I spell God: L.O.V.E. with a capital PASSION.
But sometimes i like to spell it L.I.F.E. with an apostrophe BEAUTIFUL
and depending on my mood, I might go with L.I.G.H.T.-O.M.N.I.P.R.E.S.E.N.T.
I spell God G.O.O.D.
On the days when I forget myself, my favorite way to spell God, and probably the most important way is: S.A.L.V.A.T.I.O.N. with an accent mark on the GRACE.
Other ways to spell God:
OMNISCIENT
OMNIPOTENT
ALPHA-OMEGA
GENESIS'REVELATION
(I AM)
FAI(nvisible)TH; the "nvisible" is silent.
Monday, July 30, 2012
On Losing Best Friends and Salsa Dancing
To say that I'm going to miss you terribly
will be the biggest understatement that has ever left my lips.
To say that I might cry when you leave
is the purest truth I've ever told.
I wish you weren't moving so far away.
We met in a Salsa class;
I was introduced to you by your sister
who came to me imploring me to dance with you in proxy of someone
who had to ditch for some reason.
From there it's all history.
From the moment we met you enchanted me
and I have to admit.
I totally had the biggest crush on you.
I couldn't help it.
You were just too beautiful.
But your interests were in someone else
so we settled into an instantaneous close friendship.
For reasons I still don't quite understand
we've always clicked.
Always gotten it.
Always understood.
You trusted me without knowing why
while I was still a stranger to you.
We told everything there was to know about ourselves
as if we were trying to make up for lost time
because we'd just always been best friends
and never knew it.
We could talk about absolutely everything
and absolutely nothing forever it seemed : )
And we laaaaaaaaauuuuuuugggghhhhhhhhheeeedddddddd.
Oh, did we laugh.
We laughed until
We couldn't stand
We couldn't cry anymore
We couldn't breathe anymore!
We haven't ever really stopped laughing
and to this day
there's no one I laugh with more.
Smiles and chuckles of every kind are never scarce whenever we
speak.
Once we get started, there's no stopping us.
Our simultaneous laughter only makes the laughing harder
until it's a near impossibility that we'll find composure again.
I will miss going to your house. I will miss your family.
I will miss spontaneous hang out sessions
And your Puerto Rican slang lessons.
I will miss your honesty and your endearing eyes.
I will miss your quick wit and impersonations of the people you
tell stories about
Most of all I will miss being in the presence of one who is
willing to share all of the best and the worst moments of their life with me.
I can’t tell you how glad I am that we met that night
That warm night at CHS in the cafeteria.
I can’t explain just how much you mean to me.
You are one in 7 billion and I hope that we’re friends for as long
as we live.
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