<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042769894620432764</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:54:32.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Lost Soul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1042769894620432764/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulramblings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>1dimplemari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920125689215462050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s9clZplCFdc/TdgOru4Ov4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/EzaV72WKU1s/s220/mari.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042769894620432764.post-8730885087062374646</id><published>2011-03-05T09:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T09:50:54.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Historia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nine years have passed since we first met. I still think about what we had. It was really good. I think the happiest I've ever been. I did anything and everything for you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Six years ago u made the worst decision of my life. Left me here, alone. Took off to Colorado, why? I dont know. At that same it was also the best decision of your life. You've been changing your life around. Im so happy for you. Just wished I would have been the reason for you to want to change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two weeks ago you called me because you needed a friend to talk with.&amp;#160; We spoke longer than I thought we would.&amp;#160; You told me how much you missed me.&amp;#160; About how we were good together.&amp;#160; Almost made me think I wanted to get back with you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've realized that we will never be, again.&amp;#160; Never once did we have a ridiculous arguement.&amp;#160; Always kept me happy. Everytime I saw you or heard your voice, I'd have a smile on my face. No matter what you did I always had your back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I've met someone, who may or may not like me. I get those same feelings for him. I'm not saying he's the one, but he makes me smile and right now thats what I need. I wish you'd understand that I've grown up a lot since we 16/17yrs old.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1042769894620432764-8730885087062374646?l=soulramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8730885087062374646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulramblings.blogspot.com/2011/03/la-historia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1042769894620432764/posts/default/8730885087062374646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1042769894620432764/posts/default/8730885087062374646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulramblings.blogspot.com/2011/03/la-historia.html' title='La Historia'/><author><name>1dimplemari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920125689215462050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s9clZplCFdc/TdgOru4Ov4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/EzaV72WKU1s/s220/mari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042769894620432764.post-4166664122278136461</id><published>2011-03-02T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T10:57:43.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As i sit here and think about all the little conversations that we've had in the past, I wonder where did it all begin? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Was it when you asked me to cook for you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Was it when I text you just 'cause?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Was it when you called me that morning of the 1st winter storm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When did it all begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;All these feelings that I have in my heart are soo confusing to me.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what to make of them. Do I tell you? Do I just leave them locked up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;See, I've poured my heart out before and it's gotten me nowhere.&amp;nbsp; Then again, not saying anything won't get me anywhere.&amp;nbsp; So what do I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What if I tell you how I feel and you don't feel the same way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What if you don't want to be my friend anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What if you feel the complete opposite from me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What if I mean absolutely nothing to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Then again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What if I tell you how I feel and you've felt the same way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What if you just weren't sure about how I felt and were waiting for me to tell you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What if you just want to be closer to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What if you want me to stay in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Truth be told all I can think about is wanting to be in your arms and feel your lips on mine once again.&amp;nbsp; I can't help but think "I'm crazy to think that a guy like you would ever want a girl like me".&amp;nbsp; At the same time I don't want to have those doubts later on in life. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What if I would've told you and you wanted to tried us out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What if it would've worked out and we had a great relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So many "What if"s. And thats exactly what I don't want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As I type this out, I've realized&amp;nbsp;something.&amp;nbsp; In life there will always be "What if"s.&amp;nbsp; There's always different roads you can take and they won't all be used. Hence you'll always wonder "What if&amp;nbsp;I did that and not this?" and vice versa.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Unfortunately it hurts more when it comes to matters of the heart and soul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1042769894620432764-4166664122278136461?l=soulramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4166664122278136461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulramblings.blogspot.com/2011/03/if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1042769894620432764/posts/default/4166664122278136461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1042769894620432764/posts/default/4166664122278136461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulramblings.blogspot.com/2011/03/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>1dimplemari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02920125689215462050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s9clZplCFdc/TdgOru4Ov4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/EzaV72WKU1s/s220/mari.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
