This is the man I am looking for...I want a man to court me, not manipulate me. I want him to be a gentle breeze, not a tornado. I want him to be my best friend, my only lover, and my favorite poet. Someone that stirs me inside. Someone that makes me feel alive. Someone I can always count on. Someone always by my side. Inseparable, tried and true. A friend indeed. A lover that never fails...that is the wind behind my sails. A man that is more than a comfort whenever I fall flat, but a fighter to the very end, that always has my back. Someone that has more than just the right words. Someone that cares and dares to open his heart to reveal his soul...keep no secrets.
I've never, although, I do know someone that had 15 shock treatments. It zapped the depression, but also caused some memory loss. Hasn't been depressed since. Glad you overcame your depression.
People that were born blind, can they have dreams like everyone else? And, in color at that? I've never met a blind person to ask them this question. I need to know.
Can't the new homeowners take them to court? After all, they were never informed of the sink-hole. I hate when people get over on others. It's just plain wrong!
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The Good Life...
Interesting...I thought several would say the good life would consist of traveling, fine dining, etc. I'm impressed!