Just another sad story...

Ok So I've been reading a book called "The Day I Killed James" By: Catherine Ryan Hyde. Theres a passage in it that I love, this is how it goes....

People die of love. I'm one of the few who'll admit it. That doesn't mean it isn't true.

Take all the peole who died yesterday, or last week, or last year. Subtract all the suicides and the so-called accidents of the brokenhearted. Take away the men who got blown away for being in the wrong bed at the wrong moment, the women in abusive marriages who died of cancer because they couldn't find any other exit from their lives. All the AIDS deaths except from the needles and the transfusions, the ones the call the innocent victims. Like if you have sex, you're guilty. Deserved just what you got. Now tell me who all you've got left.

Different passage, same book

Today a guy tried to pick me up at the bookstore. Are you ready for that? I�was actually saying that out loud in fact, later, on the way home: "Are you ready for that?" I shave my head, I've lost twenty pounds. I wear truckloads of loose clothing. I mean, what do I have to do?

"Buy you a cappuccino?" he asked when he'd caught my attention. I looked at him like a kestrel might. We're small, kestrels and me, but we can be formidable. "Do you love life?" I�asked. He smiled. Looked confused for a moment.�I suppose he thought It was part of a dating questionnaire. Like, Do you enjoy sharing hot chocolate and long walks on the beach at sunset?

"I do" he said. "I love life."

"Then run." He didn't, exactly. But he did go away.

Me again, lol

Dont those passages make you think long and hard about life? love? where yuor at in life? That one person whose hurt you repeatedly, but you'll still take back at the first chance you got?

Thats how I feel....

Sportygirl15