I loved her.
As much as I hated her now I had loved her then.
But I had a problem now. The hate was getting in the way of my whole life. It was like this shadow that was always two steps behind me waiting to lash out. I did what I thought would help. Ignored it. And guess what? It just got worse. It got to the point where I was cold to everyone. My friends tiptoed around me atau avoided me altogether. My hatred and anger were controling my life. I should have asked for help but I was way to stubborn for that. Why would I need to talk to a shrink? They were for crazy people. So, after a few weeks of my friends avoiding me I realized what I needed to do. I needed to think about it. It would be like rubbing salt in a wound but I had to grin and beruang it if I wanted to be happy again.
I started with the toughest thing, figuring that was the way to go. Get the worst over with.
Why hadn't I talked to Lyn?
I could have. Harper did. But why hadn't I?
I had made that decision and stuck to it. Why? Why? Why? Then it hit me like an atom bomb, and I hated the reason. Hated it lebih than anything. I knew I was so angry that I would say things I would regret later. I still respected her. After she had ripped my life apart why I still had any shred of civility, let alone RESPECT, for this women was beyond me. But at least I had an answer.
That night I kept thinking. Laying in bed, my mind replaying the last few months.Smiles had been few and far between but I ignored it, because that's what anda do for people anda love. anda just pretend that everythings alright, that anda didn't just see that look on Dad's face. I had opened a floodgate that I couldn't close. Water just rushed out. That was the first night I let myself breakdown. I cried myself to sleep, but it was okay. I was crying healing tears. As the little drops of emotion hit my pillow, I knew I had begun to heal.
As much as I hated her now I had loved her then.
But I had a problem now. The hate was getting in the way of my whole life. It was like this shadow that was always two steps behind me waiting to lash out. I did what I thought would help. Ignored it. And guess what? It just got worse. It got to the point where I was cold to everyone. My friends tiptoed around me atau avoided me altogether. My hatred and anger were controling my life. I should have asked for help but I was way to stubborn for that. Why would I need to talk to a shrink? They were for crazy people. So, after a few weeks of my friends avoiding me I realized what I needed to do. I needed to think about it. It would be like rubbing salt in a wound but I had to grin and beruang it if I wanted to be happy again.
I started with the toughest thing, figuring that was the way to go. Get the worst over with.
Why hadn't I talked to Lyn?
I could have. Harper did. But why hadn't I?
I had made that decision and stuck to it. Why? Why? Why? Then it hit me like an atom bomb, and I hated the reason. Hated it lebih than anything. I knew I was so angry that I would say things I would regret later. I still respected her. After she had ripped my life apart why I still had any shred of civility, let alone RESPECT, for this women was beyond me. But at least I had an answer.
That night I kept thinking. Laying in bed, my mind replaying the last few months.Smiles had been few and far between but I ignored it, because that's what anda do for people anda love. anda just pretend that everythings alright, that anda didn't just see that look on Dad's face. I had opened a floodgate that I couldn't close. Water just rushed out. That was the first night I let myself breakdown. I cried myself to sleep, but it was okay. I was crying healing tears. As the little drops of emotion hit my pillow, I knew I had begun to heal.
'It was March 1957 and I was taking photographs in Paris.1 afternoon I went up the Bastille and I saw 2 pasangan on a balcony.They were standing very near each other.They were talking.I took just 1 foto and they didn't hear me.I called it pasangan at the Bastille.Luckily for me this foto became very populer in France.Soon posters and postcards with my picture of the 2 pasangan were everywhere.But I never knew who the 2 young people were.They never contacted me.'
'30 years later I had an exhibition of my foto in Paris.I was talking to some friends when suddenly a man came up to me and said,'I know your 2 lovers.They live near here.I can take anda there if anda want.'I immediately decided to go and meet them.This was their story.'
'30 years later I had an exhibition of my foto in Paris.I was talking to some friends when suddenly a man came up to me and said,'I know your 2 lovers.They live near here.I can take anda there if anda want.'I immediately decided to go and meet them.This was their story.'
Here are some lebih texts from people.
1.Writing and then sending a funny e-mail atau text message to my friends.And of course,imagining their faces when they read it.
2.I really like driving at night when there's no traffic,listening to my favourite music.I feel completely free.
3.Staying in tempat tidur on Sunday morning and membaca the newspaper.Then getting up very late and having my dog for a walk.
4.I enjoy going to the jym and really getting tired then taking a long hot mandi, shower followed oleh a nice hot cup of tea.There's nothing better.
5.Turning off my computer at the end of the day.Leaving work,and getting into my car to go home!It's the best moment of the day.I cinta it!
1.Writing and then sending a funny e-mail atau text message to my friends.And of course,imagining their faces when they read it.
2.I really like driving at night when there's no traffic,listening to my favourite music.I feel completely free.
3.Staying in tempat tidur on Sunday morning and membaca the newspaper.Then getting up very late and having my dog for a walk.
4.I enjoy going to the jym and really getting tired then taking a long hot mandi, shower followed oleh a nice hot cup of tea.There's nothing better.
5.Turning off my computer at the end of the day.Leaving work,and getting into my car to go home!It's the best moment of the day.I cinta it!