A poem to share :)

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

                                                                                          -Mary Elizabeth Frye

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Here's a letter...

Dear Love,
I'm writing this letter because I feel it's that time again for me to tell you how I feel... I don't know why I can't do this in an everyday setting but I can't.  This is the best way for me to tell you how I feel and it's something that I feel you need to know.  Not only for my sanity but for our friendship.

As you probably know, I still really like you a lot.  I've tried hiding it and have probably done a really horrible job of hiding it, but that's not something that we hide easily... I've tried telling myself that nothing will ever happen between us but me being a girl can't help but have a little hope that one day you'll change your mind.  A couple weeks ago, when I went downtown to pick up you, Mindy, Ryan, and Kristen, you kissed me.  I don't know if you remember because you were pretty intoxicated but it happened... More than once... And at the time I didn't know what to think because it was a shock... and I still don't know what it was other than I'm hoping it was just drunken behavior... I would like to think that it's more, but it's probably not... Sometimes I really would like to know what you were thinking instead of trying to figure it out because you're such a secretive person... but that is who you are and I respect that completely.

While all this is true, there is something else that's true.  I'm tired of waiting.  I'm tired of hoping one day soon, you'll see that I can be that cupcake girl.  Granted, I'm not a size two or blonde.  but I can care for you and treat you the way you should be treated and not take advantage of you.  As this probably won't happen for a very long time or ever, I need to move on and see you as just my best friend.  I've met someone who I think I can really care for a lot, but in order for me to do that I had to tell you how I felt.  I do love you a lot as a friend and really like you a lot as more than a friend, but I have to move on. You still are my best friend and someone who I can go to when I can't go to anyone else and I hope you don't think I'm crazy for writing this (even though you probably will ;) ) but it's just something I had to do.

I love you,
Lacy.