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Originally posted by Chrono
Edited: sorry joa for spamming your thread

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dodgy chrono

you are forgiven

she would hafta be pretty and but up with my stupidity...and um...truthfull and lovely and a good friend

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Originally posted by Chrono

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Originally posted by brian
To be honest, I would go for a lifepartner that is fun to talk with.  That I am comfortable with and not shy, either she is.  Smiling person too, even if the worst happens, she would still make you smile.  Someone that looks good from outside and inside.  Someone who is nice to everyone.

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can i be your lifetime parter then? <3

j/k

!!

Edited: sorry joa for spamming your thread

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sowy joa, had to do it!
* brian runs

brian is perfect for me

i luv you guys but no more spam

spam stops.... NOW

please

Im only 16.. but personally what I would like would be a girl who has a lot of class... Ive been raised with a lot of manners.. and it seems that people don't really have them nowadays..

hmm
well i guess everyone looks for looks and stuff, yeah dont deny it... :\ and everyone wants trust and the person to be nice and romantic and stuff. with looks its like...you may be with some half ass guy that isnt the greatest looking but then you see all their other features and then you just find them handsome/beautiful just because of the other features. for me they have to be nice, trustworthy, romantic, um all the other stuff boyfriend is. im young and shit and maybe its only my dumb half of my heart talking but i think ive found my bitch just because...its hard not to be away from him, and its hard for him to be away from me. we met like 3 years back and he left his then current girlfriend for me just to make me happy because we were like bestfriends and i had a crush on him and blah blah and he planned on leaving me but when it came to that point he just couldnt. then a year of being together past with breaking up on and off, another year passed the same way and the third year passed but it was better...we didnt break up a lot. and then all of a sudden he wanted more, so he left me but we'd always still talk about getting married and everything...it wasnt a relationship where you'd hate one and other after a break up, we'd just turn up the bestfriend side in us and then he got a girlfriend and i admit i was jealous and hurt and i told him that and he got kind of mad, but then we wouldnt talk to each other for a day and he'd come back and tell me how much he missed me and loved me and all that stuff but if we talked constant then it'd get a little bitter because of my feelings towards him. so this was just recently and he told me we'd always be "secret lovers" so he'd call me his girlfriendand stuff and i didnt mind when we were talking that little bit because it would give me that happiness that we always had and then just like...um...i forget what day, this week he came back and just told me how much he loved me and how much he hated to kiss his girlfriend because when he did he'd always ask himself "why am i kissing you when i want marissa?" so we talked last night about how he was going to leave his other girlfriend but it'll hurt him maybe and i dont want him to hurt because he's my bestfriend. i dunno...all that bullshit gives you some kinda sign, eh? maybe...maybe a year from now ill be bad talking him and shit...hm

sorry for posting my life story hahah.

k i love joa secretly...but SHH. and wacky, i love wacky.

I, too, in pessimistic verse have wept
Over my first love, just like any man,
And, by yet one more tome, I could have, then,
Into the library of sad souls stepped.

Still, I give you a merry feast, today,
Of pages miscelleanous and new.
Where, fused in imagery, my pain will, too,
Like snowflakes on the water, fade away.

Transparent tears, then, into jokes re-mould,
Symbolic soap balloons, chased to and fro,
Carried adrift by the mad winds that grow
Stirred up by literary trends, ice-cold.

And, in their fleeing ephemerity,
Their walls transparent hardly hold, alack,
From the eternal void, a tiny speck,
Yet, claim a place under the sun, you see.

Most mild posthumous criticism, still
Don't pinch them with your needle's point, for then
My froth balloons, so iridescent, will
Turn, one by one, to heavy tears again.

Of course true love exists, we wouldn't be idealists without it. You can never search for it with a set of parameters though, it's ethereal. Instinct tells you everything you need to know about who you fall in love with. Seek as if unconscious, love as if alive. What do I look for? Nothing I can describe, just something I can feel.

"Our recollection of the past is not simply distorted by our faulty perception of events remembered but skewed by those forgotten. The memory is like orbiting twin stars, one visible, one dark, the trajectory of what's evident forever affected by the gravity of what's concealed."

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Originally posted by Time
I, too, in pessimistic verse have wept
Over my first love, just like any man,
And, by yet one more tome, I could have, then,
Into the library of sad souls stepped.

Still, I give you a merry feast, today,
Of pages miscelleanous and new.
Where, fused in imagery, my pain will, too,
Like snowflakes on the water, fade away.

Transparent tears, then, into jokes re-mould,
Symbolic soap balloons, chased to and fro,
Carried adrift by the mad winds that grow
Stirred up by literary trends, ice-cold.

And, in their fleeing ephemerity,
Their walls transparent hardly hold, alack,
From the eternal void, a tiny speck,
Yet, claim a place under the sun, you see.

Most mild posthumous criticism, still
Don't pinch them with your needle's point, for then
My froth balloons, so iridescent, will
Turn, one by one, to heavy tears again.

Of course true love exists, we wouldn't be idealists without it. You can never search for it with a set of parameters though, it's ethereal. Instinct tells you everything you need to know about who you fall in love with. Seek as if unconscious, love as if alive. What do I look for? Nothing I can describe, just something I can feel.

"Our recollection of the past is not simply distorted by our faulty perception of events remembered but skewed by those forgotten. The memory is like orbiting twin stars, one visible, one dark, the trajectory of what's evident forever affected by the gravity of what's concealed."

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Why are you so wise? ;o

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I think true love excists, mainly because I've felt love... maybe not 'true' love, but love...
I guess my ideal partner would be someone who could treat a woman right... romantic, sweet, kind, caring, and an over-all nice person. If a man didn't treat me right, I'd take him for all he was worth and tell him to gtfo of my life

it's easy: someone who is not capable of disappointing me. how? be realistic. know what you're talking about.

have a sense of humour