He Wants To Know.

Where does love come from? Where does it go when it's gone? What takes it's place, and why does that place turn hard as stone?

Questions to consider. I'd love to know everyone's thoughts on this. On my next post, this is probably what I'll discuss.

He Said Hello In A Voice That Sounded Something Like Love.

One day there was this boy who saw a girl at a party and he thought she was beautiful. That's where it all started. They started talking and although the girl lived far away, it didn't stop them from talking every single day about anything and everything. One day the girl went back to the place where the guy was from. This is where it gets serious.

The first day she was there he delivered a dozen red roses to her with a card that simply read, "Now I can be with the girl of my dreams." That night, he surprised her with a visit and a walk in the park. She knew then he was everything and more than she had ever hoped for.

The second day he took her out again. He said she was everything and more than he had ever hoped for.

The third day he took her to a concert. And he sang to her. And she loved it.

The fourth day he took her horseback riding. Everything he did, he did it thinking of making her happy. She was happy.

The fifth day he took her to a beautiful lake. They sat and talked and enjoyed eachothers company. Then he took her to dinner at the most wonderful place. Unfortunately, that was the last night they would get to spend together cause she was leaving the next day. So they said their goodbyes.

The sixth day she was there she awoke with a heavy heart knowing she would be leaving. But he had planned ahead and had another bouquet of roses delivered to her. Another card, another message. All with love.

The girl in the story is me. And the guy... well he's mine. No one has ever done all those things for me. Every single day, he finds a way to make me feel special. I wasn't looking for love. If anything, I was trying to stay away from it. But he came along... And sometimes, well you just can't help it.

I think I love him cause everytime I think about being with him, I can't stop smiling.

There's This Guy I Know...

He's actually my best friend. We had classes together in high school from the time we were fourteen years old, but I don't think he liked me very much that first year. I wouldn't have liked me very much either. I saw some old pictures, and he's right. I did look kind of bitchy. Time changes everything, though, and we became best friends. I don't want to get into the whole story cause it still hurts to remember everything that happened, but long story made short: We got into a relationship, broke up, everything changed. We've had our ups and downs. Huge ups; huge downs. And still, our friendship has been strong enough to withstand every single thing that has come our way. He's amazing. He's funny and nerdy and sweet. He makes me mad sometimes but I get over it quickly cause I can't stay mad at him. I can count on him for anything, and I know he'll be there. He's the only person who has ever seen me cry with raw pain pouring out of my heart. And, people, I'm talking about those ugly tears that won't stop falling no matter what you do. I just want him to know I love him. No matter what. I don't care if I have to constantly remind him of it. Because people like him are hard to find. Why would I want to give that up?

So now... I'm moving away. And one of the things that's already hurting the most is thinking of the wonderful people of my life that I'll no longer see. He's one of those people. I want our friendship to stay strong. I feel like crying just talking about this cause I know so many things are going to change. I'm going to miss him and a few other people that have been there for me at my best and worst moments. But this post is about him. I know he's going to read this. I want him to know I'm always going to be there. <3

The Meaning of Life? That's Easy.

A few days ago, I read a wonderful blog that asked: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? Do you believe in destiny? And, if you believe in that, does that mean you believe in soul mates? Oh how I wish I was the all-knowing Kimberly for that would mean I could answer these questions without much difficulty. But I'm not, and so along with everyone else I must dive into the deepest parts of my thoughts and sit and ponder and sit and ponder until I have at the very least a superficial answer.

Now, I have always believed everything happens for a reason. Why? Well, I'm sorry to say I don't have a deep philosophical answer for that except I just believe if something should happen, it will, and if it shouldn't, it won't. But people, don't get me wrong, I also believe we have choices. I just realized how difficult this will be to explain, but I'll give it my all. We make our own destiny both through the choices life presents us with and with the idea that everything happens for a reason.

Take this for example: When I was about seven years old my then five year old brother and I decided we wanted to go to the park right behind my back yard. We put my little one year old brother in his w

alker and I ran ahead to open the front door so we could leave. For whatever reason I looked down and realized my little brother was missing a shoe. I already had the knob in my hand. I could have easily ignored the missing shoe and stepped outside anyways. But I didn't. I made the choice to get the shoe. I had taken not more than a few steps away from the door when a loud crash sounded in my front yard. Some guy had stolen a truck, lost control of it and crashed through my gate. He hit both of our cars and came about two feet away from hitting our house. If we had stepped outside when we were originally going to, it would have hit us too. I made my brothers' and my destiny.

As far as soul mates go, sure. According to the dictionary, soul mates are those we have a deep feeling of affinity (love, intimicacy, sexuality, compability) for. If thats the definition of a soul mate then yes, I most certainly believe in soul mates. But just because we believe someone is our soul mate doesn't necessarily mean they believe the same about us. Sighh. Unfortunately. But, alas, in this life we may think we've found our soul mates several times, not just one. It's a journey. Love is always a journey.


Love is not going anywhere. When it is time, you will find someone you love.

My Mother's Daughter

The relationship I have with each of my parents is very different. I'm a daddy's girl, and I can almost never find a reason to be mad at my dad. The story is completely different with my mom. Our relationship has big ups, but humongous downs. We're constantly at eachother's throat and it SUCKS. I try to get along with her, but it just doesn't work. Nothing I do suffices. So yesterday I came to a difficult decision that I have already discussed with my dad and, unfortunately, he agrees. I need to move out. Distance is the only thing that will alleviate the anger between my mom and I. I have a bad temper, I do. But I promised my mom I would work on it, and I have. I've gotten much better. Ask anyone. And she promised she would change too, but she hasn't. Not one bit. I'm not going to ask her to change anymore. I've just gotta get out before things get worse. When you get to the point where you're so fed up, you don't even want to try anymore, it's time to take the next step. I'm sorry, mom, but your little girl is moving out.

Sorry for the rant, guys. :[