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Gerald

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Born: New Year's Eve, 1983
Location: SkateTown
Occupation: Incorrigible Slacker
Real Occupation: Media Student

Herein lies a...
Die-hard romantic
Tireless advice-giver
Certified gun-nut
Lazy-ass whore
Loyalist to a fault
Parody-lover
Electronic Entertainment Enthusiast
Football Fanatic
Conspiracy-theorist Crackpot
Wordsmith
Unrealistic idealist
Self-righteous moralist
Born individualist
Former atheist
Penchant for the melodramatic
Sentimentalist

Quotable Quotes

"Soon the reason is gone, and all that is left is the feeling itself..."
- Anonymous

"The thrill is in the hunt."
- Myself

"Even the strongest have their moments of fatigue."
- Nietzsche

"Fortune favours the bold."
- Virgil

"It is but a shadow and a flicker that you love..."
- Aragorn

"Beneath this mask is an idea... and ideas are bulletproof."
- V

"I have dreamed a dream... but now that dream has gone from me."
- Morpheus

"God does not play dice."
- Einstein

"Einstein would turn over in his grave. Not only does God play dice, the dice are loaded."
- Academician Prokhor Zhakarov

"When you kill one, it is a tragedy. When you kill ten million, it is a statistic."
- Stalin

"In one dimension I find existence, in two I find life, but in three, I find freedom."
- Foreman Domai

"You see, people believe what the media tells them to believe. And I tell the media what to believe."
- Kane

"Optimists and pessimists die the same way. Optimists just live differently."
- Shimon Peres

"Damn the torpedoes! Full speed ahead!"
- David G. Farragut

"You know you are in love, when you see the world in her eyes, and her eyes everywhere in the world."
- David Levesque

"Music... the language to stir the hearts of men."
- Shakespeare

"A man always finds it hard to accept he has lost a woman's love, no matter how badly he may have treated her."
- Sherlock Holmes

"He who attacks where his enemy does not know how to defend, will be victorious."
- Sun Tzu

"Without purpose, we would not exist."
- Agent Smith

"I know guys like you, you can do any terrifying thing you're ordered to do... but you have to do it running."
- Carl

"History has been one long series of conspiracies... the successful ones, we call governments."
- Stanton Dowd

"The empires of the future are the empires of the mind."
- Winston Churchill

"One thing is true of all governments... the most reliable records are tax records."
- Eric Finch

"When a guy sleeps around, he's a player. When a girl does, she's a slut."
- Sean

"A person is smart. People are dumb, stupid & panicky, and you know it."
- K.

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Thursday, October 27, 2005
I sat on the breakwater, watching the waves lap gently at the sand. The receding sun played golden rays on the scene of our favourite spot.

Had been our favourite spot.

It had been so long since she left. But as always, I found myself inextricably drawn back here.

Why?

I guess it's just hard to let go of memories. Especially the ones that touch the deepest recesses of your soul.

I guess you never really forget.



Once upon a time, I was foolish.

I believed that all one needed was love. Love could overcome, could conquer all. Love was the single defining emotion that swept away the anger and angst and everything else that threatened the fragility of all that we built.

Naive. Infinitely so.

I never wanted to believe the mundane factors of the world had that much sway over us. The little things like parental approval. Or, lack of it. Character differences.

Being at each other's throats when times got bad. The unromantic, unglamourous side of being with her.

I could almost hear the voice of my defeatist conscience:

"You make the mistake of all of your kind - confusing emotional lust with true love."

The hardest lesson was to learn that it wasn't so much about me; rather, she was the one that mattered more to me than I did.



But now she was gone, and everything I could and should have done to ensure otherwise, had long passed

I'm wasting my time. I should be moving on.

If only -

Footsteps. Soft, slow ones. Familiar ones.

I caught a sudden uprising of emotion in my throat. Feelings consigned to the deepest reaches of my memory broke free and engulfed me.

I held my breath. My mouth involuntarily opened.

A shadow sat itself down, barely two feet away.

So near, and yet so far away.



"Hey," was all my dry throat could muster.

"Hello."

The sun had virtually gone, and its absence the shadows grew longer and darker.

"How are you?"

"Good. I've been good."

Silence reigned for a few more minutes. Then I steadied myself sufficiently to continue.

"It's been a long time."

This time her silhouette could only nod.

There was such a strong impulse to reach out and take her hand in mine, if only to reassure myself that she existed outside of my imagination.

What do you say to someone who once crumbled your heart?

But then she took that decision away from me.

"I knew you'd be here."

"How?" I was dumbfounded. "You haven't been here since... since then."

The silence was getting awkward.

Abruptly, she rose, and in one fluid motion she turned to leave.

I grabbed her hand.

"Please don't leave me again," I begged.

She hesitated for an instant. But only for that instant.

"I'm so sorry."

Her retreating figure was soon swallowed by the creeping darkness.

As I sat down reluctantly, I became aware of a faint scent in the air. I turned to where she had been sitting.

An orange flower and a postcard stood out on the rough granite. I looked at the address of a church on the postcard quizically, then glancing at the flower again, I caught my breath.

Orange blossom. The flower of a bride-to-be.

Oh God, no.

"Jesus." I hissed.

There was nothing left to hope for, to pine for.

Or was there?

I have to be absolutely sure this is what I want.

There really is no turning back.


Runnin' away, you can't pretend...
3:10 PM

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