I wish I could. She's must be thinking it over
No, actually I asked her to cover up ... here's how it went:
"...
So put back all the veils
and turn off all the lights
and put detour in all the trails
and closed on all the sights
And when I knock,
don't let me in
but only give a peek
(I don't remember it exactly)
And if I ask,
say "Wait another week".
And as time marches on
and if we take it slow
then like a duckling to a swan
this love we have will grow."
And so she did. She also thought I just wanted to be friends, because like an idiot that's what I told her.
Oh well, live and learn. It's all ok. Next life I'll get it right maybe. She's still there and always leaves the door open (she's about 6' 2", looks like an amazon but she's just a little sweeter than anything out there).
I'm not sure if she did it to me or I did it to myself, but there's just something locked in the brain that she unlocks the easiest. Once I had about a 3 hour long braingasm just thinking about her and all I'd done was make a half dozen or so friendly visits over a period of ~20 years since I stopped seeing her. If there's something worth figuring out in life, it's how to get something like that back.
It's all good. How could I complain about something that was the best in my life? I might think I could have made it better, but (It's just a shame that there was a misunderstanding or two and a stupid little missed letter ... dang. Many years later I had to go back and tell her how much I still thought about her and she started crying and said she hadn't known ... I invited her to a birthday party for a friend of mine and she brought a boyfriend with her but I still played around with her a bit and it was interesting because it felt like I was an insider that her boyfriend couldn't compete with. I'd already told my friend before about her and after the party he said ,"Dude, she's yours if you want her" and he said he could tell she liked me (and from my experiences with him, he's a pretty reliable judge on the subject) and the things was that that's how I felt about it too. I just could never tell her and I put her on a pedestal a little beyond arms reach. In a lot of ways it wasn't fair for her, but I was young and she was just too attractive and one of those things you just know is too good to be true ... I think it was "the fear of flying" and knowing how much it would hurt if I really trusted things and had that trust misplaced, but I think I'll wonder till the grave whether or not you really can "get lucky" and fall head over heels in love and not get crushed - so far the record has been "the higher you fly, the further you fall", but it may be that I set myself up for a fall ... dunno, but I'm going to figure it out and it doesn't matter how long it takes, because emotions are what drive it all - in the end, it doesn't matter how many cool gizmos we can make, if it's not satisfying then they might as well be sand - they just keep you busy in the interim - I don't remember where I heard it said, but there's an expression about making a choice between pursuits - take the path with heart. I think that's what they're talking about).
Some would say that absolute truth is hopeless.
Time independence: [∂E(g)]²=[∂F(a)×∂r(a)]·[∂F(b)×∂r(b)] and Mass independence: ¶a(t)·¶r(t)=c²
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