Slow Turning

Like the song says, you can learn to live with love or without it

Once In A Lifetime

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I never thought I’d be the girl who would want to hear sweet, loving words from a man.

I never thought I’d be the girl who wanted him near so that I could hold his hand and kiss his lips.

I never thought I’d be the girl who would smile when he said hello.

Yet here I am, after one chance meeting two months ago.

If I had been asked two months and one week ago who I wanted to meet, his name probably wouldn’t have crossed my lips. Nor would mine have crossed his. And yet, his name is the only one I have thought of since we met.

There isn’t a single trait or characteristic about him that I covet. More than anything else I just want to be next to him. I felt that way the instant I met him, and I still feel that way now. It is what I desire and long for. The closer I am to him, the happier I am.

 

Robin Williams

The most incredible thing to me about Robin Williams’ death is the reaction to it. From my friends, to random online posts, to comments by celebrities, I am struck by the common sentiment we have about losing him. It feels as though he was the same friend and influence on us all. That, more than anything else, I believe is a testament to the type entertainer he was. He knew how to pull us into his world.

It’s unfortunate that we could not pull him into ours so that he could see how much he meant to us.

#RIP Robin Williams. May peace be with you now.

 

 

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Written by rachel

August 12, 2014 at 10:17 pm

Posted in Journal, Life, Ponderings

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