Time in a Bottle...

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
Till Eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with

Time in a Bottle as sung by James Croce

I wrote a long time ago and sent it off into cyber space, and I prayed on it too.. many, MANY times..

That being broken hearted is kind of like having broken ribs, - from the outside it looks like everything is fine, but every breath you take hurts. I wanted to heal.. and I want to heal still, because it still hurts. sometimes, a LOT.

I think you could still hear the ocean, sometimes, if you put your ear to my chest. it still feels that empty sometimes.. So right now, I fill my heart with me wonderful, wonderful kids.

I wonder how long I have to wait for the one man who turns to his friends and says, "...that's her, that is my wife." That one man who wants nothing from me, but ME.

So far, the creeps whom I DO meet are basically just creeps and the occasional emotional blackmailer. Let's leave it at that.

My friends once told me that when you run around LOOKING for something, more often then not, you will not be able to find it.... So right now, I fill my heart with me wonderful, wonderful kids.

When I am at my weakest, they cheer me up, they bully me, they tease me mercilessly and on occasion tickle me.

Yesterday, I could not eat my lunch, because somehow I felt nauseated. Three kids came into the room. Bullied me into eating, forced me to make two videos of them "complaining" to someone they had never seen before, in a bid to make me eat.

They listed out - point by point: what would happen if I remained hungry, headaches, nausea and cold shivers.

Finally it was time for class, and the one girl who came in with the group of 3 other boys rummaged through my bag and found my tiffin case, took with her and generally delegated which boy to carry what item to the library, where the rest of the kids were waiting.

So right now, I think, I will fill my heart with me wonderful, wonderful kids... and wait for whomever God planned for me to have.
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