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Sometimes I wish you would call me even when I told you not to. It’s just pride and stubbornness that says it. Truthfully I would still love to hear your voice. I would love so much to…

I don’t understand why you have a pictures of my boyfriend on your phone…oh wait, cause that’s all you’re ever gonna get.

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Story of my life

LMFAO. totally me.

So close, no matter how far

Couldn’t be much more from the heart

Forever trusting who we are

and nothing else matters

Never opened myself this way

Life is ours, we live it our way

All these words I don’t just say

and nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you

Every day for us something new

Open mind for a different view

and nothing else matters

never cared for what they do

never cared for what they know

but I know

So close, no matter how far

Couldn’t be much more from the heart

Forever trusting who we are

and nothing else matters

never cared for what they do

never cared for what they know

but I know

Never opened myself this way

Life is ours, we live it our way

All these words I don’t just say

Trust I seek and I find in you

Every day for us, something new

Open mind for a different view

and nothing else matters

never cared for what they say

never cared for games they play

never cared for what they do

never cared for what they know

and I know

So close, no matter how far

Couldn’t be much more from the heart

Forever trusting who we are

No, nothing else matters

If your boyfriend is from Iowa then you already know you’re one lucky lady. I really don’t mean to bash on SOME of the local Minnesota boys, but of all the Iowa men I have met, they are all respectful, kind and responsible. There mamas and papas raised them well. There are some Minnesota men but so few to find. And don’t worry Meng Yang if you’re reading this, I know you’re a good man! LOL. I have feeling you might but I’m not too sure if you’re reading this post. Lol.

All I know is, I am lucky. I want all my children (not that I’m thinking about having any soon, lol) to grow up just like the Iowa men I know. I’m not joking. I want my sons to respect women and take the role as a man taking care of his family but with gratitude not narcissism.

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn In the place of their self-content; There are souls like stars, that dwell apart, In a fellowless firmament; There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths Where highways never ran- But let me live by the side of the road And be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road Where the race of men go by- The men who are good and the men who are bad, As good and as bad as I. I would not sit in the scorner’s seat Nor hurl the cynic’s ban- Let me live in a house by the side of the road And be a friend to man.

I see from my house by the side of the road By the side of the highway of life, The men who press with the ardor of hope, The men who are faint with the strife, But I turn not away from their smiles and tears, Both parts of an infinite plan- Let me live in a house by the side of the road And be a friend to man.

I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead, And mountains of wearisome height; That the road passes on through the long afternoon And stretches away to the night. And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice And weep with the strangers that moan, Nor live in my house by the side of the road Like a man who dwells alone.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road, Where the race of men go by- They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong, Wise, foolish - so am I. Then why should I sit in the scorner’s seat, Or hurl the cynic’s ban? Let me live in my house by the side of the road And be a friend to man.

Am I addicted more than I think? I mean, I’m checking my notifications constantly. Before I sleep, as I eat, in the middle of the night, as I shower, in the break of dawn, as I jog, when I’m with Matt, as my dad is lecturing me, when I’m driving, when I’m at stoplights and sometimes I even stop the car because I have a lot of notifications.

I never knew it was a problem until Matt informed me that my facebooking was becoming an issue. He said it took up most of our time together because that’s all I did. I don’t think it’s all that I do. My time on Facebook has actually lessened since I’ve been dating Matt. I mean I casually load pictures of us while I am with him but do I rarely update my status anymore.

Or am I just in denial?

I don’t understand why some people feel that clubbing is “nasty” or “disgusting”. Not everyone who goes clubbing are “manwhores” or “skanks/sluts”. Some go to have a few drinks and a few dances with their friends. Some go for or with their friends to celebrate something. Not everybody going has the intentions of sleeping with someone, dressing extremely provocative, or grinding their behinds on a stranger. Give it a rest and stop ineffectively boycotting nightclubs. You’re wasting your time.

When I see failed relationships I hope that we will never get to that point. I never want us to be screaming in each other’s faces or calling each other names. I never want our love fade even one bit.

I don’t know what I’d be doing right now without you. You’ve pushed me to do so much better in my academics, you’ve pushed me to be a greater volleyball player. You are so handsome and I am in complete luckiness that you, Matthew S. Lor, are mine. I can’t imagine anything without you. I want us to grow independently but not apart. I wanna be with you. Only you. Just you. You’re the only one that can make me mad in 3 seconds but make me smile again in 1. You are the only one that I can be completely myself. Goshhhhh, I love you too much. Sometimes I don’t think it’s healthy :/ I hate being apart from you. You are amazing, captivating and phenomenal. No one can ever compare to you. You are wonderful to me.