20 years in love
I am married with two children, so is she.
I first met her as a teenager and was thunderstruck. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, when she looked at me with those green eyes I melted.
I lost her due to weird circumstances. I wondered about her for years. Then my brother got married, to her sister. I was in the wedding party, so was she. When she walked into the room I felt as if someone had punched me in the stomach. Now we see each other occasionally. It amazes me that I feel physical pain every time I see her.
She has no idea that I love her, none. I know this is best because in all probability she doesn't feel the same way. I don't want to hurt anyone, my wife, my children, her husband, her children. This isn't some adolescent ** driven feeling. It just feels so good to write it down and send it through the universe.
What would heaven be? A stolen kiss from your secret love and a dream of what might have been.
I will love her till the day I die and I will stay silent till the day I die.
Must we go over this again? Old people are a hazard to the health and happiness of the world's youth and an unsightly waste of taxpayer wallet space who have done nothing but slowly and steadily ** the life out of America's broken-down junkie blood vessels for the past 20 to 30 years or so. And hey, not to sound like a crotchety you-know-what, but I think this country still has a lot of spirit left in it. No one would ever guess that, what with the pasty-faced vampire ** known as senior citizens riding the healthy ** of everyone under the age of 65, but it does. Old people are the reason we still have a two-party political system where nothing can ever get accomplished, because their votes help uphold archaic laws and ideas and entitled ** that characterizes the country we live in and how we should treat and perceive it. Senior bitterzens are an embarrassing sore on the lips of this country and the only reason Two and a Half Men ever got popular.
Old people are gross, they smell bad, they aren't funny, they look like ** all the time and they're cheap. Senior citizen discount, seriously? Do you really need a discount on that moldy orange and jar of pickled chicken eyes you're buying? You know you're never gonna eat that orange. It's just gonna sit on your kitchen table until one of your ** up kids comes over and picks it up and goes "Geez, ma, don't you ever throw anything out?" Then you'll just wave it off and make some pathetic joke about your age because you know everyone will feel bad and continue to let you fly under the radar like every weak, shriveled-up piece of caveman ** your age does.
Look in the mirror in 30 years ,that's if you are still alive after all the illegal drugs you are on. and try believing in the Almighty God that granted you Life.Then answer your thoughts on old people
Look in the mirror in 30 years ,that's if you are still alive after all the illegal drugs you are on. and try believing in the Almighty God that granted you Life.Then answer your thoughts on old people