Brown Bear Nation Welcome to the Brown Bear Episodes. Sit back, relax, read, view, and possibly enjoy the post-grad saga of a girl with no shame and a whole lot of heart.

Forgive me these words my hands have set free, fore I know not what you’ll say or what you’ll think of me. I miss you like the most desolate desert misses a purest spring rain in vain. It too cries as the sun rises and regrets as it sets. I miss you like Penelope missed Odysseus. I miss your hands, your eyes, your nose, your kiss. I miss the feel of your beard between my fingertips, against your lips, delivering to you my sarcastic quips. I miss the sound of your voice, your glare that makes my soul cry, to say goodbye, it broke my heart and both you and I know why. You’re like the sweetest drug, the purest thing my heart has ever known, the most righteous sin, the safest place I’ve ever been and my head falls into my hands thinking of how I’ll have to wait to be held by you again. With every beat of this aching heart, I miss the things that pissed me off, that made me laugh, that made me sigh, and I try, I try not to miss you, but I do.

…I’m a little dramatic, but it makes for good poetry…..

Here is my honest deduction of my situation, internal conflict is a motherfucker, but I’ve moved passed that. I’m not a heartless bitch, though I thought I could get away with telling myself I was. All I know is that I adore the kid, hes incredible. I’m also sure that we’ve both retards when it comes to feelings HAHAHAH and would rather eat jalapenos continously then talk about them. I do miss him though and wish that I had like one hr more.