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Why is everyone so concerned that their story didn’t make the front page? The people interested in learning or knowing something are the ones who would look through all the pages.

I’ve been following my heart, but it isn’t patient so neither am I. Where shall I turn, then, when I face this brick wall? I would make a ridiculous metaphor as to how this said wall was built, but I’ve already been thinking about it so much that I’m physically tired. But I’m obsessed with it. And as much as I want to, I can’t stop thinking about it. I read 14 chapters of a book preview online and I couldn’t help but pick out umpteen things that I could relate back to me and this wall. And yes, this wall is a person. This wall is you. This wall is also situations. And emotions. And problems, feelings, and mixed signals that we did or didn’t want to give out. But, like all walls, they just stand there, providing no immediate answers. And my patience has not improved in the past 10 minutes. It’s taking everything I have to not give up. Because I know that it’s scalable. I know that on the other side of this wall, there’s something else that’s bigger. Something better. Something worth tearing down a wall, built with hardened pieces of stone and rock, by hand, even if it takes longer than the time we’re given. Because I want this.

“The most beautiful colors chase the sun…
That seems to sing out loud,
‘this is what you’re missing’ “

This is my Bee and I love him. I always have and I always will.

But you see, most of the time I never showed him.

I made a mistake one time,

in telling him I didn’t want to hear

the good things he had to say about me so often,

and in turn, I found myself telling him less and less

of the good things about him.

My Bee is smart, he gets good marks

and he’s the best student in his French class.

His passion for things is incredible

and I have been so lucky to see

the light in his eyes and the joy

on his face when he would

show me these things.

He would be a fine doctor,

or teacher,

or artist,

or writer,

or hula dancer,

or astronaut,

or anything that he ever wanted to be.

My Bee is sweet, and caring, a good friend.

My Bee is stylish, although he doesn’t know it,

he has the best style I have ever seen.

My Bee honors his parents,

and that’s a commandment.

My Bee does not watch TV,

so he has more time to be free.

My Bee writes amazing things,

and he puts all the right verbs next to all the right nouns,

and he makes a sentence and then another,

and before long he’s talking so profound.

My Bee has curly hair:

not too long and not too short.

My Bee likes good music and he wants to tell you why.

“You’ve been talking, I’ve been all ears. Omerta.”

My Bee is patient,

kind.

He does not envy,

or boast.

He is not proud,

nor is he rude.

Most of all, when my Bee would hold me,

I wasn’t afraid.

The dark didn’t seem to be what it

is in its own name,

and all the bad thoughts in my head

would just go away.

And his breath on my neck,

and his hand in mine,

is what lulled me to sleep,

and gave me good dreams.

I could tell me Bee anything,

and not feel ashamed.

For the things that are most unpleasant in my life,

are what he wants me to claim.

My Bee helped me be strong,

and to be a better person.

My Bee has taught me how to love my sister

and to be patient with my mother.

My Bee. My sweet, precious Bee.

My Bee is loving and he always told me.

My Bee is sweet and he always showed me.

My Bee is everything that I have ever wanted,

and I never told him.

Je ne comprends pas beaucoup de choses, mais la vie est toujours belle. Bien que maintenant, j’ai tendance à être en désaccord.

This is my Bee and I love him.

bee just wanted to play with all of this

I’ve been busy keeping the medical world on their toes. So I’ve been a stranger to this and others (sorrrrry). I will now be employed by painting faces of little children at parties and (hopefully) selling homemade goodies (buy them, please! I like eating).

I’m going to start another page on this for a mock shop sort of thing. Not exactly sure how it’s going to work, but it’ll work, I promise!

In the mean time and between time, feel free to shot some ideas this way of something you would want on a folder that you would keep your papers in for school. Along with other ideas, like if you were to buy a set of coasters, what would you want on them? Got the idea? MMMk!

lovelove,
Lee

Dear One E-mail Subscriber,

I’m sorry I am lacking content for you to get mailed to. I will work on this.

Love,
MJ

P.S. Who are you? I’d really love to know!