You...

I miss you every day we're apart. I can't stop thinking about you. Every time I look around, something reminds me of you. I was watching tv and I saw someone whose smile was so similar to you, I got swept away by memories of us, of me making that smile appear on your face. I don't want this to be happening, not yet, not now, not while I'm so busy with other things. With someone else.
I'm so sorry I hurt you the way I did. I don't know what I was thinking. I couldn't have been thinking, or I would never have done it. What we feel is too intense to just end it like this. I'm so grateful you took the time to spend with me the other day. I'm so glad you decided we couldn't just be friends, despite what I'd done.
You are my reason for looking forward to a new day. I always associated getting up with a text from you, every morning. I miss that. I hope that even after all that's happened, you can do it again. Everything is so much better when I'm with you.
When something happens in my life, I compare it to how it would have happened if you had been there. When a song we both enjoy comes on the radio, I get the urge to sing along and dance. This hasn't happened before. Your pleasure in things like that has infected me, but I never want that to change.
I truly hope that some day I can be yours and nobody else's. Even if it doesn't last forever... I know it will be worth it. I look forward to every moment I can spend in your arms, to every moment I can spend near you. Even if you will never read this... I want you to know. Maybe some day I'll get the courage to tell you what you mean to me.

Handy stuff...

Here's a blog post I've come across with all sorts of keyboard shortcuts for several different programs. Worth taking a gander at.

Productivity Ninja: 101 Ways to Rock the Keyboard

Sometimes these pictures crack me up...

Memories...

For some reason I've suddenly been reminded of a memory from a few years back. It happened in my old Jetta, back when I was still in high school. It was grade 12, a couple of months after I'd been going out with my boyfriend.
After (or during, can't remember) one of our crazy make-out sessions behind the theatre (which is now closed, and that parking spot has a house on it), he said the L-word. I can remember my reaction... Shock. What do I do? What do I say? I settled for just kissing him again. This was back when I was still a virgin, and I can't help but think that was one of those major points in life, where each path would have taken me somewhere different.
Eventually I did tell him I loved him, some time later on. What would've happened if I hadn't? Would I be here right now, or would I have reverted back to my old self, gone back to friends who thought holding hands to be next nearest thing to a grave sin?
I suppose there's not much point wondering, that happened in the past, and there's no way to go back and change it. I don't think I even loved him when I told him I did, it was more of an infatuation than anything. Since then, I have come to love him, although now I'm wondering if I still do. How could I do the things I have and still truly love him? I wish I knew the answer. Then I could figure out what I should do with this messed up life of mine.

Sorry...

I'm sorry for the length of my previous post... but I just couldn't stop writing. 1579 words (eep!), and that's only that short because my bf has told me to come to bed. anyways, you won't hurt my feelings by not reading it, but it's interesting....