Long overdue...

This is just something I have to post. No need to comment.

Being in love is so complicated. Sometimes one loves the other more. Sometimes one doesn't think the other loves them as much. Sometimes there isn't enough time to see each other. Sometimes ones afraid to tell the other they love them. So you see, love is a complicated thing to go through and sometimes scary as hell. But we all go through it at one time or another. We just have to be thankful for the experience and the memories that go along with it otherwise we wouldn't be human.

So much I should add but I don't think I should. I really must jet and try to write more of my dream but I can't find the time or resources though I have everything ready to be written/typed. Maybe I'll do what Stephenie Meyer did and write the ending before I finish the beginning.

Just my thoughts today (& one from January).
-Abby

Dream #2

It's not very common to have the same dream multiple times, all being about the same man, doing the same things. How am I supposed to know what this means? It's not like I don't know I'm looking for a man, the right man for that matter, who I want to spend the rest of my life with. I mean I am almost thirty years old and haven't had but a couple of boyfriends in my time, none of whom were the husband type. Why should I be having these dreams, the same dream, all in a short amount of time? Is there something I'm missing in this dream?

Whatever the case may be, I better leave it alone because otherwise I'll have an accident. I wouldn't want to have those kids possibly miss out on one of my Ireland stories. Man, it makes me feel so wonderful to share all my experiences with those kids; makes me feel like I'm back there, reliving everything I have done.

The ride home was faster than the one to school. Everything looks as if it has survived the day. I cross the threshhold of the door and take a deep sigh of relief. I drop everything on the table in the hallway and walk to my kitchen to fix something to eat. As I walk by the living room and the dining room, I silently wonder if there is ever going to be a man living in this house and just as quickly, I shake that thought from my head. As I reach the kitchen, all I can smell are the flowers I picked the day before: purple lilacs. In the warm kitchen, the lilacs have permeated the room since I left this morning. With the room filled with lilacs and whipping up a quick snack, I'm content enough to forget about the dream.

For My Mentor (you know who you are!)

You have repeatedly told me
How proud you are
But I honestly don't see
Who you are referring to, a star

I take those compliments
And put them to heart
But it doesn't cover
The ache I feel from being apart

You are like my mother
Someone to seek guidance from
But I don't see
Who you think I should become

I love you to no end
But I just wanted to tell you
How much your absence affects me
And why I seem so blue.

Arlene, I hope this conveys my feelings. As you can see, it is not edited and doesn't intend to be either (unless otherwise noted). I must thank you for your support in my poetry and writings; afterall you were the one who showed me a new way to express myself. You've also showed me what a wonderful girl I am and how bright and creative I can be. I think very highly of you and I thank you.

All the best for the future.
Abby