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Hope Lynn Merritt, my lover, my better half, my dearest sweetheart, I love you with all my heart. I may not be perfect but I will always try to give you my everything. You mean the absolute world to me and I am beyond thankful for you and everything you’ve ever done for me. I didn’t know what the fuck I was thinking when I left. What I did seems unthinkable to me know and I am sincerely sorry for what I did. However, baby I ain’t going nowhere because life without you is not include in my dreams so you are stuck. ( Yes, 5ever ) Being able to take you along with me everywhere I go is a major blessing, like who wouldn’t want such a gorgeous girl riding around with them. I look forward to all the places we may travel and things we encounter
You are the light in my life, my happiest thought in the darkest of times. I know that you’re always there for me, no matter what. I have so many wonderful memories with you in the time that we have been together. It seems that everything about you fills my heart with love, even a simple smile makes my heart beat faster. Even after a year being with you, I find myself falling more and more in love with you each time I’m with you. It’s like an endless sea; the moment I think I cannot love you anymore, you do something so warm and thoughtful, and the ocean overflows. I find it hard to put into words just how much you mean to me, because I feel as if there are not enough words in the world to say how I truly feel towards you. You have flipped my whole world upside-down, I never knew how committed and passionate I could be for
Oh, how one as mighty as me be bewildered by a simple-minded beast. I am Gaston the best looking, strongest, and easily admired man in the whole town. My love Belle who is a little out of her mind if she thinks she could love a beast like him. I will show them. I force my whole enormous body at the beast making him slide off the edge of his balcony. As his large paw-like hands slip he catches himself by scrapping the shingles of the dark and gloomy castle. Weak. his claw grasps my shirt and my heart trembles. No, it can't be. Him a beast. For I am gaston the bravest of them all. But if belle could love him then. What does that make me? For who could ever love a hideous beast like me.
Dramatic Monologues The dramatic monologue features a speaker talking to a silent listener about a dramatic event or experience. The use of this technique affords the reader an intimate knowledge of the speaker's changing thoughts and feelings. In a sense, the poet brings the reader inside the mind of the speaker. (Glenn Everett online) Like a sculpturer pressing clay to form a man, a writer can create a persona with words. Every stroke of his hand becomes his or her own style, slowly creating this stone image.
It all started long long ago in a galaxy far far away. (9:00 Am)Waking up on warm morning as always something seemed wrong. The pod race was today. And I, a little kid was to be going up against full grown aliens that have been training for this longer than I've been alive. But I felt something, something guiding me, something that knows what to do better than any mortal could. But even with this mysterious force I guess we could call it , I'm still very nervous.
Many seek a reason to live, that fills the hollowness of their hearts with purpose. My brother, who has Autism, is that purpose. He has influenced my character and my convictions In the past, like so many others, I needed to feel a sense of belonging in society, in my family, and in the world. Whenever I turned on the television and watched the news, there were always disturbing cases of people abusing, torturing, and mistreating individuals like my brother.
“Ugh.” I muttered, staring at the ceiling of our little cave. There were cars crossing every second, ready to fall through and smoosh us like the penny on the train track, and I traced their imaginary path across the metal and cement with my eyes. “I know I said it first, but I don’t want to talk about the next generation. Our generation is still the next generation, and I really don’t want that to change. I want us to always be the next generation.” I bit my lip and watched the shadow of Carter walking off to piss into the stream. My voice dropped until I was whispering, hiding my words from the echoes of The Cut. "I wish, when somebody wrote the story of my life, it actually had a plot. You know? With an enemy and a beginning, and an end. You know... interesting. But it's just us,
I got back to the room and closed the door. My heart was pounding as I rested on the back of it. I couldn't believe that just happened, but what I couldn't believe most was that I didn't try to do anything about it. I mean what kind of punk was I? I woke my sister up to help mom, and in return, she also ended up hurt.
PROLOGUE “I hear muffled footsteps coming toward me. Panic races through me. Between heartbeats, I hear him
I love you and only you and want you and only you. I could never have imagined or wished for such a blessing. When it comes to you and me being together and how lucky we are to be in love, I smile and my heart skips a beat.
Now I feel like my chance of getting you back has arrived. Nobody understand how excited I am now. It is like a new chance for me catch my dream, a dream that I have been waiting for five years.
I can’t call or send you a quick text when I am feeling down. I missed you Momma, but I know nothing I can do will bring you back, and trust me I tried. Crying and praying didn’t change a thing or bought me peace. I wished I had you more than anything right now because I need advice, a friend, a hugged and a mother. I wished we could spent Christmas together this year, because you’re the only present I need.
The Dream “Dreams, contrary to widely held belief, mean absolutely nothing to ones imagining them,” Dr. Amara said, “They are just a byproduct of our brain’s mental processes. They’re like wisdom teeth, useless.” Daisy had heard those words more times than she had been in Dr. Amara’s personal office. She sat stiff on the couch, a tacky daybed where hundreds of frantic people had sat before her. Despite the myriad of sessions, the two had had together, Daisy hadn’t felt any calmer or saner.
Just like a moth drawn to a flame, I was drawn to you. Your smile made me happy, your cry broke my heart, you were my everything. My life, my world were surrounded by your well being. Every time I see you, you make my heart flutter, every time you kiss me, fireworks explode within me, even your gentle touch creates sparks that light up my world. I started to dress up for you, put on makeup for you, all I wanted to do was to look good for you.
I’ve been a good wife; attentive, loving, dedicated. Even after the accident, I stayed with you because I thought I loved you. I did at first, but now loving you seems a very silly notion. I will be ending my live at ten-thirty. If you care to say goodbye, come to me at the Manhattan Bridge.
When I got to know you better a year later I realized I wasn't alone and that something inside of you was what constantly brought tears to my own eyes. I went through a time in my life where I felt worthless and unloved and I continuously searched for happiness. I wasn't getting along with my family, and my friends were all hating each other, leaving me in the middle, stressfully trying to pull things together. You made me laugh and forget everything that was going on. That year you became my escape, my survival. I don't think I could have made it through as strong as I did if it weren't for you.