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In solitude, my thoughts are always with you
My lips quiver and rise into a smile
Remembering moments so recently past

Memories bring our fire to life
Our fingers intertwine and feet scatter
Dancing across a floor

Even in solitude, especially in solitude, I am never alone
Memories greet me like dear friends
Filling my heart with delight

I reminisce and remember what has been
Then grin, knowing that this is only the beginning
Many moments have been made but many yet remain.

weekends away

My first year living in Dallas all I did was go to work and church and spend a lot of time at home.  I don't think I believed in a time off request, or at least I was scared to request any time off.  I think I wanted to be the ultimate employee, like I felt I had something to prove, and I had no life anyway, so I had no reason to want to take time away.  Now that I've been here longer, I still don't do much in Dallas.  I go to work and church and spend a lot of time at home, but I do sometimes go and do stuff with people.  I have discovered that I love having a car and being able to just take off for a couple days.  My work schedule doesn't readily allow this, but when it does, like this weekend, I am thrilled to get away.  I have some close friends right now, but they don't live as near as I would like them to -- one is two hours away, another is close to six.  A few weekends ago I drove the six, this weekend I drove the two.  I find that the longer I have known someone, the more I value their friendship.  I have known both of these people for eight or nine years and am thrilled to finally live close enough to them again that having them in my life in an actual tangible way is possible again.

yet unwritten

Yet unwritten are the days to come
Yet unspoken are the hours
We can hope for days of sunlight
Lighting freshly blooming flowers

Now a chapter's being written
A story so long left untold
About a handsome knight and maiden
How ever will this tale unfold

love and respect.

These have been on my mind today, figuring out how to love and respect someone well.  I feel like I've been testing out boundaries to discover what's acceptable or not.  It's fun to poke at someone, but only as long as it's fun for them as well.  There comes a time when they have to say, "ok, that really is enough."  And it's also important to be able to say "sorry" and stop poking when you've gone to far.