A Message to Anyone, v.6 (continued) Options

[sharerol]

Cool. Let me know when. I might be busy, but I'll try my best to make it.

I don't think we should meet, though. My parents will be there.

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Awwww, Frankie.

[PinkTrash]

AH I MISS YOU SO MUCH UR ONLINE & I CANT DO A THING THIS IS KILLING MEEEE;

[Skyline Drive]

I feel so extremely renewed and for once I can say that I AM ready for college. I am ready to be that independent adult. Thank you for understanding that this is what I needed. Everything turned out glorious and I owe it all to you. I love you so much!

It makes me so happy and completely satisfied that I am making a difference in my future. It's the best feeling ever. All these experiences have made me who I am, which is why I will never regret any of them. I've learned so much and I really have nothing to say other than the fact that I am ready, for life.

[banthisaccountno...]

You liar.
You promised me that I'd never lose you.

[pinayprincess]

[to my #1]
stop f**king around with me... you keep on having your phases and assuming something out of no where... i understand where you coming on with blaming our past with each on me but why now? please move on from this, i still want us to be happy as friends...

[to my future]
i like you a lot... jsut the fact of you playing around is arggg... it could be funny but sometimes its too much on me you know? we already talked this out... i guess THATS YOU... i'll just have to learn how to appriciate who YOU are

[berry_lickable]

____,

this is really meant to be ? i mean what are the odds that i'll actually see you there and in my fcking bikini. good lord you got a GREAT ASS BODY . when i first saw you i was like fck fck fck nooo ! it was so damn hard trynna forget your ass then when all of a sudden when all my efforts of trynna forget about you was gone in an instant. gahh you looked so damn good. you're almost perfect for me ... almost. but you've gone and hurt me. i dont know what the fck is going` through your head. was i reading the right signs or what ? thats why i hate P**sy ass boys that dont know how to show their feelings. do you like me or not? whats the real deal yo ?

god, you look good.

anastashia

[berry_lickable]

____,

this is really meant to be ? i mean what are the odds that i'll actually see you there and in my fcking bikini. good lord you got a GREAT ASS BODY . when i first saw you i was like fck fck fck nooo ! it was so damn hard trynna forget your ass then when all of a sudden when all my efforts of trynna forget about you was gone in an instant. gahh you looked so damn good. you're almost perfect for me ... almost. but you've gone and hurt me. i dont know what the fck is going` through your head. was i reading the right signs or what ? thats why i hate P**sy ass boys that dont know how to show their feelings. do you like me or not? whats the real deal yo ?

god, you look good.

anastashia

[*CrackedRearView*]

Ever read something so powerful that it momentarily took your vigor? Made you cry? Tugged at the proverbial heartstrings? There are only three instances I can recall: John Irving's A Prayer for Owen Meany, the eulogy my brother wrote for my mother, and what you just wrote to me. In every sense of the adjective, John Irving is a 'writer'. In every sense of the adjective, my brother was a 'writer'. In every sense of the adjective, you are a 'writer'.

For years, people have told me that I've got the knack. People have told me that I simply know the secret that is hidden from everyone but a select few: the secret that is writing efficiently. Of course, in unreasonable modesty, I always cordially disagreed. However, that cordial disagreeance was somewhat founded. I only recently found out what the 'secret' to writing really is. It would appear to me that you, my darling female, have figured it out, as well. The secret is penetration. The human being possesses a very intricate, but very powerful network, woven in methodical fashion, of barriers that writers live to breach. It is this impenetrable emotional wall that writers are built to break down. Sweetheart, you have taken every fiber, every cable, and every brick holding my emotional citadel intact, and you have smashed it. In that sense alone, you are a 'writer'.

You've written effectively because you've uttered everything I've felt for so long but lacked the power to describe. We care about each other so much that it's borderline insane. You explained it perfectly. I wonder why you waste your time with me, while you wonder the exact same thing. I put you before myself, and you do the exact same thing. I long to hold you, to kiss you, to whisper in your ear, and you long for the exact same thing. I think if I were told to describe love, I'd have a new outlook on it, thanks to you. I believe love is about selflessness. It's about finding a priority in another person, and exploiting that priority; glorifying it. It's about being willing to die for a person to make them comfortable, to make them smile, to make them laugh. And Anna, I would die to make you smile, to make you laugh.

And that just leads me to another beautiful heartache. I love your laugh, I love your smile, I love your voice. I love your quirks, I love your language, and culture. I love your outlook, your sarcasm, your personality, your concerns. I love your self-consciousness, I cherish your flaws, I'd fight to keep everything about you preserved in perfect order. I love the way you love me, I love the way you talk to me, the way you compliment me. I love the way you get mad at me, I love your ambition, I love your struggles. I love it when you characteristically squeal, I love it when you tell me 'I'm mad at you, mister,' I love it when you get worried about gaining three pounds. There are just so many personality traits about Milpitas' Anna Wang that I adore with so much fervor. I couldn't begin to list them all.

I love how there are certain things I could disagree with you about, and the overall meaning behind them wouldn't change. Take your post, for example. I could contradict you and say that what we have is puppy love, and no foul would be committed. I could say that it is very credulous, and quite believable that you and I are together, and it would give you a smile. There's no gray area with us, Anna, and that's what makes it so fun. It is fun, isn't it? These past three months have been laced with tragedy and sorrow, and through it all, I've had so much fun that I can hardly begin to portray it in writing. All thanks to a little 5'4" (wow, that's tall) Chinese cutie from a northern California small town. That warrants thanks. Thank you so much, Anna.

We are naïve, Anna, so much that many people would look at us like we're ridiculous; like we're jumping into a pool too deep, and don't know how to swim. But being naïve just adds to the fun, like you said. And, after careful consideration over the past three months, there's nothing I'd rather be than a naïve little child with a bad case of puppy love, doodling 'Anna' on his hand.

Last year, when I officially tried to forget about the girl I had 'loved' for just under a decade, I thought I would never find anyone to love. The heartache was so painful that I shut myself off from everyone and everything important for a long, long time. I never want to experience such pain again, but that inspires fear in me. I, just like many others observing us blossom together, have faith in our relationship, but I have a fear of losing you. I never felt this strongly about Lisa, never. So, I've come to realize that if I lost you, the pain would be an amply greater. I don't want to lose you, Anna. I can't. But I'm happy, because I know I won't; because I know we both want to spend 'forever', whatever crazy amount of time that may be, together. I want to spend forever with you.

I've noticed that you somehow always seem to have more to offer. I've told you (and tried to reassure myself) that I'll be the one taking care of you. That I'm going to come up to the bay area, oh, that sweet part of the country harboring my angel, and sweep you off your Asian feet. But I'm having doubts about the validity of that proposal lately. I'm starting to believe it's the exact opposite. Even in this instance, you offered me 4,000, I'm offering you 1,100. I need you more than you need me, and that realization has been so solidified that it makes me cry; it gives me that 'good heartache' I told you about. You make my heart ache, Anna, and there's no cure for it; no pill to take; no syrup to drink. But, then again, do I want to cure it? It feels so good, even though it hurts. It's so good that now I doubt that a pill, or some syrup would do more good than bad.

Your 4,000th post...

http://www.createblog.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=89085&view=findpost&p=1423547

It's just a combination of meaningless letters, symbols, and numbers that to the ordinary person would indicate nothing. What lies in that beautiful combination is the real prize; the true beauty. What lies in that beautiful combination is the emotion expressed by a person so important, beautiful, magnificent. That beautiful combination encases the affection of the only person whose affection matters.

You already know what I'm about to tell you. I've lost everyone, Anna. All of my immediate family is gone, any friends I had are gone, my home is gone, my mother and brother are gone. It's amazing how quickly these 'impenetrable fortresses' in your life can vanish off the face of the earth, but they do. And when it happens, you're left with my condition: stripped naked, with an awful spotlight blinding you from above, with your hands in the air, begging God to kill you. And then, out of nowhere, someone like you comes and puts a hand on that desperate person's tattered shoulder, and rights every wrong in their life. That's a huge favor to do for someone, and you've done it, Anna. Whether you know it or not, you've corrected me. You're the only one I have left, and you mean more to me than anyone else in the world. I love you so much that I've spent three hours trying to express the inexpressible: my love for you in writing.

Thank you for the heartache, Anna. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being you.

[*stephinika*]

you people suck. let me pick my godamn university...yeah its not the best area but its a great school and they offer what i want. just...let me be. please.

[*FreeStickers*]

... oh, ironies.

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I'm so glad we're on the way to being normal again. You have no idea how happy it made me to see you laugh for the first time in what seems like forever. Today was amazing. bleh..speechless.

[Teesa]

To __________ :
I've been thinking about you pretty much all day. It's weird..I don't even know you. But you are so cute, funny, and everything else. But you are a lot of things that I don't want. Ever. I really sense that we have a connection, and I think others see it, too. But I don't want you to know this soon. It's too early to tell, and I will be embarassed if you find out. You are so much more mature than me..you've been through so much and seen so much. I don't think I am right for you in any way. But, again, I feel this connection. I don't know. I am so confused. You probably don't even think of me outside of those precious five hours.

--Teesa

[whywasisostupid]

dear seth,
i seem to have lied to myself. do i love you? i doubt it now. go do my friend why dont you. you seem to like her more.

have a good life. ill miss you.

dear lindy,
leave me alone. we're not friends anymore. why would you do this to me?

dear burt,
thanks. i really liked talking to you from 1-5. quite relaxing indeed. you're pretty cool..

dear mom and dad,
you wont understnad.

[topsyturvy]

You will not believe how much i hate you. What's with the attitude and hostility? Every time we talk, you put me down.

Back off, bitch. Get a life.

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I've been thinking about you all day... I know it seemed like i didn't want to go, but honestly, i would've gone if they weren't there. I just can't stand them.

Where are you now? Have you forgotten me? Do you still care?

[Fallen Fairy]

bitch, get over it.

fallen fairy

[me1issaaaa]

People just don't understand what we have, do they? They don't realize that, despite those 600 miles inbetween us, our love is greater than anyone could possibly imagine. Very few people could even guess where our love begins - there's just so much of it. There's just so, so much buried underneath it all. Saying "I love you" just doesn't cut it; those three words simply don't even begin to describe how I feel about you. Even when I'm left speechless, dumbfounded by your grace of words, you know exactly what I want to say.

God, you know me so well. You know exactly when the tiniest thing is irking me. You can tell when I'm not happy, though I try my hardest to cover it all up. You know when I want to say more, but you take me as I am, even when I lack the words to say to you. Oh, how I crave the words to leave you speechless, just as you do me. I want to make you tingle with the sensation of complete and utter happiness, like you do to me when you grab my hand or stroke my face and lift my chin up and gaze into my eyes. I want to make you experience what I do each time I hear your voice; it sends shivers down my spine. I want to cst that spell on you that you've had on me for the past seven months.

I love how your hair does that little flippy thing. I love how the hair on your sideburns curl. I love that little flat part of the bone on your nose. I love your bottom lip. It's a lot of fun to nibble on... heh. I love your waist. I love the way you walk. I love those little flecks of gold and black in your eyes. I love the way you spell my name because it makes me giggle. I love how you grab my hand and lace your fingers around me. I love how you twist my arm around yours as you show me off to everyone. I love how when I say the absolute dumbest thing, you simply look at me, grinning from ear to ear, and you just kind of roll your eyes and then grab my waist and pull me in closer to you, and we just stand there, my head on your shouder, your arms wrapped around me. I love the way you gently graze my leg when we're sitting alone. I love how you ask if it's okay if you do something. I love how even when I say yes, you ask again, letting me know you'd never push anything on me if you didn't think I was ready for it. I love every little thing about you.

You once told me you thought you were destined to save the world; you want to be a hero. You thought you were meant to save the world from destruction. You know what? You didn't - WE did. We saved love.

[nhj_2006]

im sorry to pissed u off or make u upset. i just thought it wasnt a big deal. please forgive me.

[PinkTrash]

without you, i feel like i no one to talk to. </3 and nobody thinks what i say makes sense, my cellphone misses you soo much. comebackfromlondonn. I got so freaked out by that bus/stalker incident and i really wanted to talk to someone on the phone just because they were there but you are like 921384294 of kms away from me, long distant calls. atleast you had other people when i was at china ><" i have nobodyy, and mybestfriend, the person i need most, isnt here. killing me. not just you, kyle too. KILLING ME SOFTLY.

[yummy_delight]

to both of you:

You don't get me, which is normal for parents of the average teenage girl. I'm sorry for not letting you know what's going on. You see me every day for who I am. I really wish I could tell you everything that's going on in my head and in my heart... but, I just can't. Maybe one day when I'm old and wrinkled, or simply when the hormones stop raging.

Sorry for not being the perfect daughter.

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to my best friend:

Hello dear. I think I overreacted... in fact, I KNOW I overreacted. That's me, you're resident drama queen for ya. I'm a proud person, and you know that. That's why I can't bring myself to call you or IM you to talk to you.

You ditched me for your awful a-hole of a boyfriend and that hurt me really deep down. But, I wasn't being a good friend by leaving you all alone to deal with your pain. I know you aren't REALLY alone. Let's face it, babe. You're popular. I mean that I abandoned you at the time when best friends are supposed to stick by each other.

I was a hypocrite. I AM a hypocrite. I'm sorry, I really am.

[caliente]

dear baby,
i miss you.. please come see me after work. im sorry about today.. just a little worried about me and you.

[Fallen Fairy]

you are so fake
i hate you
in fact a lot of people hate you
they just don't say anything because they want to be "nice"
i really hate people like you
people who think they are all high and mighty and walk around like their shit doesn't stink.

bitch please.

fallen fairy

[azn hunni xox]

Aw, thanks. I really needed that. And of course we'll always be friends, no matter what. Forever and always.

Through everything, best cousins for life.

Hey, if you say you don't care, how come you always talk about them?

Make up your mind!

[*stephinika*]

hey hon. don't worry...its in the past and i'm not mad at you at all. i understand besides...you actually came up and apologized. that shows that you are a great friend. ilu.

haha wow...we have weird dreams. oh man...oh well. i can't wait for this weekend...grr, time go faster! i miss you! bleh. this weekend will be great though...i just know it. i hope...

[Looow]

____: Yeah I know. I'm a screw up. fkhsdf

[*Azarel*]

Me? A writer? Pah. It's a casual hobby I picked up during SAT classes to pass the time without arousing any suspicion from the teacher. I'm no writer; my "writings" never deal with anything more than what I deal with. They appeal to nothing – not the senses, not the emotions. They are cliché, worn out, easily related to; nothing more. Poorly constructed, badly worded, hastily put down. I write for the only thing I feel strongly about, the only person I love. No, Justin. I'm no writer. Just a silly girl, head over heels in love.

It should be the other way around – me thanking you. Thank you for coming into my life at the most opportune time. Thank you for being so wonderful to me. Thank you for listening to me whine all the time. Thank you for asking how my problems are. Thank you for putting up with me. Thank you for caring so much. Thank you, my beautiful boy.

You say that I offer so much to you – and that statement baffles me, completely. I find myself questioning, what exactly is it that I give you? I can't just go out, find you, and visit. I can't find anything wonderful to buy and present to you as a heartfelt gift. The only thing I can and do give is my love. It's something you've told me before, but it works this way too. I'm giving you myself. And yet, I still wonder, is it enough? It doesn't feel enough, it never feels enough. You deserve so much more than what I can give you. And yet you think still it's excess, more than enough.

Just earlier, I was staring at your picture. My god. I never realized how gorgeous you really were. It gives me a rush when I think about when we finally meet, when we're finally united. There's so much I want to do with you – stare into your eyes and see your soul, rest my head against your chest and listen to your heart beat, slowly drift off to sleep listening to you breathe while feeling the rise and fall of your chest. It's so idealistic, picturesque even.

It's finally really struck me. I've landed what I've always wanted, despite everything I've always believed would happen. This is something real, something pure, something true – you've turned my world upside down, you've righted all wrongs, you've done something to me I would've never imagined could happen: you've made me truly happy. Oh, Justin, I love you, so much.

And, you know, we are the prototype of a cute couple. There are so many people who see us, who wish they could find this rare love, who wish that they could be this happy. You thilly goothe, I adore you and everything about you. I'll be a badfish with you! *glomps* ^_^

[dahding]

i still can't just let go of you. i love you.