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LIFE IS NOT A BASKETBALL GAME AND LOVE IS NOT A FUCKING BASKETBALL  


5/10/2006 2:36 pm

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5/13/2006 8:18 am

THE WORD LOVE IS NOT A BASKETBALL
You can't just take it off the rack when you feel like it, play a few games and place it back into the rack. This is not the way it works, and life is not a basketball game.

You can't say it when it is convenient or to get what you want. You can't say it and then "take it back".


This concept goes for friends as well as for lovers.

When I love, I love forever. Even when hate creeps in, I still love. This is just the way it is for Me.

I have had many people in My life tell Me they love Me and often times, I wish they had not. The ones who don't mean it are better to have remained silent.

There are some people I wished, with all of My heart, had told Me they loved Me and they did not. God that hurts.

Who is lying and who is telling the truth? Who is just playing basketball?

I know. I always know. The fact that I love so many, and I love My many friends. I know. I know which ones are worth it too.

When I finally say it, I mean it.

There ought to be a test, as with a driver's license, to be able to say it, because the destruction over misuse of this word can destroy someone's life.

SirMasterJay1
769 posts

5/10/2006 3:40 pm

Sweetie nothing but love here for you.

Lhiannon
17284 posts 

5/10/2006 4:21 pm

"because the destruction over misuse of this word can destroy someone's life"

I couldn't agree more.

*hugs and giggles*

L

Half of writing history is hiding the truth. - Malcom Reynolds

uniquelydone
66 posts

5/10/2006 5:37 pm

Sweet Savanna,
LOVE is ABSOLUTE in a word ! lol but hey any foreigner(no pun intended to anyone) can get a drivers license (in jersey) so be careful with that one ..lust, luv, adore etc.. but yes angel to love is from the very core of ones soul and you can feel it when it is ripped out like a gaping hole...

Every second thought is of you.
For I fear to think the reality of the first. To fathom this would take courage I am not ready for. Not the touch of your sweetness, kindness, or the essence of your love will I embrace again. Missing you does not justify the depth of this empty feeling in my heart. I had thought the heavens smiled upon me, they laugh only to play a cruel joke. What meaning is there for you to have entered my life? Is there an answer? Reality you say. Yours or mine. Confusion, love, chaos, faith, trust, explanations, truth, wants, needs, giving, taking, is there any order in this.
A blur of reasoning from ones past is all we have to justify ones knowledge to figure life

Kitt_Cat
4314 posts 

5/10/2006 8:08 pm

I love You...


~^..^~
kc

gooeyfruitbat
20644 posts 

5/10/2006 8:11 pm

*cheeky grinnie*
Ok it's not basketball ~ true.

Mayhaps it's more like tennis... love... match set... back & forth...
rackets.... nets.

unRuly YaYs,
GooeY


gooeyfruitbat . . . I rather be cute than tuff (but it doesn't hurt...)

/|\_^..^_/|\ THE BATTY !!!!

sylvanna
3948 posts 

5/11/2006 6:55 am

I agree with you. Although you can make similarities between love and a basketball.. sometimes it bounces out of your grasp, sometimes you dribble it, and you keep it away from the opposition. But it's good one on one or with a large group. Sometimes it's in your court, sometimes it's foul. Chasing it can leave you breathless. Sometimes it hits you in the face and hurts like a motherfucker. Sometimes you just wanna take your ball and go home.

But if it were your basket ball, I would hope to be on your team~

azurite78
52 posts 

5/11/2006 9:37 pm

Please forgive me for intruding on Your blog but i came by it through Your Polls. i just wanted to say such truer words i rarely see spoken here, and i have seen so much.

again please forgive me if i should not have intruded.

GoreanPerhaps
555 posts 

5/12/2006 9:10 pm

Savvy - You know the score, and in reality I'm not a huge fan of basketball.

Jay ~C

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