YAY! Sept 12 is right around the corner and I get to finally see you again! Well hear your voice at least, since of you family vacation. I wonder if you're still considering the future blurry? What happened to make you think of that? ))))))))': But anyways, I just need you to write back to me. All the things you promised, should not go to a waste, at least let some come true.
Ahh too lazy to continue. Deuces.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
It says it all
Ain't no other man
There is nothing sexier than a guy that can hold his own. A guy that could take care of himself on top of holding his family, friends, and love on high priority. A guy with a purpose. Intellect, respect, confidence. Confidence. The guy that will make mistakes only to pick himself back up. The type of guy you can trust because he’s gotten past games. A guy who finally realizes that there is nothing else worth winning besides your heart.
This guy proves that chivalry isn’t dead. He believes you’re beautiful. The type of guy to open doors, let you walk in first, holds your bag. But trust, this type of guy isn’t scared to man up to you. Yes, you. He will yell. You fight, he’ll fight just as hard. Because real men don’t back down from any type of fight worth fighting. He wants you to do the right thing just as much as you want the same for him.
That guy who remembers to say good morning and good night.
I know it all sounds so simple. But I know well enough that it’s a journey to get to this point and lifetime to maintain it. For all these guys out there, keep doing it. There’s a girl out there for you that’s just as proud as I am of him.
http://ingridcarmel.tumblr.com/post/901434659/aint-no-other-man
There is nothing sexier than a guy that can hold his own. A guy that could take care of himself on top of holding his family, friends, and love on high priority. A guy with a purpose. Intellect, respect, confidence. Confidence. The guy that will make mistakes only to pick himself back up. The type of guy you can trust because he’s gotten past games. A guy who finally realizes that there is nothing else worth winning besides your heart.
This guy proves that chivalry isn’t dead. He believes you’re beautiful. The type of guy to open doors, let you walk in first, holds your bag. But trust, this type of guy isn’t scared to man up to you. Yes, you. He will yell. You fight, he’ll fight just as hard. Because real men don’t back down from any type of fight worth fighting. He wants you to do the right thing just as much as you want the same for him.
That guy who remembers to say good morning and good night.
I know it all sounds so simple. But I know well enough that it’s a journey to get to this point and lifetime to maintain it. For all these guys out there, keep doing it. There’s a girl out there for you that’s just as proud as I am of him.
http://ingridcarmel.tumblr.com/post/901434659/aint-no-other-man
Friday, July 16, 2010
Pesters my mind.
So damn irritated. So basically I give you advice for no effing reason. I never was in your position and I don't know how it feels to be you. But I spend time thinking what to say to you and you just throw it out the garbage. You do stuff, after I tell you to stop and not do it in the first place. What does he have in the first place anyways? Blowing up my phone all the time tooooo. Like hello, life isn't all about texting and talking all the time. ugh.
Nick, I really wish you were here with me, enjoying summer. I miss you so much. I love long car rides because you know that's where I think about everything, but now everything's okay, but you not here is so painful. Its hard going to sleep not hearing from you, I got so used to it. I wish you sent me those goodmorning texts that I get. I wish you were the one driving me around. I wish you were the one to explain to my mom why I came home late. I super duper miss you. Yesterday you called your mom and I was happy because I can finally send you letters, but later that night I wish you called me instead, like you said you were. But its okay, she's your mom. Anyways, Pat, Isabel and Roland wanted to go to Twin peaks, but I couldn't because that's our place. I didn't want to be remembered of the first time we went there together, homecoming night or other memories you gave me there. Thank you for everything. Hope you're doing fine in training. 1 week down, 8 more to go.
Nick, I really wish you were here with me, enjoying summer. I miss you so much. I love long car rides because you know that's where I think about everything, but now everything's okay, but you not here is so painful. Its hard going to sleep not hearing from you, I got so used to it. I wish you sent me those goodmorning texts that I get. I wish you were the one driving me around. I wish you were the one to explain to my mom why I came home late. I super duper miss you. Yesterday you called your mom and I was happy because I can finally send you letters, but later that night I wish you called me instead, like you said you were. But its okay, she's your mom. Anyways, Pat, Isabel and Roland wanted to go to Twin peaks, but I couldn't because that's our place. I didn't want to be remembered of the first time we went there together, homecoming night or other memories you gave me there. Thank you for everything. Hope you're doing fine in training. 1 week down, 8 more to go.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Missing you.
The first couple of days, I was fine. I seriously was, I only cried on Saturday. But as time goes on, it gets harder and harder at night, when I wish you were online so I can entertain me and when my phone rings I wish its either a text/call from you. It ain't happening. I woke up at 11. I've never done that, only because I couldn't sleep at night, every time I closed my eyes all I would think about is you. I wonder how you're doing. I wish I can get a morning call from you to wake me up too. I miss those, when I would get so mad at you. I miss your bipolar times. I miss complaining to you about everything. I miss watching you play bball for hours. I miss eating a lot of food with you. I miss you carrying my purse for me, opening the door and feeding me. I miss trashing up your car. I miss making you wait for me to get ready. I miss your voice. I miss your stupid jokes. I miss you calling me names. I miss fighting with you. I miss racing you to your car. I miss you talking about the most stupidest shit ever and making me watch the news. I miss everything.
I just wanna cry, but then I get heartaches. I love your friends, they check up on me all the time and I heard you didn't even ask them to. That means a lot.
Its funny how you were once a stranger to me, now you mean to the world.
I just wanna cry, but then I get heartaches. I love your friends, they check up on me all the time and I heard you didn't even ask them to. That means a lot.
Its funny how you were once a stranger to me, now you mean to the world.
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