I am starting to think that it isn’t kissing that I love, It’s
kissing someone I really like or love that I really love. I hung out with my kissing buddy again last
week remember that? http://jazzy-jazzysjournal.blogspot.com/2013/12/kissing-marathon.html and I don’t like him. I mean he is
handsome and really nice, but I didn’t really enjoy kissing him this time,
actually, I was a little grossed out.
That man wanted to devour me it seemed like! and I quite honestly don’t
want to be devoured by someone I don’t really like, I’m only pushing myself to
like him because I don’t want to be back in that place I was a few years ago
where I loved someone sooooo desperately, that no one else would do and I would
force myself to like people just so that I could feel normal. I am not going to see my kissing buddy again,
I don’t want to, I won’t force myself to feel that which I don’t. Kissing was all we did, it felt like a HS kissing marathon and I don't really enjoy those unless I really like someone, or at least that's what I think. I feel bad, I think I was a little rude to him when I was saying good night, or maybe a bit to honest. I always get myself in trouble because of my honesty, but someone has to be.
Journal, I miss him so much, I really really do! And I am
not referring to the kissing buddy, I am referring to someone else. I get so upset to think that I miss someone
who is always fighting with me for no good reason. How can someone be upset because you care
about them, or because you show them they are special to you, even when you aren’t
asking for anything in return? I just don’t get it, how scary is it to some to
be happy, to be appreciated by someone.
I feel so bad for him that he doesn’t know how to appreciate someone who
only wants the best for him. I won’t
reach out to him again though, no matter how badly it makes me sad that we don’t
talk.
Eventually, I will forget him
almost the way I forget my Benjamin… remember him? http://jazzy-jazzysjournal.blogspot.com/2010/12/omg-my-first-blog-entry.html I did say almost, because he
has this little tiny piece of me that no one would ever know how to get to, it
would be like an adventure to explore, trying to get to that piece of my heart
that he still has a hold on, it saddens me that till this day, we can’t sit
and have some tea and talk about movies.
How I miss my old friend!
Journal, I am feeling a bit sad today. But this too shall pass!
I feel happy today! tonight I have a date with that guy I went out with over a month ago and couldn't see him again because I have been so busy! http://jazzy-jazzysjournal.blogspot.com/2013/11/dear-journal-date-night.html well..... Mr. handsome waited for me all this time just so he could take me out again! I'm so lucky! we don't talk often, we have communicated in this past month that I have not seen him, but not so much that I could say I know him well or anything like that, it's not like talking everyday type of thing, but it's been just enough for me to want to hang out with him and.......... KISS HIM FOR HOURS! OH M...GEEE!!!!!!! can I just tell you that I can't wait to lock lips with him again???
Earlier today he told me that he could kiss me for hours because I'm such a great kisser! THANK YOU HANDSOME! then, I was walking down the street with this stupid grin on my face because of the thought that in a few hours I will be in his arms again getting a bunch of kisses out in public! I LOVE IT! I feel like this school girl! and he is only five years younger than I am, so it isn't like I'm doing this with some young guy and that's why I feel like a school girl! I think the fact that he is close in age to me is what makes me even more excited! I never usually like anyone, and honestly I had to convince myself to like him, I mean yes I think he is attractive, but that alone doesn't make me like someone. However, I told myself that I am going to keep an open mind and give people a fair chance and that if someone wants to offer me attention, than I am going to take it! why not? why do I have to be loyal to my feelings if my feelings steer me wrong? my feelings are usually always for the wrong person, so why be faithful to them? NOPE! not anymore! I am going to allow myself to enjoy dating and life the right way! so kiss and kiss I shall! besides, he is really sweet and great to be around! I'm really excited about later and I am even a little nervous! (guys don't EVER make me nervous!) unless I actually like them! maybe I really do! YAY! Journal, I have much more to say but I am sort of on a time constraint at the moment. I just wanted to write you because Jazzy never wants you to feel neglected! I have a few entries I shall put on here as soon as I'm done with my kissing marathon! YAY!
"I want you to know that I will forget you after this moment and never think of you again" ~ Danielle, Ever After
Dear Journal -
It isn't often that I like someone in a romantic way, so whenever the rare case does happen, I think I get a bit stuck on it, and it takes me a bit longer than usual to get over it. Maybe though, I am indeed normal and unlike most people that pretend they are over something by moving on to the next person and using that person to forget the person they are trying to get over, I instead embrace what I feel and deal with it, in order not to drag someone into a situation, where they might develop feelings for me yet to me they are just a rebound. While I did that in the past, I find that growing as a person and as and individual, has taught me that being honest to myself is the best policy. Yes it is true that I sometimes have feelings for two people simultaneously, and psychologically wise I did find out that it is possible to love two people at the same time, and while I didn't love two people at the same time, I did have romantic feelings for them both yet no one was saying what I wanted to hear, and maybe my honesty was my true enemy, in that by me telling the truth, I unintentionally pushed people away.
So I sat across from him the last time we spoke and he was having a slice of pizza, and although bringing myself back to that moment breaks my heart and tears are now rolling down my cheek, it is important for me to write about that day in order to move on for good. Yes I am human and things hurt me often, and I walk around being strong because I have no choice but too, but that doesn't mean that it isn't hard. So we sat there and he told me that he was sure I would find someone new to inspire me, and while I believe his statement to be true, I cannot deny that it isn't that easy for me to find it, and it isn't because I don't have opportunities sometimes, it's more because I am not open to it and I am not anxious for it and I have gotten used to this lonely life, yet not really lonely because I am always surrounded by so many wonderful friends who fulfill me in so many ways. So he says that to me and I explain to him that you have to be open to it, and that now I think I am.
Before that conversation started however walking to the pizzeria, he expresses to me that he does not want me to write about him anymore, "why can't you write about other things" he says. So I try explain that no one knows it's him and then he continues by giving me a name to call him in my next post about him, which clearly contradicts what he is telling me he wishes me to do. Am I to think that he was conflicted about who I was to him, as much as I was about who he was to me? I can only hope that if nothing else, I was someone kind, genuine and sincere with my thoughts and feelings for him and that anything that I ever said whether or not he found it upsetting, I only said it with a caring heart, never to hurt, or upset, or revenge whatever I couldn't get from him.
But it isn't that exact moment which brings me to write today this post, it isn't that at all. It is the last few exchanged words that stayed on my mind for the last 5 months, the last few words that he said to me, that really keep me wondering, what exactly about me was so scary? after a tight hug, he looked at me and told me that I had potential, that he saw it, but that I was "too crazy" and he "couldn't handle me" upon hearing those words, I was speechless, imagine someone telling you, that you are great, sort of, but that you are something to "be handled" and that handling you is difficult at best. As quick as I usually am, sometimes it takes a while for things to really dawn on me (5 months to be exact) and after thinking about it not everyday, but often enough, I couldn't help but to come up with a conclusion of my own interpretation of what that meant. And while to him it might of just been some words and after that day he has never thought about me again, to me those few words hurt me deeply.
What am I? am I just a thing to be handled? was I just a situation? just a person who is "crazy?" but is crazy not just a term people use to describe that which they do not understand? is it not a term to describe difference? because sometimes some people are not what you think they are supposed to be? and you can't find a category in which you can place them? so many things that you can't quite grasp them? and why is it that because someone is different, does someone feel they need to "handle them." What ever happened to giving someone the opportunity to just be? what about giving yourself the opportunity to think outside the box, to give yourself a chance to explore something different and new. And what happened to people being honest and saying maybe what they really think? he could of said so many other things like, You are too old for me (6 years to be exact) you are to different for me, you are not what I am looking for, I want children and marriage and you don't, you're too fat/skinny, you aren't smart enough, you like things that I don't and it would never work, I have things that I have to deal with because I am not well, I realized that I am in love with someone else. I don't know, there are so many things you can tell someone you led to believe that they were a friend, someone who treated you neighborly, someone who was always honest. So many things that sound better than... "I can't handle you, you are too crazy for me."
The worst part about this whole thing is that I have been told that by others in the past, my whole marriage I had to hear how I was too crazy and he couldn't "handle me" so it leads me to believe that maybe I am the problem, maybe I should allow men to "handle me" because it will make them feel more comfortable, maybe I should mold myself into this ideal of what a woman "should be" and suppress who I truly am because then maybe people will be happier and feel like they have some control. I have felt like I couldn't handle someone in the past and when I realized that I couldn't handle them, I realized that what that meant is that I didn't want to deal with who they were and that I had a choice of dealing with it or not and then I decided to deal with it but it was too late. So maybe by writing this post I just revealed to myself what he really meant and what he meant was that he didn't want to deal with me because I wasn't worth it and that is why after that last day we saw each other and gave each other a goodbye hug, he never again acknowledged my existence. Which leads me to believe that the one with the problem is not me, it's him. Yes I said very many things, but I said them trying to be helpful, and maybe sometimes people don't like to be told about themselves because it's scary, because we don't want to accept what we fail to see about ourselves. I never once in what I said ever ever said anything to i intentionally make him feel bad about himself, nor did I do it to hurt his feelings. If I ever said things it was because I truly cared for him, more so than what I thought that I did, more than I wanted to accept, more than I could almost handle. But if he would of given me a chance to be truly his friend and to truly exchange ideas about what we saw in each other as people, even he couldn't deny that we had potential, potential to have something wonderful, something real and awesome. It doesn't matter anymore, I have moved on with my life and am not sitting around waiting for anything or anyone, so after this post, I will finally leave it all behind me because a new year will be here soon and great things are coming my way. I also want to continue to try to be respectful of that which he asked of me without probably meaning it, and that was, for me to never write about him again...... As you wished..... This post is related to... http://jazzy-jazzysjournal.blogspot.com/2012/07/dear-journal-is-it-just-little-crush.html I leave you with... New Order - Bizarre Love Triangle http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uEBuqkkQRk
Dear Journal - Sometimes I think.... I don't really want to write everything everything everything that goes on in my mind, but then I think, I need to write it all! Someone ones told me that sometimes the way I wrote left her wondering exactly what it was that I was talking about, it was almost as if I was writing a subliminal message, almost if I am writing a "secret" message for the person who it is intended for, to be the only to understand it. Anyone else, would have to try to decipher through it to know what I am talking about. I told her that there were times that I wrote this way on purpose, because deep down I didn't want anyone else but that person to know, because if I wrote it so obvious that everyone could see it, then how would this be a personal thing to us, or to the person that I was sending the secret message to and that if she couldn't understand sometimes my entries, then I was doing a good job at trying to hide the truth and that made me feel happy. He used to send me subliminal messages, I know that he did.... remember him? http://jazzy-jazzysjournal.blogspot.com/2010/12/omg-my-first-blog-entry.html Benjamin. AW! did you think I had forgotten my old friend? never that. No I don't sit around and cry about him anymore or miss him the way I once did, but sure I remember him with warm loving thoughts, never hate, never anger, never that. This message isn't for him though, this message is actually for someone that I keep deep in my heart, very close to it, so close it sometimes hurts a whole lot. I am not really sure if he ever visits this journal, nor do I know if he will ever read this entry, but if he did, then this is what he would find out..... The last time we spoke with actual words and sounds it was on the day he celebrated his birth. After that things felt strange and we stopped speaking yet again. Today I went on his little piece of the world wide web and I stared at a picture of him, and my eyes got watery and I felt really sad. What is it about him that makes me feel this way? that is what I thought. Why is it you that makes me sad? and I stared and wondered why is it that he used to bad mouth the same space on the world wide web he now frequents? or is it that it is me he did not want to have a connection on there with? and if so, why would it ever even matter? for so long I was pushed away to the point that now I am shut down, buried deep in a sadness that I will not allow myself to feel and not even he would make me happy even, because I gave up on him. But I do not think I ever even tried, all I wanted was to know him, to partake in some way in his life, to be the friend that once upon a time we had been, to share ideas and words and laughter. What is it about me that he can't handle? or is it I the one with the problem and I don't want to accept it? So I continued to stare at the picture and only sad thoughts filled my head. But I wanted to keep looking, because seeing that made me feel sad and a little better all at once, to know that for a moment on the same day he was there too in that same piece of the artificially created world and that meant that he was alive, somewhere in this real world, the one we all walk around in. I am starting a new chapter of this thing called my life really soon, and everything from the past there I will leave it. Don't come near me By: Jazzy Don't come near me I will kill you with my anger, don't come near me I will kill you with my pain, don't come near me I will stab you with my dirty looks, don't come near me I will take you back again.......
I pulled I tugged, I tried but failed! I even tried to cast a spell!
But all is well, I will excel!
I'll let him keep the key, because forever he, will have a very special piece of me.
I will keep him in my memory, and send him much mental love and positive energy, and grant him what he's been wishing, for so long the same words he said but I didn't listen.
But the time has finally come, so I'll leave it all behind and I'll leave him with the key for all eternity, because forever he, will have a little piece of me.
Keep the key for I have sealed the chamber that it opens.....
Dear Journal: A few months back, like maybe at the end of September or so, I had made up with my friend of three years (BK) and he and I were happy friends for about a month. http://jazzy-jazzysjournal.blogspot.com/2013/09/cause-youre-good-girl-and-you-know-it.html It was really great at first because it felt like he and I had never stopped talking, and also like things between us had not changed, I thought he had matured and that he and I could hang out and be cool with one another, but unfortunately he claimed that I was desperate to sleep with him (not true) and that he could no longer be my friend according to him, because of that reason. Journal, when he told me this, I CURSED THE SHIT OUT OF HIM! YES! I know cursing whether it be mentally cursing someone out or actually doing so is not very nice! I KNOW that! I still have anger issues that I need to work on, but journal, to my defense I was livid! to think that "my friend" would say such a thing! like ok yes I did mention to him that I would have sex with him again because I still found him attractive, and yes there were some residual feelings that I had from the past that resurfaced the first time we hung out. For example, the day he and I went to the movies and he told me how he and his ex girlfriend had went away on vacation I will not deny that I was jealous, I even told him how I felt, and I felt that way because three years ago when he and I had some sort of something, we talked about how cool it would be to go away together. But being jealous for a moment about something ridiculous, did not mean that I was in love with him or that I wanted to be with him or that I had any new or existing feelings for him. I don't know how else to explain that in my life, feelings are a moment to moment thing, I CANNOT and WILL NOT be in love with someone who is not giving me any reason to be in love with them, like honestly why would I be in love with someone who isn't giving me love! I'm not THAT desperate. So, when he said this to me about me wanting to sleep with him and him not feeling comfortable I guess about it, I WAS LIVID! and I cursed him out and then he responded that he was glad I was showing him my true colors. UM..... he got cursed out three years ago, so what "true colors" exactly he was referring to I am not quite sure. I mean honestly, I was actually quite nicer this time when I cursed him out than last. And then of course I had to let him know that if there is one person I think about on a daily basis at least once a day, it's AJ, so he need not be worried about me "wanting him so bad" how ridiculous can one person be! jeez! I know that I didn't feel romantically attached to him when he and I went to the beach and watched the sunset, and it didn't feel romantic, I didn't want to kiss him or hold him tight or any of that, it was just really nice being there with someone I know loves me as a person and knows me for who I really am, even though according to him I was trying to "sleep with him" which is totally untrue! the night we watched the sunset at the beach he was drunk and I could of used that as an excuse to try to kiss him or something and I had no intention at throwing myself at someone, I don't ever want to ruin a friendship over some bullshit like sex, I can get sex from someone else, why would I ruin something genuine, like friendship love, only for sex, especially if he didn't pursue what I mentioned, it wasn't that serious and it was just a comment that didn't matter as much as he might of thought it did. The problem is that people sometimes don't understand that to me sex is just a thing, it's not the thing, it isn't what makes something special, I am not a young woman that can't differentiate one thing from another. (People need to understand that when they say no to me, no to me means no! I don't have hope, I told you journal that I learned from my mistakes and that I take people's words for face value, if you tell me no, no means no! end of story. Anyway, we obviously stopped talking again after I cursed him the fuck out, but I obviously think of him often and sort of miss at least knowing how he is doing. I had written him this really cool poem (while we were still talking) that I sent him and he told me he liked, but then when I went to look for it to put it on here I could not find it, this made me really sad because I write my poems based on impulse and feeling. I can't recover the poem, but I do remember some of it (sort of), so without further a due, below is an attempt at remembering the poem I wrote for BK. I wrote it one night when we went to Times Square and had a great time. A Moment in Times Square By Jazzy. In the middle of Times Square we both stood and stared, all the lights and people surrounding us there yet in that moment it felt like the sea of souls were not even there, it was a moment of you and me a moment of happy to be, friends forever we will be. We spoke of our passions and what we would be, we decided that day that together forever we'd be, true friendship is what we both felt, and there on that night we would prevail. In the middle of times square a moment we shared, in the midst of the lights a moment of time, and people would pass and people would stare, and everyone knew that to us they weren't there, it was us two in the midst of that zoo, the zoo called New York that everyone knew. And time seemed to stop but the moment didn't last, but together forever, and ever we'll be, because what we share is a friendship so deep, that time will come and time will go, but in our hearts we will always know, that I trust you and you trust me and forever and ever our friendship will be, a unique special bond that no one will ever get and no matter what happens we will never forget, that special moment that day in Times Square that love that forever in friendship we'll share. The end.
"you should never give yourself a chance to fall apart because, when you do, it becomes a tendency and it happens over and over again. You must practice staying strong, instead." - Elizabeth Gilbert
Dear Journal:
It pleases me to inform you that I am writing you on real time, meaning that I am writing to you about the events of last evening, because I had a dream about it and woke up feeling really happy/weird. Ok so let me get to it. A few months ago I was on one of the dating sites that I stay on and I don't know if I sent a message or he sent a message but I briefly spoke to this man who was really cute. About 6 feet tall, slim, shadow beard, blue eyes, full lips! OH MY! so I spoke to him but I don't ever take anyone serious nor do I honestly care whether I ever meet anyone or not because I am just honestly too busy to worry about men right now. Still, I stay on these sites to stay "social." OK, so months go by I don't remember why but I never spoke to him again, life went on I completely forgot about him, and then the other day I was going through a bit of an emotional turmoil and I decided that I needed to go out on a date! go out there, meet some guy, kiss, hug, who knows maybe even have sex!!! OH MY GOD! so I was going through pictures on one of the dating sites and I see this guy and I send him a message.... the message read... cute! ;) and that was all I wrote, it was an impulsive message, meaning that I saw the pic thought he was handsome and sent the message. I forgot all about it and later that day I get a message from him, and I was like holly shit! I forgot about this. So he sends me this message and tells me how he remembers me and how we had spoken before and I'm reading it going.... WE DID? so I'm looking over his pictures again and I'm like holy molly we did!! and so I write back and on his response he's like, hey would you like to get together this weekend? at first I was like... UGH! do I really want to be bothered with people right now? but then I thought, why not, I haven't been out on a date in such a long time, so I told him I would love to, and we made plans for last night (Sat. Nov. 23). DATING PRESSURE! So I have been watching what I eat because my doctor told me to watch my cholesterol levels, so I haven't had pizza in a while and I LOVE PIZZA! so yesterday after I went to the dentist to get my teeth cleaned (I need to take care of my pearly whites!) I went to get some pizza with my daughter and the pizza did not agree with my stomach so I was in severe pain after (the runs! I KNOW! too much info.!) but I was so sick and I felt like throwing up so I kept thinking that maybe going on a date under those conditions was not such a good idea. After consulting with my beautiful niece and step mom they told me that I should drink something for my stomach and go out! so, I decided to move forward. I got home and had a whole argument with my niece and step mom about what I should wear because I don't date and why should I wear heels when I don't usually and why do I have to look good or extra nice, I don't care what this person is going to think and yada yada yada and then decided that if I was going to go meet a man, whether I would end up liking him or not, (I never like anyone) I still wanted to at least try, I mean I am a sweat pants, sneaker, pony tail type of woman so yes, doing my hair and wearing some make-up is extra work in my book. But every now and then I get in the mood to change i t up, and I will wear some make up or whatever, depends on my mood. So I decided to wear my red blouse which has a v neck collar and I straightened my hair which is growing so it's about shoulder length right now, so it looked really nice, and then I also put some mascara on to bring out my eyes and I wore some jeans and high heel boots, I think I looked.... cute. My stomach was also starting to feel better, so I took off to meet my date, I sent him a message to tell him that I was running a little late and he said no worries, let's meet at 8p.m. instead of 7:30 and he gave me the address of the place we were meeting and I went on my merry way with my boots that sort of hurt, but looking cute non the less to impress someone that I probably wasn't going to care if I saw ever again! (so I thought!) I get to the place and he isn't there and it is freezing outside so I send him a message and tell him that I am there, but that I will be waiting for him at the book store across the street because it's really cold out. This is the second message I send him and he isn't responding, and all of a sudden I get this feeling like.... OMG! what if he saw me from far and left! (insert sad face!) and I'm now in the book store and I'm thinking, this is so wrong! I can't believe this is happening to me, why isn't he responding?????? so I go to the kids books section and I'm like, fuck it! if he doesn't show I will buy my daughter a book and go home, so I am standing at the kids section and I look up towards the entrance to the store and I see this tall slender guy looking around and our eyes meet and.... HUGE SMILES FROM BOTH OF US! IT WAS AWESOME! we recognized each other right away, because of our pictures and we began to walked up to each other, not knowing if we were supposed to hug or hand shake or what, so I shook his hand and introduced myself as If we were on a business meeting and we walked out, I thought at first that he didn't find me attractive, so I was like, well, whatever! I will hang out with him go home and nothing is lost! So we walk back towards the place we were initially going to go, but then it is really crowded so he is like, well... do you want to grab a beer instead? and in my mind I'm like OH NO! THE RUNS! (insert sad face) we were initially going to go get coffee and dessert (although I was going to get tea and no dessert due to my situation...runs!) So after he asks me if I want a beer, I'm like... well... I am driving so I can't drink! (I really wanted to be like... um... I have the runs and I can't really drink because then I will end up in the toilet!) but I wasn't going to tell him that DUH! so he was like oh yeah I understand and I was like, but I can get a seltzer water! THANK GOD FOR SELTZER! so we get to the place and he got me some seltzer water and we sat down and we talked and talked and talked!!! (IT WAS AWESOME!) he is sooooooo damn cool! we talked about history, math, astronomy, culture, music, (he plays the guitar! YAY) food (he cooks! YAY!) we talked about his family, my family and then he got closer to me and we shared a delicious kiss!!!! WOOO HOOO!!!! OMG!!!! THOSE LIPS!!! :D After we kissed I told him that I didn't think he liked me and he told me that he thought I was absolutely the cutest most adorable thing ever! he kept telling me that he loved my big brown eyes and how he thought my hair looked so pretty! I was completely putty in his hands! I know that all that stuff seems so cheesy, but I could tell he was being genuine, like he wasn't saying that to get me into bed (or maybe he was but I don't care! he has some real good game dammit!) And he was really respecful even up to the point of the kiss, like a real gentlemen, I think he was just being sweet. Of course I couldn't stop telling him how cute I thought he was either! because he is just TOO DAMN CUTE! AND... he is only 5 years younger than I am so it's awesome! I'm finally attracting men closer to my age which makes me soooooooooooooo happy! After like another hour or so of talking and making out in front of everyone total public display of affection (loved it!) he walked me to my car and when we got to my car I wanted so bad to hug him and so he pulled me close to him (it was freezing out!) and he wrapped his hands around my waist and I wrapped my hands around his neck (so awesome!) and then we stood there in the freezing cold making out like two crazy teenagers in love! IT WAS AWESOME!!!! OMG! I forget sometimes that I am still ALIVE DAMMIT! that I still miss those things, that I can still like people, that people have to be let go off, that if only I give others a chance I might be blown away, that I HAVE TO LET PEOPLE GO! and that if only I make an effort I can do this! I CAN DO THIS! I can be intimate and I can like someone and I can feel appreciated. The last thing he said to me before I left which is probably one of the nicest things any man has ever said to me was. He said "OMG! I can see myself introducing you to all of my friends and waking up next to you, you are so naturally beautiful! I bet even with morning breath you are still a sight!" and when he told me that I felt so flattered and at the same time I felt a little sick to my stomach at the thought of waking up next to a man, what has happened to me? how can I make this happen and be ok? I have to do it a few times until I get it right, and even if this guy ends up being not as great as he appears at first sight, I HAVE to give myself a chance, I have to get out there and wake up next to a few people until I find someone that I want to wake up next to for the next few years or whatever. I need to open up to the possibility of love, true love. About an hour after I left he sent me a message and told me he would love to see me again, so I am seeing him again next weekend! (I KNOW!) I can 't wait! So journal, I am sharing this story because this is me trying, trying to be a normal woman, a woman that let's go of people that tell her that they don't feel for her, what she might feel for them, a woman that let's go of people that push her away from their lives. I have to learn to LET GO and keep it moving the way I said I would years ago. I deserve a chance to be loved and be in a normal relationship with someone awesome, someone who can play the guitar! and if it isn't this person, then someone else, but at least I am going to now TRY... without fucking it up! Wish me luck!
Written on November 16, 2013 Birthday Poem By: Jazzy To hear your voice makes me weak, to speak to you makes me feel complete. I try so hard to keep you far, but in my heart here you are, deep inside like no other, and to me you're number one, the bluest sky my shinning star. I love you now for how long who knows? I love you now and so you should know, that on your birthday you're in my thoughts. Happy this day when you were born, happy this day my love was born, how can I thank the universe? Yes yes the day is finally here, the one you celebrate only once a year! Happy happy happy this day! I wish I could give you my warm embrace! And shower you with a thousand kisses and show you why I'm always missing, my lovely friend how I love you so! Happy Birthday to you may you have a million more...
My LOVE is dormant, I put it to sleep while you don't love me. My love is dormant, I put it to sleep because you still don't know me. My love is dormant, I put it to sleep because you don't see it. My love is dormant, it's fast asleep in the depths of me. No one will have it, for it is yours whenever you want it. Just come and get it, open it up you will never regret it. It has your name on it, gold plated adorned with roses. My love is dormant, no one can get it, it is yours only. My love is dormant. Seated Woman by: George Seurat
Poem: Thought I let you know By: Jazzy I don't know how to let you go, so I thought I would let you know, that in my heart forever you. I had imagined a thousand kisses, and your touch that I never had I'm always missing. How sweet would a kiss have been and I wouldn't have known where to begin, to feel you're touch is what I yearned, to smell you're scent and hear you moan. I think in you're arms is where I belong. For you to desire me is what I wanted, to be your everything was all I was asking. I don't know how to let you go, so I thought I would let you know.
It is 9:26 a.m. and I am on the train on my way to work. I am thinking of you and so I had to take out my phone and begin to tell you. Journal, there will never be a time when I will deny you of my true feelings, of my deepest thoughts of my wildest dreams.
And on my ride to work I think of them both. What of them? And I keep telling myself, that which I heard on the audio book the four agreements by: don Miguel Ruiz, I keep thinking of what he says when he says life is too short to miss anything or anyone, and although I agree, I can't help but to feel it, or rather, I don't know how to control it.... How do I master this moment in time, this space, this place, this now?
My heart yearns for both, and although it yearns for one more than the other, it would please me even just to know that they are well. Am I selfish in wanting them both? In believing that I should have one? And if I had the choice would I regret the choice I make? And if I made a choice would I always wonder? What happened journal? When did all this happen? When did I become a person that isn't in Love? This is so foreign. I remember only always thinking about one and one person only, and now, I think of a few. There is someone I sort of like, I met him online early this year. Writing about someone to me is very serious business, If I wrote about every single male that I come across in some sort of way, then I would have too much bullshit to write about, I don't mean to sound like I'm so amazingly awesome, but I meet people all the time and yes the majority of them are online, but I meet men in person sometimes. I met a guy last night on my ride home, he was cute, but I'm not really interested in people romantically at this moment, I am on a different mission right now, I will tell you all about that mission on another occasion.
Anywho, I met this one guy last Feb on Plenty of Fish. and he seemed really cool. I will make this story short. When the time came for me to meet him in person, I was sort of hesitant because I didn't really think he was interested in me enough, so I decided to meet someone else instead (who is also awesome) anyway, I didn't get to meet him and sort of forgot about it and one day I thought about him for some random reason and I sent him a message, he responded and told me how he was now in love... WHAT!??? So.... I congratulated him partly jealous and then he told me he was going to be in my town and so I asked to meet him, WELL! not only did I meet him, he and I hit it off REALLY well! I even met his girlfriend! (Insert a hater smiley here!) ok, so she's cute and all, but I know that had I met him when I originally had the opportunity, he might be loving me! I was annoyed at myself but it's cool, we are friends and I'm cool with that....
Anyway, he is in a long distance relationship and those are HARD! And it's not a long distance state to state situation, it's long distance other continent situation, so who knows, life happens! I'm not sitting around waiting for miracles though, and I definitively want him to be happy, so I would never ever ever express to him my interest in him, but I just think this is a lesson to me that when you fucking snooze, you fucking LOOSE! UGH! That was supposed to be mine dammit! Ha!
So yea, I think of random people on a daily basis, but there are two that just kind of linger, and I just remind myself every time I get sad about it, that they weren't really my friends and that life is to short to miss anything or anyone!
Life is good! NOTE: as of today, I already spoke to one of the two people I think of often, as a side note, he is the one I care for most, so much so, that if I could, I would be with him! he is really tall and thin and amazing! I miss him everyday. I leave you now with my youngest sons' and my favorite song...(I don't really ever have a favorite! I love all music!) Daft Punk - Instant Crush ttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r83_iyO4rhI
Dear Journal: While my romantic life has been completely non existing in the last several months, I still manage to find inspiration some way some how to write a poem or two when I get a chance. While I am not really good at writing made up short stories and my imagination isn't one to want to go and explore different made up fantasies to amuse people, I think that my passion for writing is best described as a passion of sharing what is deep in me and expressing myself in words. So, no I don't have someone in my life currently that makes me want to sit and write countless poems, but I do have several people that have touched me in such a way, that a brief encounter with them that might have been completely insignificant to him, brought me to tears and the next thing I knew, the words were spilling out of me and onto my journal with no problem, no thought almost and no expectation. This poem was inspired by someone who was in my life (sort of) a few years ago. I wrote about him in the past, I had secret conversations with him http://jazzy-jazzysjournal.blogspot.com/2011/06/secret-conversations.html I had a brief encounter with him a few weeks ago and I wrote this poem. I haven't been able to post it because I have been so busy! but.... busy doesn't stop me from doing something that I love...... writing to you journal! Silent Moments By: Jazzy
I didn’t imagine moments, I didn’t make up time, I didn’t
see things that weren’t there, because those moments were really ours. For days and nights I missed you, for days
and nights it hurt, for days and nights I wished you, but then the hurt took hold.And then I deleted you and then I felt like I
defeated you, and sometimes I would wonder what if you could have been mine.
Nights went nights came, mornings went, mornings came,
afternoons came and afternoons went and in my heart you still remained, away
tucked so deep in the hurt, away tuck so deep in the pain, away tucked so deep
in the anger, away tucked so deep in the brain. And then one day you looked up at me and in that moment I did believe,
that I didn’t imagine moments and I didn’t make up time, I didn’t see things
that weren’t there because those moments were really ours. And I hated you I really didn’t, and I hated
you I really couldn’t, I kept you buried deep deep inside, because you were
just to hard to find. But ever so often
our eyes would meet and in those moments I still believed, that in our minds we
both always knew, that we didn’t imagine moments, we didn’t make up time, we
didn’t see things that weren’t there, because those moments really were ours.
