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For those of us coping with relationships of any kind:

 

How far would you go to attain even just a little bit of comfort and peace?

 

Would you seek the person out? Would you be honest? Would you be hurtful? Would you get drunk? Would you gamble? Would you go to psychics? What, what?

 

How far would you go?

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For those of us coping with relationships of any kind:

 

How far would you go to attain even just a little bit of comfort and peace?

 

Would you seek the person out? Would you be honest? Would you be hurtful? Would you get drunk? Would you gamble? Would you go to psychics? What, what?

 

How far would you go?

 

All of the above except transpose strippers for psychics and delete gambling and add bubble hash and a half pack a day habit and an addiction to LS

 

Hopefully I can delete a few from my list and add exercise and academic success in the next six months

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Are you talking about past relationships (i.e. ex-bf/ex-gf)?

 

Clenched onto the love I once received, only to manifest itself into the person I am today. Experience love again, is the reincarnation of my past sorrows. That's how it is for me.

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Oh, wow. That's beautiful, S&W.

 

But that's so far away from me that I'm having trouble processing what you just said. :confused: Oh my.

 

I think I'm going to go call a psychic now.

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Hi,

 

How far would you go to attain even just a little bit of comfort and peace?

I drove a thousand miles to look at him for an hour with the binoculars.

 

(He was sitting at his computer by the window, I could see him as if he were three feet away ;) )

 

Ariadne

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Hi,

 

How far would you go to attain even just a little bit of comfort and peace?

I drove a thousand miles to look at him for an hour with the binoculars.

 

(He was sitting at his computer by the window, I could see him as if he were three feet away ;) )

 

Ariadne

 

:eek: :eek: :eek:

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I drove a thousand miles to look at him for an hour with the binoculars.

 

 

I'm torn between shock and admiration. Wow. And this is the Denver guy, right?

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I drove a thousand miles to look at him for an hour with the binoculars.

 

 

Wow....just wow....reminds me of the shower seen in Psycho....i can hear that shrieking violin noise now...

 

But kidding aside, I can understand how much you can feel for another person...unrequited love suxs....still, i wouldn't go to this extent ever...lol

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You seem so magical to me, Ariadne.

 

I could never muster the guts to do that!

 

I'm far too much of a chicken. Sigh.

 

So, how far would you go, Silent? Backwards?

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I've learned not to go a centimeter to gain any comfort from her. It's not that I don't love her or wish I could put things together. But I can't. So I won't go. She probably feels the same way. Maybe there's a bit of tragedy in that.

 

I'd go to a counselor, if I thought it would help, but I know that won't.

 

I'd go to family or friends, but they have problems of their own. And they don't know the magic words and I've given up on them. Often what they say is just what I don't need to hear.

 

I'd love to find a new girl to make my next ex, but I haven't met a good candidate.

 

I feel awful when I allow feelings of self-hate and self-blame to creep in. When I focus on what I could have done and forget I tried everything I could.

 

I go for a run or a hike or I do something I care about. I post smartass posts here. I'm in a holding pattern. Something will happen (hopefully good) to get me out of it.

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I'd love to find a new girl to make my next ex, but I haven't met a good candidate.

 

Why are you dooming it so soon?

 

 

 

Maybe there's a bit of tragedy in that.

 

I wonder what is more tragic: The situation itself, or the letting it become it.

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Oh,

 

I would have done the same. Why didn't you leave a note under his door?

 

I left him a red rose, with a black ribbon (like in the Phantom of the Opera)

 

He knew it was me, because I'd sign the emails with a rose,

 

Ariadne

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I feel awful when I allow feelings of self-hate and self-blame to creep in.

 

Why would you have those feelings? Your'e not me.

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Oh,

 

I would have done the same. Why didn't you leave a note under his door?

 

I left him a red rose, with a black ribbon (like in the Phantom of the Opera)

 

He knew it was me, because I'd sign the emails with a rose,

 

Ariadne

 

Wow Ariadne. Have you seen Fatal Attraction ?

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You, know--I wonder how much you are in love with the Denver guy, and how much you are in love with love and the idea of what it's supposed to be like.

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You, know--I wonder how much you are in love with the Denver guy, and how much you are in love with love and the idea of what it's supposed to be like.

 

man there's so much truth in statements such as the ones above. It's a very fine line between actually being IN LOVE and being in love with the idea of being in love. I'm sometimes wondering whether or not I've ever truly been in love with a person, or merely in love with the ideals they brought with them (you know, marriage, happiness, companionship, etc)

 

Jennifer

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Oh,

 

I would have done the same. Why didn't you leave a note under his door?

 

I left him a red rose, with a black ribbon (like in the Phantom of the Opera)

 

He knew it was me, because I'd sign the emails with a rose,

 

Ariadne

 

A classic tale of tears of the heart.

 

If this was my scene, I would have left a drop of my blood.

The blood that ran through my veins, when my love was strongest.

 

(I know, Ariadne)

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man there's so much truth in statements such as the ones above. It's a very fine line between actually being IN LOVE and being in love with the idea of being in love. I'm sometimes wondering whether or not I've ever truly been in love with a person, or merely in love with the ideals they brought with them (you know, marriage, happiness, companionship, etc)

 

Jennifer

 

Yeah, I agree. There's no way I could be stupid enought to really have loved that woman.

 

But then again I've been offered love and turned it down. I think it's possible to be a finicky romantic.

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man there's so much truth in statements such as the ones above. It's a very fine line between actually being IN LOVE and being in love with the idea of being in love. I'm sometimes wondering whether or not I've ever truly been in love with a person, or merely in love with the ideals they brought with them (you know, marriage, happiness, companionship, etc)

 

Jennifer

 

I'm sure that some love has to be affixed to those ideals, if those are the things we want and are the things we think will make us happy.

 

As how as how to discern between merely loving the ideal or loving the person, well, I would close my eyes and think about, for example, marriage: I would be happily married.

 

But who's the face on the body?

 

For me, that would be the guy I loved because he stands out so much from the rest, that in my heart I would truly believe that in order to be able to say "I'm happily married," I would have to have him by my side. If not him, then I would simply say, "I'm married."

 

Yeah, something like that.

 

But what do I know?

 

And S&W, oh my gosh! Between you and Ariadne and this song . . . eesh. Sigh.

 

Sometimes I wonder: If you truly love someone, is it more courageous and truthful to pursue and fight for them or to let go? Do only the ones whom are afraid let go?

 

Of course, this wouldn't apply to those to let go because they have moved on, but to the rest . . . hmm.

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Hi,

 

If this was my scene, I would have left a drop of my blood.

The blood that ran through my veins, when my love was strongest.

 

I did that for some other guy.

 

I cut myself and drew blood on a piece of paper and left it on the windshield of his car.

 

Just a paper with blood :love:

 

Ariadne

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