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Oceanjames
37 / M / Straight / Seeing someone
London, United Kingdom
His journal posts
Now
Apr 12, 2009
I guess there's a time to be lost before direction is found.
Knowing a path leads to wrong places, yet been walking along, it
takes time to reverse... I value your companionship and support
when we were sharing the same dreams and goals, and miss you when
we're walking in different directions. I know how precious the time
was when we share the same destination, but I also learned the
importance of not losing myself even when I'm in a very comfortable
and desirable situation of being with you.. I guess there are lots
of things that I can learn and grow.. You won't believe how vividly
I still remember our time in Leeds. 5 years on, I still remember so
many details, the flat, grass, loads of grafiti in houses there,
all seems positively memorable.
Our memories together give me support when I'm down and feeling alone. I socialise and communicate, yet I know there are parts of me that only you have ever been. The depth of our time together, makes me aware that there are parts of a person that the other can never touch and learn in a short moment. I think my understanding of the meaning of love evolves as we stay together. It will never be the same in that when I get on well with a person, I know there is still so much to learn...
Thank you
Our memories together give me support when I'm down and feeling alone. I socialise and communicate, yet I know there are parts of me that only you have ever been. The depth of our time together, makes me aware that there are parts of a person that the other can never touch and learn in a short moment. I think my understanding of the meaning of love evolves as we stay together. It will never be the same in that when I get on well with a person, I know there is still so much to learn...
Thank you
This Path
Feb 20, 2009
This path
Walked down that path,
alone with mud on my soul...
Together we walked,
yards and miles,
days, months and years,
alone now I go.
Passing the valleys,
flowers in abundance,
scent to senses
from the buds captured in vases,
whisper in my ears
passing of days and nights
touches of your hands in my hands
lips of yours and my lips,
gazes of our eyes
Flashes fad and beauty remains
Walking down this path
Alone with my soul
Walked down that path,
alone with mud on my soul...
Together we walked,
yards and miles,
days, months and years,
alone now I go.
Passing the valleys,
flowers in abundance,
scent to senses
from the buds captured in vases,
whisper in my ears
passing of days and nights
touches of your hands in my hands
lips of yours and my lips,
gazes of our eyes
Flashes fad and beauty remains
Walking down this path
Alone with my soul