The fact of reasoning.

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.

imissyou my edward.

Garage Sale / Saturday Market

a typical morning.
i wake up early. but i wish i could of slept in
but you know. i am very happy.
i bought : a ps2 & controllers
2 DDR MATTS
and like 25 games
for.. 50 bucks.
pwn'd
super happy. good mood.
going to a feast out tonight at the brechins
ive decided to wait to have sex until marrage
and yes, i had sex before. but im not going to
anymore. i want to do it. im going to do it.
i promise myself. --love emma

a new fews

New blog.
New beginning.
New life. i emma bradley am comitted on writing in this blog atleast 1 a week. i solely swear on jc's life.
so dont you feel. emma's here.

Trust is a tricky thing.
Sometimes you have to give it up,
sometimes you have to let it be broken.
but there's no reason why you shouldn't use it again.