more and more spending time by myself.
Most of the time it is just OK.
But there are those times when I see a special something that I would like to share with someone.
To just Say "Did you see that?"
Or to sit with and just being in the presents of someone else.
Sitting ther quietly while sharing caoffee and the Sunday paper.
How is it that I have almost forgotten what it is like to yell "I'm home" as I walk through the door.
Has it been that long?
How long has it been since I watched a funny movie and shared the laughter?
Too long I am afraid.
But in my heart I know that in time this too shall pass.
To share a momentary glance.
A smile as I walk into a room.
The joy filling the heart.
I still have hope, do you know what I mean?

The first date would be just spending time together to see if we possibly could ever click.