I'll know that I was strong...

It's been a while since I last posted. The summer has been lazy so far, in some ways...and busy and hectic in others. I've taken up an unpaid internship at a museum in Bethlehem and I've learned so much from my boss so far. How to deal with docents (tour guides) and oddball tourists, the drama and gossip of the partnership keeps her and I occupied all day. But in just the month and a half that I've spent at the museum, I know that this is really what I want to do with my life. Choosing history instead of interior design was the best decision I've made in a long time.

Speaking of good decisions...I lately have made another decision that will probably be the best I've made in a long time as well. I've decided to forget. It's a lot easier than I expected it to be. Probably because the person I've chosen to forget has already forgotten me. With that, a few verses from one of my best friends seems appropriate to end my short blog today.

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There is a girl that I know well
And she will be my strength.
With hair dark like the ocean deep,
And eyes that for the sacred weep,
She knows great things in her young heart,
She's felt the sting of love.
And when her paper airplane crashed,
Found solace up above.

And this girl's hand tight will I hold,
And we will form a chain.
And when all temptation is gone,
It will be we that shall remain.

And every time that I look back
I'll know that I was strong.

There is an angel that I know
And she will be my guide.
She's ethereal like the falling snow,
Returning like the tide.
Her poet's heart beats fast and light,
Like the wings of a dove.
She wraps us in her soft, white light,
And heals us with her love.

This angel's hand tight will I hold,
And we will form a chain.
The three of us together,
It will be we that shall remain.

And every time that I look back
I'll know that I was strong.

There is a devil that I know,
He moves around like smoke.
And with all his senseless hilarity,
It is me he tries to choke.
No, he won't get into my veins,
He will not bring my loved ones pain.

And every time that I look back
I'll know that I was strong.

There is a boy that I love well,
He met those devils, too
But underneath all the weight of the world,
Could not break a demon's spell.
The boy I love gave in,
And he committed a hurtful sin.

And every time that he looks back
He'll know that he was weak.

They say forgiveness is quite hard,
But I know trust is worse.
For trust to be obtained and kept,
Betrayal is its curse.

This verse continues on forever,
This story never ends.
Theses devils never really leave,
And so my heart will never mend.

But every time that I look back
I'll know that I was strong.


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A sword forged in darkness
And shrouded in mystery,
Birthed in dark flames
Without temperance or history,
Glows in the shadows like neon desire,
Kept hot by the coals
Of passion's bright fire.

A sword can shatter,
Turn brittle and break,
What needed only passion,
Heat and fire to make.
A flame can be extinguished
And just suddenly die,
And a flame can be swallowed
By the tears that we cry.

But memories outlive
Our new loves, new names-
You never forget
Your first love, first flame.


Both by K. Gallagher. Smartest girl alive in my opinion.