No I don't own these characters. They belong to a genius of a man, and a very sexy one at that, Kevin Smith. I love you Kevin. :o)
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What happens when you're in love? Shit. Shit happens. Always something, or someone comes along to screw things up. I mean, how often is it that you find that one person you want to spend forever with? And that person wants to be with you forever too? Even rarer.
God, there were so many nights I'd just sit by the phone, staring at it. I was hoping Holden would call, or hoping I'd have the courage to call him. What are you supposed to do when your boyfriend wants a three-way, just because he can't deal with your past?
I'm a little glad he didn't call. What would I have said? Would I have stuck to my convictions or just thrown them all away to come running back into his arms?
I thought I was in love a long time ago, after I got over Caitlin. There have only been two times when I didn't have to question my love, and that was with her and Holden. I've since learned when I have to think about it, it's not love.
The only other man i ever envisioned myself with was Shannon Hamilton. But he was like Jekyll and Hyde. He took me shopping in all the stores I wanted to shop in. He took me out to eat all the time. We even went to an opera. It was perfect.
After I agreed to let him video tape us... well, he became evil incarnate. He acted like someone I didn't know.
Holden reminded me of Shannon at first, which is why I was hesitant to be with him. But he never showed something I didn't recognize. He was sweet, kind, and loving.
And I don't care anymore. All I can think of is Holden. And I've gone back to women but it doesn't matter because I know I'm never going to fall in love again. He was the one. I know that now. I just don't want to fall for another man. It's bad enough I see him in all the girlfriends I've had since.
Conflict of interest and feelings. The last time I saw him, he told me to call him, you know, tell him what I thought of his apology in print. I said I would. I would've rather jumped across that table and into his arms, dragged him out of that con and into a hotel or something. I read his comic, and I loved it. But I never called.
Is this right? I don't know. He's the only one I want to be with, and I *know* he feels the same way. Why am I torturing myself by torturing him? Why does what I say have to be taken so literally by him? It's hard being in love. Cause shit always messes things up.
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What happens when you're in love? Shit. Shit happens. Always something, or someone comes along to screw things up. I mean, how often is it that you find that one person you want to spend forever with? And that person wants to be with you forever too? Even rarer.
God, there were so many nights I'd just sit by the phone, staring at it. I was hoping Holden would call, or hoping I'd have the courage to call him. What are you supposed to do when your boyfriend wants a three-way, just because he can't deal with your past?
I'm a little glad he didn't call. What would I have said? Would I have stuck to my convictions or just thrown them all away to come running back into his arms?
I thought I was in love a long time ago, after I got over Caitlin. There have only been two times when I didn't have to question my love, and that was with her and Holden. I've since learned when I have to think about it, it's not love.
The only other man i ever envisioned myself with was Shannon Hamilton. But he was like Jekyll and Hyde. He took me shopping in all the stores I wanted to shop in. He took me out to eat all the time. We even went to an opera. It was perfect.
After I agreed to let him video tape us... well, he became evil incarnate. He acted like someone I didn't know.
Holden reminded me of Shannon at first, which is why I was hesitant to be with him. But he never showed something I didn't recognize. He was sweet, kind, and loving.
And I don't care anymore. All I can think of is Holden. And I've gone back to women but it doesn't matter because I know I'm never going to fall in love again. He was the one. I know that now. I just don't want to fall for another man. It's bad enough I see him in all the girlfriends I've had since.
Conflict of interest and feelings. The last time I saw him, he told me to call him, you know, tell him what I thought of his apology in print. I said I would. I would've rather jumped across that table and into his arms, dragged him out of that con and into a hotel or something. I read his comic, and I loved it. But I never called.
Is this right? I don't know. He's the only one I want to be with, and I *know* he feels the same way. Why am I torturing myself by torturing him? Why does what I say have to be taken so literally by him? It's hard being in love. Cause shit always messes things up.
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