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I still love you and miss you bad. Sorry that all our hopes and dreams Turned out this way. If today was not a crooked highway… If tonight was not a crooked trail… If tomorrow wasn’t in such a long time Then lonesome would mean nothing To you at all. Yes’n only if my own true love was waitin’ And if I could hear her heart  a’softly poundin’ Yes’n only if she was lyin’ by me Then I’d lie, in my bed, once again. I can’t see my reflection in the water, I can’t speak the sounds to show no pain, I can’t hear the echo of my footsteps Or remember the sounds of my own name Yes’n only if my own true love was waitin’ And if I could hear her heart  a’softly poundin’ Yes’n only if she was lyin’ by me Then I’d lie, in my bed, once again. There’s a beauty in that silver singin’ river There’s a beauty in that rainbow in the sky But none of these and nothin’ else can touch the beauty That I remember in my true love’s eyes Yes’n only if my own true love was waitin’ And if I could hear her heart  a’softly poundin’ Yes’n only if she was lyin’ by me Then I’d lie, in my bed, once again.                                         Bob Dylan *rossco*

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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I miss mine, too….altho’ he was (is) a real jerk-off…. …yes it’s irrational…and I’d never ever go back to him….even if you paid me a million dollars…. .but the feeling is still (vaguely) there…. .whenever I feel like ‘this’ my Dad says: "…err let me send you the stuff he said about you in divorce court..remember all the lies?… ..see..I knew that would…give you a sharp jolt back to reality." ~ but..when we first started out …it was a pure &  innocent kind of love. Rice <glad to have moved on tho’

Slowly I’m getting there, my ex was pretty good compared to most when we split. We settled out of court. Emotionally, it was a killer. Wasn’t it grand when it started! *rossco*

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I miss mine, too….altho’ he was (is) a real jerk-off…. …yes it’s irrational…and I’d never ever go back to him….even if you paid me a million dollars…. .but the feeling is still (vaguely) there…. .whenever I feel like ‘this’ my Dad says: "…err let me send you the stuff he said about you in divorce court..remember all the lies?… ..see..I knew that would…give you a sharp jolt back to reality." ~ but..when we first started out …it was a pure &  innocent kind of love. Rice <glad to have moved on tho’

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Glad you could relate… Its amazing the gamut of emotions one can feel during separation. angry, bitter, sad, nostalgic, resentful, ashamed, humiliated, alienated, bent completely out of shape, philosophical, rationalising, remorseful, forgiving, unforgiving, grateful, ungrateful, now where did i put that dictionary….. its a great song – very moving, i think its called ‘if tomorrow wasn’t in such a long time’ – worth hearing if you can put up with a voice that sounds like sand and glue. its on the ‘masterpieces’ album. see you ’round like a rissole! *rossco* – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – The previous post was the idealistic romantic one… This is probably closer to reality: <great funny post snipped thanks for the great post – made me laugh… that dylan song is beautiful.  think i’ll send it to my someone special while i’m still feeling idealistic and romantic… (if i wait 10 minutes, the real me will come back  ) Let them call me rebel and welcome, I feel no concern from it; but I should suffer the misery of devils, were I to make a whore of my soul… – Thomas Paine

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The previous post was the idealistic romantic one… This is probably closer to reality:

<great funny post snipped thanks for the great post – made me laugh… that dylan song is beautiful.  think i’ll send it to my someone special while i’m still feeling idealistic and romantic… (if i wait 10 minutes, the real me will come back  ) Let them call me rebel and welcome, I feel no concern from it; but I should suffer the misery of devils, were I to make a whore of my soul… – Thomas Paine

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The previous post was the idealistic romantic one… This is probably closer to reality: I still love you and miss you bad. Sorry that all our hopes and dreams Turned out this way. <thinks: ya bloody bitch < gets up from pc and goes to stereo, picks up Bob Dylan album and with trembling hands slips well-worn LP out of well-worn LP cover. Drops it on platter. Picks up needle and shakily drops it on a very well-worn song track <plonk ….IDIOT WIND! BLOWIN’ LIKE A CIRCLE AROUND MY SKULL FROM THE GRAND COULEE DAM TO THE CAPITOL IDIOT WIND! BLOWIN’ EVERY TIME YOU MOVE YOUR TEETH YOU’RE AN IDIOT BABE, ITS A WONDER THAT YOU STILL KNOW HOW TO BREATHE! I CAN’T FEEL YOU ANYM….PPPZZZZZZZEEEEEFFFFFHHHCCCCCHHHHHZIP < rossco fumbles with needle, hands trembling, shit , wrong track, which one is it, ahh,yes <plonk, crackle, crackle, pop <sits back down, huuummpphhh If today was not a crooked highway… If tonight was not a crooked trail… If tomorrow wasn’t in such a long time Then lonesome would mean nothing To you at all. Yes’n only if my own true love was waitin’ And if I could hear her heart  a’softly poundin’ Yes’n only if she was lyin’ by me Then I’d lie, in my bed, once again. I can’t see my reflection in the water, I can’t speak the sounds to show no pain, I can’t hear the echo of my footsteps Or remember the sounds of my own name Yes’n only if my own true love was waitin’ And if I could hear her heart  a’softly poundin’ Yes’n only if she was lyin’ by me Then I’d lie, in my bed, once again. There’s a beauty in that silver singin’ river There’s a beauty in that rainbow in the sky But none of these and nothin’ else can touch the beauty That I remember in my true love’s eyes Yes’n only if my own true love was waitin’ And if I could hear her heart  a’softly poundin’ Yes’n only if she was lyin’ by me Then I’d lie, in my bed, once again.                                         Bob Dylan *rossco*

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