love
Moving on...
admin — Fri, 2010-03-05 23:46
I'll try to keep this post short. I guess some thing aren't meant to be. After 11 and a half months of the happiest time in my life, it has come to an end. Heather realized that she could not love me all of the way and that going further was futile. She did not feel it was meant to be because of that. I loved her like a wife and did not give myself a way out. I really did love her with everything I had. I had so many problems but the one thing I got right was love. I guess it's time for my heart to move on, hopefully to someone who can love me for me, unconditionally (or something close to that, I know it's a bit ideal). I really loved my time with Heather and think she is an amazing woman still. I wish it was not this way but I know somehow things will work out for the better. I'm not bitter or angry at all. She really wasn't unfair in this, just my heart feels that way a bit sometimes.
After a couple days of misery I'm feeling a lot better. Strangely, I feel more content and complete now than I did before Heather. I'm obviously missing something now and just want to be loved, but I'm actually strangely content with life. I don't really know how or why though.
Also, I'm moving to San Antonio, Texas. This place is epic, as long as you're between the outside of downtown and the inside of the I-410 (as far as I can tell, anyways).
Oh, and I'm moving on from something else. Basically I'm going from a failtop to a epictop thanks to the words of Ron Paul cracking my laptop screen. More on that later.
Since I'm in text and would never say verbally, cheers!
--Teran
After a couple days of misery I'm feeling a lot better. Strangely, I feel more content and complete now than I did before Heather. I'm obviously missing something now and just want to be loved, but I'm actually strangely content with life. I don't really know how or why though.
Also, I'm moving to San Antonio, Texas. This place is epic, as long as you're between the outside of downtown and the inside of the I-410 (as far as I can tell, anyways).
Oh, and I'm moving on from something else. Basically I'm going from a failtop to a epictop thanks to the words of Ron Paul cracking my laptop screen. More on that later.
Since I'm in text and would never say verbally, cheers!
--Teran
HLB Studios is (I'm sick of picking different synonyms to launched)
admin — Fri, 2009-09-11 00:08
My ventures have brought me from specification to code, to PKGBUILD, to testing, and back again until finally setting me down at love. Love has been the most rewarding thing I've ever had, and I'm addicted to it. Yup, you can call the cops on me. I take a drug daily that's more potent than any narcotic. It makes me feel better than I could ever feel otherwise. I'm dependent on it and want it. But it always gets me through, never runs out, and is always there. But I guess, it doesn't always make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it feels so amazing. Love is painful at times but always worth it. My biggest desperation is to feel love, which I believe I do have. Love is amazing and I have it for one special person. It is hard but worth it. Easy, but endless. Painstaking, yet comforting. But there is no way I can accurately describe it in a blog post. Sorry, but not even Wikipedia could do that.
Anyways, sometimes reality sets in and other interests and/or a need for money come into play. Money is required for a lot; notably, for being with the one you love. The love of my life is an artistic genius (and in just about every other field) and is incredible with duct tape, among other things. Together, we launched a small, online business for her art and wallets on 2009-09-09 (best date ever). The purpose of love isn't success, but success is nice in making the opportunity for love greater. Heather is the love of my life no matter what, always. I realize that the two aspects of this post probably seem strange, but I won't go into detail on that. Anyways, love is amazing, and HLB Studios (Heather's art studio) is finally started :-).
So, If you want a custom made and colored duct tape wallet (and eventually painting or just about anything), or if you don't, consider ordering one (because if you don't want one, you'll thank yourself after ordering it anyways).
Love is love. True happiness comes from love, and momentary hapiness often comes from love. Love is nothing other than love. I give love my all, and don't care how stupid I sound.
One more thing.
Love, You.
I'm not saying "I love you" in different word order; it's a priority. You, the person reading this post (unless you are Heather), are secondary; love comes first. Face it, you aren't so special to me. Not that I don't care about you or want you to read my blog, just you aren't the focus of my life. Glad I won't break any hearts with that one because only one person is insane enough to be attracted to me and love me ;-).
Thanks,
Teran (sega01)
Anyways, sometimes reality sets in and other interests and/or a need for money come into play. Money is required for a lot; notably, for being with the one you love. The love of my life is an artistic genius (and in just about every other field) and is incredible with duct tape, among other things. Together, we launched a small, online business for her art and wallets on 2009-09-09 (best date ever). The purpose of love isn't success, but success is nice in making the opportunity for love greater. Heather is the love of my life no matter what, always. I realize that the two aspects of this post probably seem strange, but I won't go into detail on that. Anyways, love is amazing, and HLB Studios (Heather's art studio) is finally started :-).
So, If you want a custom made and colored duct tape wallet (and eventually painting or just about anything), or if you don't, consider ordering one (because if you don't want one, you'll thank yourself after ordering it anyways).
Love is love. True happiness comes from love, and momentary hapiness often comes from love. Love is nothing other than love. I give love my all, and don't care how stupid I sound.
One more thing.
Love, You.
I'm not saying "I love you" in different word order; it's a priority. You, the person reading this post (unless you are Heather), are secondary; love comes first. Face it, you aren't so special to me. Not that I don't care about you or want you to read my blog, just you aren't the focus of my life. Glad I won't break any hearts with that one because only one person is insane enough to be attracted to me and love me ;-).
Thanks,
Teran (sega01)