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I lay in my dark quiet room trying to diminish the endless thoughts that run through my head. I look to my left at the clock resting on my nightstand. 3.01 a.m. I let out a small sigh and look back up at the ceiling. I examine a small thin crack in the wall that extends itself to the corner and disappears. I hear Raggles’s short, quick inhales and exhales of breath as he lies peacefully in her crib. I feel a tiny breeze sneak in through the window above my head and it sends a chill down my body. 

I belive that the mind, body, soul, and heart are all different, and equally as beautiful, yet all connected. I believe in soul mates, a soul does not want to be alone and hungers for the fulfilment it needs and endlessly searches out its mate.....whether this mate is a friend or lover, it makes no matter. I believe that there are more than one "soulmate" but only one that will carry through eternity

I have this philosophy about life, "live life without regrets". Best advice I ever heard was "You either get it or you don't". Life is too precious; it's too short to carry grudges, because they end up only making you miserable. Don't let others tell you how to be, only you know inside yourself who you are, and what you want out of life. For me love and happiness are the most precious things in the world to be surrounded by love and happiness eternally. It is the little things in life that you have to come to realize around you that are more important than material things. They are there, and they are free, you have to just look for them, they are in front of you and all around you. 

No regrets, just love, just you and me.

I love you..

Love,

Drake fool.

To love again.

To love again.

The love of life is, in general, the effect not of our enjoyments, but of our passions. We are not attached to it so much for its own sake or as it is connected with happiness, as because it is necessary to action. Without life there can be no action -- no objects of pursuit -- no restless desires -- no tormenting passions. Hence it is that we fondly cling to it -- that we dread its termination as the close, not of enjoyment, but of hope.

In Everyone’s life there are different experiences; one of those is the first love. Love is a passionate feeling for another person that can be felt in a variety of shapes and size. It was more romantic and emotionally uplifting than any other experience I had ever been through.

I met her when I had my first  Frisbee training with her-she was in the team, when I first saw her; she seemed me a quiet and good girl and I was also told that she’s taken(hope was shattered right at that time). It started one fine day in August. Her name is Joeyee. She had a smile that would make any man fall to his knees (I would die for her smile); I liked her soft voice, her character, her behavior, her appearance, how she thought, her spontaneous, and her straight forwardness. 

It was during w5o5 finals. The ambiance of the game, how she asked me for my pink stool, I can literally draw it out. Most importantly the feeling that was flowing through my entire body was just overwhelming experience.  Prolly no words can ever describe how beautiful the feeling was.  

It's been a while. This has to be more than a crush, more than just a fleeting attraction. Love cannot be won like a teddy bear at the fair; cannot be stolen like a rare painting from a museum in the dead of night. The real love comes first from within, not from anyone else. I’ll wait even if it takes days, months, and years.

No matter what happens, no regrets, just love. 

Love,

Drake foo.