This woman is amazing

What a great and perfect voice for such a sad and emotional song.

"The Tryst" Azam Ali
Lyrics:
In the tumult of youth
I forgot about your promise
Of our tryst
My love for life overflowed
In the death of your splendor
And now as I make haste
Towards my own death
My pride breaks
Under its own weight
The clamor of truth
Beats steadily in my breast
As your love
Tears into the sheath of my pain
The sin is mine
And I weep at my unworthiness
To tend to your garden

If only you understood what you had done Steve.
If only you would let me mend.

I Love you. <-- youtube link to song. You won't be disappointed.

I'll always remember...

I'll always remember how we use to be.
I remember early on, you'd suddenly switch pitches when you spoke to me. It was one of the signs. Geologeeee became my favorite word ever after you said it. You were so cute.
I remember our walks in the snow, and when we gave the tree a fashion sense by fitting it with some frosty buttons. I remember us sitting on the park bench holding hands and making fun of french people.
I remember how you told me your throat hurt and asked me if I had made you sick. You weren't sick, that was one of the signs, and we knew it.
I remember when we went up to the computers on the fourth floor and we googled "How to know when a guy likes you" and you showed all the signs. We laughed our asses off that day and we had so much fun. We were online for about 2 hours and it felt like the silliest and greatest 2 hours of my life.
I remember when I took the train with you and I refused to leave your side, even when I had to go. I held your hand and I put my head on your shoulder. You felt so warm, it was like you were on fire. Your skin was always cold and I asked you what it was, you told me it was one of the signs. I remember thinking back then that I'd do anything to feel that again.
I remember you walking me to my statistics class and I was so excited to be with you that I ended up not going to class anyway.
I remember that time when we ran to my statistics class holding hands. We howled in laughter because I was late.
I remember you pulling me aside so you could speak to me, I loved that, even when we were friends. I felt so close with you, I felt so connected.
I'll always remember how much I missed you when you left, and how happy I was when you came back. I'll always remember that feeling of never wanting to lose you again...and now I've lost you again.
I'll always remember that walk in the rain with you, it was pouring and we were the only ones stupid enough to walk into the park. We were drenched. I was so happy.
I'll always remember that day when I walked with you in the park and we had walked around for hours. We were tired but I was so elated to be with you. Then you said you had to leave...and I'll remember that same pain every time I saw you. I hated it when you had to leave. You made me so incredibly happy.
I remember that time when i was mad at you and I told you I didn't want to see you...I lied. I always want to see you. Anyway, You got me to give up my tough girl act after you told me you were nose bleeding. I didn't believe you at first...and then you sent me a picture of your bloody napkin and I busted out laughing. I asked you if you were OK, and you came out to see me that day. I love you.
I remember the last time we took the train together... We fell asleep on each other. I rested on your shoulder and you let your head drop every few seconds and picked it back up again. It was a real treat watching you. I'd open my eyes every 10 seconds or so to kiss you on the jaw. I don't think you noticed. I never wanted to lose that moment.
This list can go on and on and on....
You truly made me happy, and now you've let me go. I hate being without you.
I miss you. I miss us. I love you and I loved us. If there isn't anything I can do to get that back then...I'll just have to accept it.

He answered.

He answered to my email in a text. My long and thought out email was answered in just 10 words: "I saw it. I'm still sticking with my decision." I asked to expand on that and he wouldn't. I guess that's it. There's nothing else I can do. I'm going to take some time off for myself, maybe a week or two...maybe up to a month. I'll keep updating because I'm going to be thinking a lot during this time off. Chuck isn't happy about it, but then again, I can't be happy with him while knowing that I'm in love with someone else. It isn't fair to him, It isn't right. I told him this and he doesn't want me to leave. I have to though. I have to do it for him and myself.
Yester-night was a good night. I didn't have a dream about Steve, I thought about him once or twice...but I didn't have a gut wrenching dream about him. That was a good start to the day. Usually I wake up from dreams of him and I when we were back together and it always hurts so badly. It ruins the rest of my day, where the only thing I can do is mope, and cry, and think about him. Today might be a good day. I might be able to think about something else for a change.
Fact is, he is being kind of selfish. He knows I'm going through a lot, and even if he's going through a lot as well, shouldn't he be concerned about me like I am about him? It doesn't seem like he is. He's just too absorbed in his own misery. Idiot.
There isn't a thing I can do, and I can't keep forcing myself to wait around for him. Though, If i allow myself to, it would be until the end of the world, and that isn't fair to me. So, I'll take some time off to think about things. Hopefully I can forget about him, and hopefully I can love Chuck again. I should be more upset, but I'm not as upset as yesterday. I have to move on; There's a whole world out there for me. If Steve isn't apart of it, there's nothing I can do. I'd love to be with him again as his romantic partner, I'll even be happy as his friend. Having some sort of connection with him, at any level would make me happy at this point. He isn't talking to me. He doesn't want to. There's nothing I can do. Some time off will do me some good.
I love you ,"Steve". If you choose to lose me again, I'll just have to continue on without you. You were my everything.

If you were lonely..

If you were lonely
and you told me so,
I'd be there in a second's notice
You were lonely
but I didn't know

If you were hurt,
when you let me go,
I would have come back to rescue you
You were hurt
but I didn't know

If you had loved me,
even if It were brief
I would be holding you still,
If you loved me
I wouldn't have let you leave.

I faded into you, though you've forgotten.

It's not great...but it was for you...

remember this?

It's a youtube link.

I wish you had dared.

T.S. Eliot (1888–1965). Prufrock and Other Observations. 1917.

1. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo. LET us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats 5 Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question … 10 Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Let us go and make our visit. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, 15 The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, 20 And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep. And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; 25 There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; 30 Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea. In the room the women come and go 35 Talking of Michelangelo. And indeed there will be time To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?” Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair— 40 [They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”] My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin— [They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”] Do I dare 45 Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. For I have known them all already, known them all:— Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, 50 I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume? And I have known the eyes already, known them all— 55 The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? 60 And how should I presume? And I have known the arms already, known them all— Arms that are braceleted and white and bare [But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!] It is perfume from a dress 65 That makes me so digress? Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl. And should I then presume? And how should I begin? . . . . . Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets 70 And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?… I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. . . . . . And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! 75 Smoothed by long fingers, Asleep … tired … or it malingers, Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me. Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? 80 But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, 85 And in short, I was afraid. And would it have been worth it, after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me, Would it have been worth while, 90 To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it toward some overwhelming question, To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”— 95 If one, settling a pillow by her head, Should say: “That is not what I meant at all. That is not it, at all.” And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, 100 After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor— And this, and so much more?— It is impossible to say just what I mean! But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: 105 Would it have been worth while If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl, And turning toward the window, should say: “That is not it at all, That is not what I meant, at all.” . . . . . 110 No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, 115 Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous— Almost, at times, the Fool. I grow old … I grow old … 120 I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. 125 I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown 130 Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

If you ever read this...

"Trouble words of a troubled mind, I try to understand what is eating you"

"I get on the train and I just stand about now that I don't think of you, I keep falling over I keep passing out when I see a face like you, What am I coming to? I'm gonna melt down"

I wish I was bulletproof to you. Thinking about you kills me. Thinking that we shared this album kills me. Thinking that you actually cared for me all along and I hadn't known kills me. Knowing that you won't talk to me kills me even more. What had I done to make you want to avoid me so badly? what have we come to? Why can't you just speak to me?

"This machine will, will not communicate,
These thoughts and the strain I am under,
Be a world child, form a circle,
Before we all go under,
And fade out again and fade out again"

I guess that's you. The machine.

Don't forget the last lines...

"Immerse your soul in love
IMMERSE YOUR SOUL IN LOVE"

You gave it up. You sacrificed my love for you. why?
In this world of nothing, You couldn't have kept the love that I felt for you?
The only thing that is really true? What do we all fight for? What keeps us moving?
What is the fire behind the engine that all continue on? Love.
I wish you hadn't given up and destroyed me, and you.

"If I could be who you wanted, If I could be who you wanted all the time"

Maybe I wasn't perfect, Maybe I couldn't read your mind. You weren't perfect either, but you dwelled on that much too often. You lost hope in us, in me, in love all together and I haven't. I would have sacrificed everything for you, but you thought I was delusional for loving you. You surrendered when I was willing to fight every obstacle for us. You wouldn't let me. You didn't believe in me. Even before our relationship ever started I wrote on my book, where you could clearly see it, "Don't give up on me and I won't give up on you", and what did you do? You gave up. You damn bastard.

"Where do we go from here?, The words are coming out all weird, Where are you now when I need you?"

This one doesn't need to be explained.

"You do it to yourself, you do
And that's what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you, you and no one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself"

You know I loved you. You know I cared about you. You know I'd be there for you whenever you needed me. You know you were everything to me. You knew I'd do anything for you....So you cut me loose and now you're upset? ahhhhh!!!! Mindfuk!!! >_<

Hate to be redundant but....

I loved you, I really loved you, I still love you. You obviously are feeling the sting as well, which means you're not completely emotionless. You were in this too. I lied when I said I'm happy. I was happy when I was with you, and now it's gone...because you chose to give up. I'd like to be angry at you, but I'm more disappointed than angry.