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All I Ask

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This song will be a lifetime favorite for me. I dedicate this to a special someone who was placed in my life for good reason & purpose.

All I Ask
by Adele

I will leave my heart at the door
I won’t say a word
They’ve all been said before, you know
So why don’t we just play pretend
Like we’re not scared of what is coming next
Or scared of having nothing left

Look, don’t get me wrong
I know there is no tomorrow
All I ask is

If this is my last night with you
Hold me like I’m more than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do
It matters how this ends
Cause what if I never love again?

I don’t need your honesty
It’s already in your eyes
And I’m sure my eyes, they speak for me
No one knows me like you do
And since you’re the only one that matters
Tell me who do I run to?

Look, don’t get me wrong
I know there is no tomorrow
All I ask is

If this is my last night with you
Hold me like I’m more than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do
It matters how this ends
Cause what if I never love again?

Let this be our lesson in love
Let this be the way we remember us
I don’t wanna be cruel or vicious
And I ain’t asking for forgiveness
All I ask is

If this is my last night with you
Hold me like I’m more than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do
It matters how this ends
Cause what if I never love again?

To Love is to Live and Learn

Life is full of surprises.  People come into your life and choose to actively remain.  Then there are others.  Those people who are placed into your life for purpose and reason, may end up leaving unexpectedly. . . slow and easy, or like a bat out of hell!   Those are the people who teach us life lessons.  Either way, the experiences are what we chose to live during those moments.  I’d like to consider my shared experiences as happy moments, without an inkling of regret or reservation.  Those moments become memories over a lifetime.  There are numerous experiences and memories that I love to share and talk about with others.  Then, there are specific experiences and memories I choose to keep to myself.  Honestly, I could write an autobiography that would make for excellent reading, raise an eyebrow, or turn a head!  As tempting a task it may be, I refuse to put myself through tortured drama at this point in time in my life.  Although, I’ll never say never to the notion.  There is a high probability that I will eventually, but only when the time is right.  Those specific moments are my treasured and intimate memories that I choose never to be free from.  They are my personal and cherished collection of a lifetime full of happy moments.  Each day I keep adding to my wonderful collection.

The Best is Yet to Come

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The months of August to January were a whirlwind of life events.  First time meet-ups, new friendships, impending divorce, holidays, then marriage reconciliation.  A new discovery of feelings and self-love had risen within me.  Courage and strength surfaced and peaked to their highest levels.  A voice that was once suppressed is now clearly heard loud and proud.  I’m falling in love again and on a daily basis.  It’s only the beginning of my new life.  Good things happen each day, and still, the best is yet to come. 

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(New Tattoo:  My Virgo zodiac sign & plumeria symbolizing my life’s new beginning )

A New Hello

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Concealed emotions once supressed now accepted

Twenty years of silent suffering finally surfaced

A blow to the ego was never intended

Understanding and sincere apologies appreciated

Forgiveness, yes.  Admittedly, this cannot be fixed

Want to give me the world you took from me

Gifts a-plenty and kind gestures galore

Too much to bare and too late to serve their purpose

Humbled by realization of past mistakes

Eager to acknowledge and validate

Ownership of blinded hurtfulness

Years of devoted loyalty wasted

Love enough to let go

Thank you for the goodbye

Time for my new hello

Late

A short story shared by author of “The Summer of 1934” and “The Pisgah Grande 1936“.

Wendy Varble's Blog

Johnny was an hour late for lunch. This was not unusual–he was frequently late for both lunch and dinner. It was, however, always cause for concern to me, never knowing what perilous activities he was involved in. An hour was the limit for me–all I could do was to go out and search for him.

lateMy searches would always start at the barn. And that’s where I found him, behind the barn, leaning over a tractor motor. I got out of my car and walked over to where he was working. When Johnny turned around, I saw that he was covered in dirt, grease and oil. His hands were black, and I could see his arm was bleeding. At that moment, I thought to myself, “I should have married the cardiologist.” He looked at me and said, “Let me see your hand. “I was puzzled, but said nothing–just held out…

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