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I'm Rae. I'm myself.

Many things have happened in the almost three years I have been part of this community, part of this lifestyle. I found out how and what to write, how and WHY to live.

I'll never understand life, no, and I'm not claiming that I do, put for myself I know why I'm alive and I know why I live my life.


Westley: Hear this now: I will always come for you.
Buttercup: But how can you be sure?
Westley: This is true love - you think this happens every day?


Westley: I told you I would always come for you. Why didn't you wait for me?
Buttercup: Well... you were dead.
Westley: Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.
Buttercup: I will never doubt again.
Westley: There will never be a need.



When you've been hurt beyond any fathomable measure...when you not only gag at the mention of relationships and Valentine's Day but feel like smacking the idiot who "thinks" they have it...and realizing that love doesn't exist at all.

Then in the blink of an eye...in the place you never looked...never expected...and could never really understand even if you wanted to...you didn't find true love...it found you. He/she found you.

And they not only healed your broken soul but created an irreplaceable shield for your heart.

True love is being corny but really meaning it.

True love is knowing your friends will be mad you didn't hang out with them, but knowing it'll all be ok as long as you can be with that person.

True love is realizing they're not perfect--but not settling...appreciating.

True love is giving everything you have, everything you are, and not caring whether or not you get something out of it...but knowing in your heart you will because they feel the same.

True love is finding yourself thinking about the most insignificant thing they said to you today and smiling like there's no tomorrow.

Basically...true love is the action, the reaction...not just the phrase



It's staying up late for eachother and barely staying awake in class the next day. It's passing each other between classes and stopping to say Hi but end up running to class right before the bel rings. It's going to the mall wandering around hand in hand with a silence that's comfortable. It's watching a movie in the theaters wit his arm slowly creeping onto your shoulder & you resting your head in his arms. It's walking around at night for no reason at all; his chest her head looking at the stars. It's uncertainty of how long it will last, a risk you're both willing to take, even if it means you'll have a broken heart. It's not yet true love, not like, nor lust, nor infatuation, It's teenage love. Here to play with our hearts & never go away


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