Krissykat
Gold Member
I gotta keep telling myself that when I'm aching lol.
Heres a few readings topping my list for the wedding so far:
I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a
common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon
be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone
who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this
has always been enough - The Notebook
Yes, I’ll marry you, my dear,
And here’s the reason why;
So I can push you out of bed
When the baby starts to cry
And I hear a knocking
And it’s creepy and it’s late
I hand you the torch you see
And you investigate
Yes I’ll marry you my dear
And you may not apprehend it
But when the tumble dryer goes
It’s you that has to mend it
You have to face the neighbour
Should our roggie cat attack him
And if a drunkard fondles me
It’s you that has to whack him
Yes I’ll marry you
You’re virile and you’re lean
Your house is like a pigsty
I’ll help you keep it clean
It’s you who has to work the drill
And put up curtain track
And when I’ve got a migraine its you who gets the flack
I do see great advantages
But none of them for you
And so before you see the light
I do I do I do I do
I wanna make you smile,
Whenever you're sad.
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad.
All I wanna do,
Is grow old with you.
I'll get you medicine,
When your tummy aches.
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks.
Oh it could be so nice,
Growin' old with you.
I'll miss you, kiss you,
Give you my coat when you are cold.
Need you, feed you.
Even let you hold the remote control.
So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink.
Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink.
Oh I could be the man,
Who grows old with you.
I wanna grow old with you.
-The wedding singer
We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been
through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just
different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in
some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary
way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. It isn’t
until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems
– the ones that make you truly who you are – that you’re ready to find a life-
long mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re
looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong
person – someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want
to have.”
Phewwww long post sorry about that!
Heres a few readings topping my list for the wedding so far:
I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a
common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon
be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone
who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this
has always been enough - The Notebook
Yes, I’ll marry you, my dear,
And here’s the reason why;
So I can push you out of bed
When the baby starts to cry
And I hear a knocking
And it’s creepy and it’s late
I hand you the torch you see
And you investigate
Yes I’ll marry you my dear
And you may not apprehend it
But when the tumble dryer goes
It’s you that has to mend it
You have to face the neighbour
Should our roggie cat attack him
And if a drunkard fondles me
It’s you that has to whack him
Yes I’ll marry you
You’re virile and you’re lean
Your house is like a pigsty
I’ll help you keep it clean
It’s you who has to work the drill
And put up curtain track
And when I’ve got a migraine its you who gets the flack
I do see great advantages
But none of them for you
And so before you see the light
I do I do I do I do
I wanna make you smile,
Whenever you're sad.
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad.
All I wanna do,
Is grow old with you.
I'll get you medicine,
When your tummy aches.
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks.
Oh it could be so nice,
Growin' old with you.
I'll miss you, kiss you,
Give you my coat when you are cold.
Need you, feed you.
Even let you hold the remote control.
So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink.
Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink.
Oh I could be the man,
Who grows old with you.
I wanna grow old with you.
-The wedding singer
We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been
through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just
different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in
some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary
way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. It isn’t
until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems
– the ones that make you truly who you are – that you’re ready to find a life-
long mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re
looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong
person – someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want
to have.”
Phewwww long post sorry about that!
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