to the beautiful girl reading 'the monk' on bart - m4w (berkeley north / hills)

Craigslist.

missed connections.

1...

2...

3...

"you finished my sentence TWICE. once when talking about how the author of 'the story of civilization' died before he could finish his series, and again about elmer gantry. intelligence like that is so rare, and it's enormously attractive.

i figure that you left bart quickly because you had a boyfriend or something, but on the off chance that you left because you were just an awkward nerd who loves half price books... i figured i

'd make this post. maybe you were unattracted to a grungy programmer with town jeans on bart... i assure you that today is laundry day and i don't usually wear these to work. =P

i never thought i'd make a post on missed connections... but now i understand. yeah. "

WELL DAMN.

I think its nice to know people still believe in love.

hell..

i think its nice to know people still believe in PEOPLE.

still believe that theres good people out there.

but i think its kinda sad to know we don't believe in ourselves.

TAKE CHANCES.

who knew the one who got away could be someone you barely knew at all.

i hope he finds her.

but then again...

i hope he doesn't.

i hope he just remembers her just as she was...only that glimpse of her he met on the train.

i guess thats what makes it beautiful and sweet...

that he didn't know her at all.

that he never will.

but you have to wonder...what if..

what if he found her.

they dated.

it was WONDERFUL.

lollipops and cotton candy.

rainbow and unicorns.

what if..that was the love of his life.

his future wife.

mother of his children.

you can't be help to wonder..what if..

then reality sets in and they start to hate each other.

he chews gum with his mouth open.

she snores.

he can never remember anything.

shes always crying about something.

he drinks out the milk carton.

then the love is gone.

the like is gone.

the interest is all gone.

everything is gone.

what happened to "the beautiful girl reading "the monk" on BART?

SHIT.

i ruined it.

i hope that you can still remember the beauty of his post.

the beauty that he'll never know her name.

nothing about her.

only the 10 mins conversation they had on bart that caught his attention,

that made him want to know more...

the little piece of him she took when she got off the train.

i hope you remember that...

i hope you remember that when its time to take a chance.

hell...

when its time to take a chance on someone.

when its time to take a chance on love.

i hope you remember.

STOP.

REWIND.

Craigslist.

missed connections.

1...

2...

3...

"you finished my sentence TWICE. once when talking about how the author of 'the story of civilization' died before he could finish his series, and again about elmer gantry. intelligence like that is so rare, and it's enormously attractive.

i figure that you left bart quickly because you had a boyfriend or something, but on the off chance that you left because you were just an awkward nerd who loves half price books... i figured i'

d make this post. maybe you were unattracted to a grungy programmer with town jeans on bart... i assure you that today is laundry day and i don't usually wear these to work. =P

i never thought i'd make a post on missed connections... but now i understand. yeah. "

awwwweeee...how sweet. =]

Forever Yours,

Sunday Love

If we were all perfect...

there wouldn't be work to do.

i wont feed you this bullshit that looks aren't everything.

but the fact of the matter looks ARE everything.

i'm sure you've heard it a million times.

"you only get one first impression."

IT'S TRUE.

but thats not what this entry is about...

this entry is about...

being the best YOU that YOU can be.

We've all heard it, the media and everything out there makes us think we have to be a size zero to be beautiful.

IT'S A LIE.

but we do have to be healthy.

no doubt about that.

you may never be a size zero.

say it.

I MAY NEVER BE A SIZE ZERO.

good.

NOW GET OVER IT.

Your healthy might not be a size 3 but maybe a size 11, and theres nothing wrong with that.

i was watching the Trya Show the other day, and she said was talking about getting YOUR SHAPE IN SHAPE.

smartest thing i've heard her say...EVER.

I believe in embracing your body.

Working with what you got...

and matching the outside with the inside.

but, when your weight is affecting your health theres work to be done.

don't do it because the world looks down upon being too skinny, or too fat...

do it to live a healthier and long life.

do it for you.

Living a healthy life, is more important then living a life thats not us.

Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes.

thats what makes it beautiful.

[Love and Light]

Truly Yours,

Sunday Love

Everything

Its been a long time.

one entry.

and thats it.

I wrote it and never wrote again.

wrote it and cried.

cried while i wrote it.

whatever.

I'm taking this blog, in a whole different direction.

but i wont delete my first entry.

i won't delete my mind.

not what i was feeling.

i wont.

BUT.

this blog.

this entry and the entries after...

will be everything i know.

everything i live for.

everything i breathe.

everything that is beautiful.

everything that is fashion.

everything that is love.

everything that is music.

everything.

thats really it.

this blog...

will be everything i stand for.

everything that doesn't make sense.

everything that makes me and life beautiful.

everything that makes us...us.

and everything that brings us together, yet sets us apart.

this blog...

will be for those who read it, but most importantly..

those who don't.

Because writing this...

is enough for me.

even if no one cares.

this blog is out here,

and thats all it is.

[Love & Light]

Yours Truly,

SundayLove

Lonely Girl

I think i've always been the lonely girl.
but i think i've never noticed it till now.
I give advice.
but i don't get it.
i offer advice.
but i don't ask for it.
I think i just might be the fakest real person that i know.
I don't think anyone truly knows who i am, and i don't think i want them to...
I've never asked for help, and never really shown that i'm vulnerable.
It's easier to just be the shoulder to lean on, then the person who needs leaning.
It's easier to the good friend, then the person who could really can use a good friend.
I've created this bubble, that only i know exists....yet i'm not sure if i want out.
Theres times where i just wish someone would hug me and i could cry in there arms.
anyone really....
even a stranger.

I'm strong inside, and yet weak all at the same time.
i'm a sucker for love, and a good story.
my weakness is love, and i want it so bad and don't wanna let it go.
I want a fairy tale.
I think i'm a sad person who can hide things REALLY well.
And if someone triggers...it will all spill out in a mess of random sentences that will only make sense to those who TRULY understand.

When things coming over me...and all i have is myself.
JOHN MAYER.
GRAVITY.
That song.
it speaks.
and the guitar...is crying to me...and we're crying together.
cause we understand each other.
no matter what situation.
we understand.
I think everyone has a soul mate.
but
i also think everyone has a everyone.
I have friends.
I love them.
But i'm waiting for those friend in life the TRULY understand.
that they just know.
soul friends, perhaps?
I'll cry myself to sleep to the weeping of his guitar.
"Gravity, wants to bring me down"