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I think you keep asking 'you must be tired of me' cos you expect someone to answer 'yes'.
Noones tired of you - you have a lot of friends here
For me, I want to see you well, and with a greater appreciation of your self worth. I think you've punished yourself enough for past mistakes, real or imagined.
It's time to live your life for yourself LP, not who you are in relation to other people, or events.
I hope that makes sense?
D
Noones tired of you - you have a lot of friends here
For me, I want to see you well, and with a greater appreciation of your self worth. I think you've punished yourself enough for past mistakes, real or imagined.
It's time to live your life for yourself LP, not who you are in relation to other people, or events.
I hope that makes sense?
D
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Originally Posted by Dee74 
I think you keep asking 'you must be tired of me' cos you expect someone to answer 'yes'.
Noones tired of you - you have a lot of friends here
For me, I want to see you well, and with a greater appreciation of your self worth. I think you've punished yourself enough for past mistakes, real or imagined.
It's time to live your life for yourself LP, not who you are in relation to other people, or events.
I hope that makes sense?
D
Noones tired of you - you have a lot of friends here
For me, I want to see you well, and with a greater appreciation of your self worth. I think you've punished yourself enough for past mistakes, real or imagined.
It's time to live your life for yourself LP, not who you are in relation to other people, or events.
I hope that makes sense?
D
Did I misinterpret things, as I read, you called me a liar and your wish for me is that I can get over things and move forward..............how **** dare you.
I have a huge respect for you. Never once
dee have I ever deferred and changed my thoughts or admiration to you. Your doubts in this post dumfound me.
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You've got me flummoxed, to be honest.
Yes I hope you can move forward.
Yes, I think you've been punishing yourself, unfairly for things, real or imagined, for a long time now.
yes, I think it's time you stopped beating yourself up.
Not sure where the liar bit came from, and I'm not at all sure what I said that caused, or deserved, that response.
D
Yes I hope you can move forward.
Yes, I think you've been punishing yourself, unfairly for things, real or imagined, for a long time now.
yes, I think it's time you stopped beating yourself up.
Not sure where the liar bit came from, and I'm not at all sure what I said that caused, or deserved, that response.
D
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Hi Lifetplant, thinking of you. Our hearts are scarred by life experiences, our losses of our nearest loved ones, our heart heals, hurts but heals and we learn to live with our pain and losses. I understand you, what you're feeling, please look after yourself.
I have put a copy of one of my most favourite writings below for you to read. I hope it gives you the same feelings I had when reading it. Love Mags xx
The Most Beautiful Heart
One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared * "How can he say his heart is more beautiful?" they thought.
The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared."
"Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks.
He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.
They embraced and walked away side by side.
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I have put a copy of one of my most favourite writings below for you to read. I hope it gives you the same feelings I had when reading it. Love Mags xx
The Most Beautiful Heart
One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared * "How can he say his heart is more beautiful?" they thought.
The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared."
"Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks.
He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.
They embraced and walked away side by side.
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Life what Dee spoke of with "real or imagined" was
the mistakes you are punishing yourself for -- whether you made those mistakes or whether you imagined you made those mistakes or both. Dee did not suggest you lied at all.
All of us want you well, Dee is at the head of that list.
Originally Posted by Dee74
For me, I want to see you well, and with a greater appreciation of your self worth. I think you've punished yourself enough for past mistakes, real or imagined.
All of us want you well, Dee is at the head of that list.
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There was once a woman, whom a child she thought she couldn't have
Well, whatd'u'know here I popped in with all fingers and toes
It was a bit of a surprise to my incredibly sick Dad
He wanted to hug me but the drips made it hard
Tonight now they'll be laughing and wringing their hands
At their daughters ability to hold head above water before the tax year ends (just)!
Tonight as I lay down my eyes to sleep
RIP Mum and now forever Dad you can keep
Ha ha Dad i'm not over yet
You didn't know me long enough, but my sense of humour needs to be met
You can keep her now, keep her happy with tea
Make her feel less guilty about not praying on bended knee (her knee's getting [pretty bad).
I love you both and as sad as I may be
I think of you now together , smiling right back at me.
Much much love,
Your daughter.
RIP VB 1940-10th June, 2013
RIP JB 1938-31st Oct 1973
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Well, whatd'u'know here I popped in with all fingers and toes
It was a bit of a surprise to my incredibly sick Dad
He wanted to hug me but the drips made it hard
Tonight now they'll be laughing and wringing their hands
At their daughters ability to hold head above water before the tax year ends (just)!
Tonight as I lay down my eyes to sleep
RIP Mum and now forever Dad you can keep
Ha ha Dad i'm not over yet
You didn't know me long enough, but my sense of humour needs to be met
You can keep her now, keep her happy with tea
Make her feel less guilty about not praying on bended knee (her knee's getting [pretty bad).
I love you both and as sad as I may be
I think of you now together , smiling right back at me.
Much much love,
Your daughter.
RIP VB 1940-10th June, 2013
RIP JB 1938-31st Oct 1973
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