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comfort food for thought
Well, I just walked Abby home for the night... gosh she is wonderful. Tonight we watched The Incredibles and then just chilled out listening to Coldplay. The other night we just hung out and listened to a bunch of tunes; mostly beatles and yellowcard (figure out that combo)... and abby and I just sat in my room and we (mostly she) sang along to all the songs. That's it... I know it maybe sounds weird, but it was so... meaningful... I mean you have to realize that Abby doesn't sing for anyone... But she is comfortable enough around me to belt out the lyrics to Blackbird and harmonies to Ocean Avenue. She is so awesome.Anyway, so, I just got back from walking her home and I feel so loved and I feel so comfortable and at peace. On my way back to my apartment. These feelings made me think of other times I felt this way and I get a picture in my head of home... not just any old night... but a night of a storm... maybe midnight. I got a picture of my parents room with mom and dad in their bed and the four kids sleeping on the floor around it. That is how we dealt with our fear of storms or of nightmares or anything during the night. We didn't jump in bed with ma and pa, we just slept on the floor around the bed. I remember knowing that no harm could come to me when I was sleeping there on that floor. No nightmare could haunt me... no lightning could strike me... their were never any creatures in mom and dad's room. If any of these things happened, I knew that one of my parents would rescue me before any misfortune could transpire. In that room, sleeping on that floor, I was at peace... I didn't fear anything... I felt loved and cared for even though mom and dad were snoring. what a good memory. What a good life.
Thank you Mom and Dad for bringing me up... even if I didn't turn out amazing. Thank you Patric, Emily, and James for keeping me company during those treacherous thunderstorms even when you weren't scared. Thank you Rachel and Mic for caring about me even though we live 2000 miles apart. Thank you friends for stick'n with me even though I called only once or twice during the whole summer. Thank you Abby for being the most fabulous and fantastic friend I've ever had, for letting me cry when I'm in pain, for making me smile when it is so hard, for loving me even though I can make things so complicated. I love all of you.
-Petey Boy-
3 comments
10/11/2005 01:31:00 AM
3 Comments:
what a sweet heart!!!
posted by 
simon on Wed Oct 12, 10:03:00 AM
i love you too Petie!!! (you're one of my favorite quotes on facebook, btw)....Abby, he's a keeper ;)
posted by fatanda on Fri Oct 14, 01:49:00 AM
Who says your not awesome? I love ya Pete.
posted by 
on Sun Oct 16, 09:22:00 PM
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