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| As Told By Rebecca 6-14-08
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"Selfishly I tried to keep you, while the cancer ate away your organs like an unstoppable rebel force."
AAAGH! I've had the poem in Meet the Parents about Jack's mother stuck in my head all day long. Especially that line, which definately killed all the sentiment in it.
Today was a very long day. I got up at like, 6:45am to take a shower before leaving to Mike's house to pick him up, drive back home, pick up my sister, and hop on the road before heading to Rhode Island. After picking up my sister's boyfriend, Troy, too.
It was a really long car ride, but worth it, because Newport was so fun! I mean, we really didn't do much but have lunch and walk around and look at mansions and lounge on the beach and eat clamcakes, but all in all, it was a damn good time. I got massive, massive sunburn, since I'm the whitest person I know. Anybody who knows me can vouch for that, but now, I look like a lobster. Or as Flo's menu calls it, "lobsta." Hahaha.
We went to this one place where Arielle, my mom, and Troy were flying kites and me and Mike went to sit on the rocks near the ocean. He fell asleep with his head on my lap (my legs fell asleep too, hah!), and it was really then that I realized how much I love to be around him, no matter what we do. Even if that includes flies crawling all over my feet and me turning into a lobsta while I sit back on my palms and watch him.
I thank whatever the fuck is out there that I met him, the Fates or whoever arranges these things to happen. I know it's Fate. It sounds really stupid but it's true. That same day I met him was the day my ex-boyfriend (pssh of like three days, but whatever) broke up with me, my best friend (or whatever you can call her now) asked me to go to the mall with her and her boyfriend and her friend. And me and Mike just kind of hit it off, like really well.
That's Fate. When life kind of elbows you and you think you'll never be good enough for anybody cause everybody hates you or something and then you meet one person and you kind of realize that at least one person can see something special in you. And I see that in Mike, too. He's not like anybody I've ever met, and I'm more comfortable around him than I am around anyone else, and that's really saying something, since I'm never comfortable around anybody, not even my best friends.
I don't know what I'm trying to say.
I guess it's that everybody's got somebody to make then feel that way, or will eventually.
Maybe it won't last. Maybe it will. But you make it last. You have the power to make things work, or mess things up. To keep things going, or to stop them in mid-whatever. You hold the future in your hands, not "God." What point is there in life if everything is planned for you?
If something knows what your every move will be, if they PLANNED your every move. You'd be a puppet. No.
You make things happen.
EPIPHANY.
Sincerely yours for now,
astoldbyrebecca.
(I don't know when my next post will be, probably tomorrow. But from the 18th to the 25th I'll be in Florida. Comments or something would be appreciated. :D) |
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Posted by astoldbyrebecca on 2008-06-14 22:04:53 | Rating: | Views: 41
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