He bought all my stares, he stole my heart, his innocence drew me in
deeper with every word his soft voice spoke, he was so cute, so cute
that made me redefine the meaning of word “cute”, I just don’t know
where to start … maybe it’s the way he says hello everytime he picks
up the call, or maybe it’s the way he speaks hindi that you just can’t
stop smiling, or maybe it’s the way he is so clueless to the 10105
sentences you spoke in a single breath and he says “yea, yea” and
you say “hey, I’m asking you a question, what ‘yea,yea’ ?” , or maybe
it’s the way he says “baby” and your heart skips a thousand beats, or
maybe it’s the way you are so completely angry with him for some
reason you later realize is completely stupid misunderstanding, or
maybe it’s the way you completely trust him and aren’t really worried
with the zenith number of girls he talks about, or maybe it’s the way
you really miss him when you don’t talk to him for one whole day or
maybe it’s the way he sings all songs for you with his innocent heart
or maybe it’s the way you just don’t want to talk to him cause you are
so angry, but completely forget everything when you hear his voice,
or maybe it’s the way he surprises you occasionally, or maybe it’s the
way he shares every little detail with you, or maybe it’s the way he’s
just so damn funny and the weirdest incidents happen with him, or
maybe it’s the way you love irritating him like speaking in a loud voice
when you know he’s just woken up from sleep, or talking about some
random guy and seeing him turn green, or maybe it’s the way he gets
this really cute anger when you call him after 5 min though you’d
promised after 2 min and hear him go angry, hehehe, or maybe it’s

the way you want to make each day of his life special, or maybe it’s
the way you die of trying to figure out what he actually feels even
though you more or less can guess it right, or maybe it’s the way how
you and him wrote the most beautiful magical poem they’d ever
known or maybe it’s the way he is as crazy as you and both try to
compare who’s weirder, hehe, or maybe it’s the way you and him
finish all balance talking to each other or maybe it’s the way how
everything fell into place without even realizing it happened, or
maybe it’s the way you fall short of words trying to describe exactly
the way you feel for him…

So this goes out to him, to whom my words shall falter if I try to tell
him the way I think I love him, and to him I write words and thoughts
that I might never be able to speak cause I’ll end up laughing, and
hehe I really don’t know why, but somehow you make me laugh all
the time, even when you don’t intend to, hehe, soorrryyy but I just
can’t stop smiling or laughing when I’m with you…

To all the times we’ve shared,
Shortening the physical distance that separates us…
And times that are to come,
I wish to be your valentine today and for eons to come…

—– from a secret admirer, whose secret ain’t a secret anymore…
Happy Valentine Day <3

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Dear Kim,

There is no doubt you are a hopeless romantic, you love falling in love, the same way your family loves a good cover photo. I believe you when you say you thought this marriage was forever, except for the fact that I also think you knew far before your wedding day that you were just not that into him (hello those dogs on your pretty bed? Never going to happen.) 
But you forged ahead, because you had already signed on the dotted line and the train had already left the building and you’re a people pleaser. Public commitment sucks.

I have always given you credit, well actually, I give Mama Kris props for taking your little sex video and manipulating the public to catapult your bank account to the zillions. There’s no fault in solid, good business, but this whole wedding, relationship and divorce shenanigan — this is where we need to have a little talk.

I have so many less than lady like things I want to say about you, but I’ve decided to leave the name calling to all the not so happy people who have said you’re a shallow, overrated, attention seeking, sad, pathetic, pointless, money hungry human. People are not being very nice, but we live in America, so we have to let the people say what they need to, to get through it.

I think it’s safe to assume, the only thing that is on your mind right now is how you’re going to ride the wave of a PR crisis that mommy got you into; so while Mama Kris figures out how she’s going to get you out of this and make 37 million while doing so, I’m going to give you a handful of other things to think about.

1. The 400 people who drove to Santa Barbara in LA traffic, many of those people had to get babysitters and rearrange their lives to watch your pretty fantasy spill out in black and white and roses; you sort of owe them babysitting and hotel money, it’s the least you can do.

2. You received millions of dollars from E! For the rights to air your farce of a fabulous, over-the-top wedding and yet, we still can’t get gay marriage legalized. If you have one ounce of integrity, I challenge you with all my being, to donate half of that fee you received towards the mission to get gay marriage legalized. I don’t even care about what state you do it in, just do it.

3. The wedding vendors who worked their asses off to make your perfect fantasy come to life and got paid zero in hopes to use your wedding to move their business forward, well, you might want to go ahead pay them for their stellar services; it’s the polite and proper thing to do. Oh, and, if they won’t take your money, because they’re ass kissers, I have a whole list of friends who run charities who will be happy to accept your donation in lieu of the 20 million in free products and services you received. Tweet me, I’ll send you their contact info.

4. If you’re wondering what do about that 20.5-carat ring, that little bling would do miracles for the LAUSD and help thousands of children get a better education. Just think about it, you could make change happen in your own backyard. What a concept, right? My educator husband will be happy to help guide you in this area. Tweet me, I’ll re-tweet it to him.

5. While your image and “brand” pushes sex to the millionth degree, my friends Alison, Aleda, Maria and Barbara see, treat and refer about 62,400 women a year in Haiti who are affected by gender based violence through WeAdvance.org. They built an itty-bitty clinic that is more powerful than any magazine cover. Imagine what you could do for these women, with just the cost of catering from your wedding — now that’s a cover story.

I think you get where I am going with all this.

Put down the Blackberry, add an “out of the country” signature on your Twitter account, tell mama Kris to back the hell up and get your ass out of Tinseltown.

Be bold, be independent and surprise yourself and everyone else around you. Book a one-way solo ticket to a third world country and get some real life experience and perspective, you need it. It’s time to reach far and deep into your soul and see some things you need to see and create a vision of who you want to be as a woman. This is what Oprah might call your defining moment — which path are you going to choose?

Go, sit in the uncomfortable. Dare to become a woman who stands for something and become someone who gives back and inspires young women to be something unique and spectacular; be known for creating good versus empty and predictable.

Go. Be authentic.

This whole famous for nothing and living your life out loud on television with no true purpose other than cash and fame is not what your father would have wished for you.

You have to know when to say when, and when is right now.

1/22/2012 4:56:40 AM

A very good morning Ms Alexander
I see in you as a City Lady / plus a little bit of a Country Lady who is extremely beautiful.
Would you be looking for the strong, romantic, loving, honest , confident type man
I’m a very romantic lover who also can make you laugh plus has a gentle side too?
My goal is to be one half of a loving couple a very simple goal and I am very serious on this goal…

I enjoy the country life style very much so…I’m always ready to try something new also.
I am a Home Building Contractor , in the new home building business in Europe / South America / Asia & locally & home renovations locally. I work hard and I even still get my hands dirty once in awhile too I have great employees that make me look good. I like helping people out that do not have enough money to have repairs done on their homes.
Social injustice is something that bothers me a lot . I enjoy most outdoor sports plus many other things.

ROZ here working & living in very wonderful Vancouver till things improve in OH for building contractors so that we can make a living again.
I am very real and seeking a lasting loving real relationship are you ?
You are so very beautiful, with style and your very confident plus with a very beautiful brilliant smile plus a wonderful figure…Would love talking. Call or email me…ROZ

@2012 Roses In The Rain/Nashville, TN/All Rights Reserved/Thanks for sharing…
Taken from the book: Relationships (Lora’s love letters) by permission.

I feel like screaming,

                                Screaming your name

I want to yell

                Yell out to you today

Nightmares,

                They torture my mind whilst I sleep

Tears,

                Flood my pillows when I wake

This all caused by a disease, a death.

Blades, ropes, pills… you name it, they call out to me.

                Telling me how to use them to fix this all

The voices

                Voices screaming, screeching in my mind.

                                They tell me how I am a failure or how I am worthless.

People say, “you’ll be alright”

                But what do they know? They know nothing, the way I feel inside.

                                Its like I’m being shredded and torn apart.

                They tell me how I’m strong and a fighter.

                                Why? Because I smile all the time or laugh a lot.

                                                That means nothing, I’m just good at hiding the pain I’m in.

Why does life rip people apart? Why do good people die young?

                Questions I ask myself everyday.

Is it real? Or just a dream?

                Is my best friend really still alive… No, that’s just my dream. But it feels oh so real

                Real enough that I believe he is when I wake up!

I watch his girlfriend cry, suffer everyday.

I promised to look after her.

                But she is in so much pain and it makes it harder to bare.

                                The once happy girl she now suffers through her days!

It tears me apart to see my sister so upset.

                It hurts even more because of how upset she is!

                                But what hurts the most is not having him, not talking to him or hearing his voice.

                                The only sound I hear from him is the screech of pain on his death bed that is burnt into my brain! It haunts me at night.

It will always haunt me…

     You work so hard everyday and I know you’re tired. You don’t have the energy to work on us but I fear if we don’t we won’t last much longer. The way we used to be was so wild and careless. I remember the summertime and especially those warm nights like they never faded away. Those long stary nights are exactly what got us into this mess. We’d be out next to the river all day long. We’d tan and catch fish and take a dip in the water. At night we’d just lay there under the stars and talk while the mosquitoes and June bugs and lightning bugs filled the air. At the time it just felt right but looking back it seems sort of magical.

     The last time we made love, almost two months ago, was so angry and rough. You didn’t hold me or touch me the same way you used to. It makes me sad that we ever let those summer days slip away. I never thought I’d live in the same house with someone I didn’t speak to. We don’t kiss before you leave for work, we don’t cuddle under the covers at night after Bentley’s asleep. It’s heartbreaking to me. I’ve been living off of ginger ale and plain crackers because the morning sickness is worse than ever. I’m scared to tell you there’s another life growing inside my body because it doesn’t seem like you want it anymore. 

Our dreams are coming true but I feel like we aren’t really living anymore. If we could just hold each other and work this out we’d be so happy.

I love you, Johnny.