Love letter from Johnny Cash

<div align="center"> </div><a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7059/6959101719_10d3a9b862_z.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7059/6959101719_10d3a9b862_z.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 574px;" /></a><a href="http://melissabxoxo.blogspot.com/2011/06/man-candy-monday_20.html">Johnny Cash</a> and June Carter Cash had one of those love affairs for the ages, didn't they? The kind that make you think, "I want a love like <em>that</em>." After they both died in 2003 (<em>just four months apart!</em>), their only son, John Carter Cash, began sifting through photos, letters and other family treasures from his pack-rat parents. The collection became <a href="http://www.amazon.com/House-Cash-Legacies-Father-Johnny/dp/1608870286/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1315348168&sr=8-1">House of Cash</a>, a family scrapbook of memories. My favorite find? The above letter, written by Johnny to June, which reads...<br /><br /><em>Hey June,<br /> <br />That's really nice June. You've got a way with words and a way with me as well. The fire and excitement may be gone now that we don't go out there and sing them anymore, but the ring of fire still burns around you and I, keeping our love hotter than a pepper sprout.<br /> <br />Love John</em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn0Af5RLNqItGNKXnuUNuULc1s4iqLEUnWEe4UxP3Y4eXbsB5F6GQIWfD8BrIq_OlKkGbU6EoHKS7MnQT_gHLFz_9zsMCoskazKrmKwyKDGcfiEOFeVvg0BzQhnfVDDrw4ekWoZH51hcU/s1600/aa2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716807095855455906" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn0Af5RLNqItGNKXnuUNuULc1s4iqLEUnWEe4UxP3Y4eXbsB5F6GQIWfD8BrIq_OlKkGbU6EoHKS7MnQT_gHLFz_9zsMCoskazKrmKwyKDGcfiEOFeVvg0BzQhnfVDDrw4ekWoZH51hcU/s400/aa2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" /></a>"<em>Dad never ceased to remind my mother of his love for her</em>," says John Carter. How romantic is that? I picture them somewhere together right now singing to each other, don't you? xoxo<br /><br />[Via <a href="http://tmagazine.blogs.nytimes.com/tag/house-of-cash/">New York Times magazine</a>]

Love letter from Johnny Cash

Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash had one of those love affairs for the ages, didn't they? The kind that make you think, "I want a...

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An Open Letter To Rihanna

Dear Rihanna:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhneXhpLRAhiqMggpkVdaR9Ey2t02ixlnPNy7Hh7gEPfOZ1ni-W82YI5dBmEv1ud4irJa_KJqtfL4fhHplOf2uzYKFyk5ztoIlFNJ3pfshunUAXvOVcovyQONkbtjUDs5el8tq7Fnkjc5A/s1600/01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713918195370238690" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhneXhpLRAhiqMggpkVdaR9Ey2t02ixlnPNy7Hh7gEPfOZ1ni-W82YI5dBmEv1ud4irJa_KJqtfL4fhHplOf2uzYKFyk5ztoIlFNJ3pfshunUAXvOVcovyQONkbtjUDs5el8tq7Fnkjc5A/s400/01.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" /></a>I've always admired you. You've always projected this air of strength and independence that is so inspiring, especially in today's world where those very things are so easily looked down on. You're fearless. You're the woman who isn't afraid of anything.<br /><br />But now? Well, I'm worried that I'm worrying enough for the both of us. You see, ever since I discovered that you're <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/02/20/rihanna-chris-brown-reunite-on-two-remixes_n_1289805.html?ncid=edlinkusaolp00000003">possibly collaborating with Chris Brown</a>, I can't help but feel like my heart is sinking just a little bit. I worry about you. I'm sad for you. Everyone and their brother seems to be mad at you, and I'll admit that my face was red with rage when I first heard the news. A million little questions ran through my mind, like...<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">What is she thinking?<br />How stupid must she be?<br />Did she just forget everything he did to her?</span><br /><br />And the more I thought about it -- and the more questions I asked myself -- the more I realized just how anger-fueled these questions were. To paraphrase Adele, there was a fire burning in my heart. I was seething mad. Just like the rest of the world. But unlike the rest of the world, I'm not angry with you. I'm angry -- burning with anger, remember -- at him. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwS2TOBoX3C2w9KLHFlQZyLMgy33-9mhZ1NwrWMRkfYRYBga-mIxmoTAxVun-26Mz-98VNVAxlSDTYwNSpRKhVPImljF6VnAq3m9tR1x_FHkrGCoE9WznuG-tWOgZ4VZQGs8mpJzVn8Eg/s1600/02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713918191598373410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwS2TOBoX3C2w9KLHFlQZyLMgy33-9mhZ1NwrWMRkfYRYBga-mIxmoTAxVun-26Mz-98VNVAxlSDTYwNSpRKhVPImljF6VnAq3m9tR1x_FHkrGCoE9WznuG-tWOgZ4VZQGs8mpJzVn8Eg/s400/02.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" /></a>So that's precisely what this letter is about. It's about how you're worth it. It's about how no guy is worth any part of you if he doesn't respect all of you. You're deserving of a love in which you don't have to compromise or settle. Yes, it can be scary to move on, but a lot of times, we're stronger than we give ourselves credit for. Sometimes moving on means getting in touch with that stronger self we never knew we had.<br /><br />You once sang about finding love in a hopeless place. Maybe that love isn't with another person. Maybe it's a love for yourself. Because once you have that love (it's the sort of greatest love of all that the great Whitney Houston once sang of...), no one -- especially a guy -- can take it away from you. It's yours. There's a certain power in knowing that, isn't there? So, I hope you'll find it. On your own terms, because you most certainly deserve it.<br /><br />[Photos via <a href="http://www.thefrisky.com/">The Frisky</a> and <a href="http://www.leloveimage.blogspot.com/">Le Love</a>]

An Open Letter To Rihanna

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Wanted: 100-word love stories

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmuVSC82evvcEzNx-FpNl0dQcgLayl4qdusovnTajEgdoqAD4s4WgrFKtUs0-7taUiHX0nhrPJzWrWDF_SBuQ48ktO0gHamjw_xYDto7nGXfTXvTpJU9RtVlDJyWQxcz7smmLXkuL7_CE/s1600/01.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706066645050142274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmuVSC82evvcEzNx-FpNl0dQcgLayl4qdusovnTajEgdoqAD4s4WgrFKtUs0-7taUiHX0nhrPJzWrWDF_SBuQ48ktO0gHamjw_xYDto7nGXfTXvTpJU9RtVlDJyWQxcz7smmLXkuL7_CE/s400/01.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" /></a>As part of our <a href="http://melissabxoxo.blogspot.com/search/label/valentine%27s%20day">Valentine's Day celebration</a>, I want to feature <em>your</em> stories, friends. Your loves. Your heartbreaks. Your first crushes. Your most embarrassing moments. I want to hear it all...stories about your significant other, mother, father, best friend, former best friend. The fun twist? I want to hear these stories in 100 words! Doesn't that sound like fun, friends? I'd love to hear from you, so feel free to email me (mellow1422 [at] aol [dot] com), and look for stories this week and next week! Are you in the Valentine's spirit yet? xoxo<br /><br />[Graphic by <a href="http://www.someecards.com/valentines-day-cards/valentines-day-date-boyfriend-girlfriend-love-funny-ecard">Someecards</a>]

Wanted: 100-word love stories

As part of our Valentine's Day celebration , I want to feature your stories, friends. Your loves. Your heartbreaks. Your first crushes....

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Dear Future Girlfriend

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-xIms9mpxKkPFCzv01Xuzy6vEzK5BQDIVmNfmEVcgL79iRdyzFUOVnANIziGnH5zsoBnpjR97J-h4-FprQmstqGIZnzZumLRl-AFL1W9CBK2Jo1TdG_CwGYTid3HIw9tiub89scnD_QA/s1600/future.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695805483517800706" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-xIms9mpxKkPFCzv01Xuzy6vEzK5BQDIVmNfmEVcgL79iRdyzFUOVnANIziGnH5zsoBnpjR97J-h4-FprQmstqGIZnzZumLRl-AFL1W9CBK2Jo1TdG_CwGYTid3HIw9tiub89scnD_QA/s400/future.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 141px;" /></a>Isn't it funny, friends, how sometimes you somehow become Facebook friends with someone you barely knew in college and now, thanks to the beauty of social networking, you have kept up with what they're doing? I went to college with Nick, and although we barely knew each other, I was beyond happy (<em>inspired!</em>) when he recently launched <a href="http://futuregf.tumblr.com/">Dear Future Girlfriend</a>, an awesome collection of short notes to well, his future girlfriend. It's like my <a href="http://melissabxoxo.blogspot.com/search/label/Letters%20to%20my%20future%20husband">Letters To My Future Husband</a>, only in bite-sized nuggets and directed at the opposite sex. A couple of my favorites so far...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCYKO0aDhtFJEcYLmd64ZXt5Ci1PvIF2KQN-J819Ff-H3Lv_jiMlvAZJIp7voo1cZXaw4UTu10iXcokCpDOtkKKAK7HzVciAjlWdvUx8agHS5ff1n82MLD3dw_VNIyWnis_-EN3FXQy10/s1600/future.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695806649689529746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCYKO0aDhtFJEcYLmd64ZXt5Ci1PvIF2KQN-J819Ff-H3Lv_jiMlvAZJIp7voo1cZXaw4UTu10iXcokCpDOtkKKAK7HzVciAjlWdvUx8agHS5ff1n82MLD3dw_VNIyWnis_-EN3FXQy10/s400/future.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 137px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOYaN7loOwhH-4TBbosHgFIXk2o6Yb8GzN2EV0v6cdmRrGTTPQ0B8OpGm5-36IsRr4l52Z2M6FdnE_VR5MKW4KyzEaIW8oCMXe83Q08lSjuTwX__UiOC8jfFz5ve2hzY8vd8tuAsPDJno/s1600/future2.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695805482384405986" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOYaN7loOwhH-4TBbosHgFIXk2o6Yb8GzN2EV0v6cdmRrGTTPQ0B8OpGm5-36IsRr4l52Z2M6FdnE_VR5MKW4KyzEaIW8oCMXe83Q08lSjuTwX__UiOC8jfFz5ve2hzY8vd8tuAsPDJno/s400/future2.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgBPT47z3PYJG8VhkY1IX6LGakPginTPpnI5wbyqIZmufodKB6ajp8nz1cl31i3cG8D1C-KQF7PGIFNwjOyb4wBqR0SJaTxUt-XLiIKWnClPuTGGcsXeBPPsAj7BYcvGMhyq22hz1PGtk/s1600/future3.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695805479477885122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgBPT47z3PYJG8VhkY1IX6LGakPginTPpnI5wbyqIZmufodKB6ajp8nz1cl31i3cG8D1C-KQF7PGIFNwjOyb4wBqR0SJaTxUt-XLiIKWnClPuTGGcsXeBPPsAj7BYcvGMhyq22hz1PGtk/s400/future3.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 138px;" /></a>How genius is it? Congrats, Nick! <br /><br />P.S. I'm trying to talk him into a collaboration...any ideas? :)

Dear Future Girlfriend

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Oxygen

<span style="font-style:italic;">I just wrote this one this morning when I got to think of guys - and people in general -- who just bring us down in life. Sometimes, we let them bring us down in life when really, we should be walking away. And then we finally have that moment when we realize it's time to walk away. We can finally breathe again. Have you ever felt this way, friends? xoxo</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBoSPNyZN4bGakaeYkgbiS9eLs5ruZ5OWbiLx7wsg9MKDJ-s7UxJVTbE2UAiD7W8ZgOgglgOxozor4oB3cvMT16PCQzqI-1QyGU5WtRTJMfe_DUymUNmcLOXfJI86QaDYB6KnhW7_VfuU/s1600/01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694208483633387970" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBoSPNyZN4bGakaeYkgbiS9eLs5ruZ5OWbiLx7wsg9MKDJ-s7UxJVTbE2UAiD7W8ZgOgglgOxozor4oB3cvMT16PCQzqI-1QyGU5WtRTJMfe_DUymUNmcLOXfJI86QaDYB6KnhW7_VfuU/s400/01.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" /></a><div align="center"><span style="font-style:italic;">The floors creak beneath my feet and remind me of when we used to dance<br />And how we'd dance through the night just to see the sun rise<br />Being with you was like a dream I could live forever<br />Now I can't tell the truth from the lies<br /><br />That girl's face in the mirror<br />I don't recognize her anymore<br />What has she let herself become?<br />She thought it would be so easy<br />When all she's left with is a painful memory<br />Doesn't know how to breathe in a room full of oxygen<br /><br />You made me believe that love was those stars I saw in your eyes and the way your hand felt in mine <br />But you dragged me down like an anchor<br />How could I not see those eyes fooling me? <br />Before I could catch my breath, your love pulled me under<br /><br />That girl's face in the mirror<br />I don't recognize her anymore<br />What has she let herself become?<br />She thought it would be so easy<br />When all she's left with is a painful memory<br />Doesn't know how to breathe in a room full of oxygen<br /><br />I'm not going down with your ship<br />So I'm saying goodbye, like two ghosts in the night<br />So I'm saying goodbye, like two ghosts in the night<br /><br />That girl's face in the mirror<br />I don't recognize her anymore<br />What has she let herself become?<br />She thought it would be so easy<br />When all she's left with is a painful memory<br />Doesn't know how to breathe in a room full of oxygen<br /><br />That girl's face in the mirror<br />I don't recognize her anymore<br />What has she let herself become?<br />She thought it would be so easy<br />When all she's left with is a painful memory<br />Doesn't know how to breathe in a room full of oxygen</span></div><br /><br />[Photos via <a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/20594911">We Heart It</a>]

Oxygen

I just wrote this one this morning when I got to think of guys - and people in general -- who just bring us down in life. Sometimes, we let ...

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A Thousand Years

<span style="font-style:italic;">I actually just wrote this one this morning. There are words in life we all wish we'd said, but could never find the courage to. We keep waiting for that moment to come around again, but sometimes it doesn't. And realizing that is even harder than swallowing those words you never said. Have you ever felt this way, friends? xoxo</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6EPfbbCSx3HjdsJ31Bn2nZn_GQfuqwVw2YG90Rn1eG8obpiV1ql2S4yBWHpmO03ih7FgqbR1j9rN1m1yfSF13sd-nfKm5ep8UGkCgOrOzaMKZOIkIb1wRZOcfzbtkm_EAeYw7TVtB0B6B/s1600/01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683444052959333458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6EPfbbCSx3HjdsJ31Bn2nZn_GQfuqwVw2YG90Rn1eG8obpiV1ql2S4yBWHpmO03ih7FgqbR1j9rN1m1yfSF13sd-nfKm5ep8UGkCgOrOzaMKZOIkIb1wRZOcfzbtkm_EAeYw7TVtB0B6B/s400/01.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" /></a><span style="font-style:italic;"><div align="center">You dance around like a daydream in my head<br />A picture-perfect vision of what could have been<br />Looks like I was the one who should have known<br />Fairytales seem darker in the morning light<br />But your face, your smile, it's painted in my mind<br />So I cry the tears of the words I never told<br /><br />I could wait a thousand years<br />Walk a thousand miles in every direction<br />Look you in the eye and tell you everything I'm feeling inside<br />But a thousand years won't change your perspective<br />And I've been waiting a thousand years to fly<br /><br />We look awkwardly at each other, wish I could see you through rose-colored glasses again<br />Maybe then, I could change everything that's happened<br />Ooooh, you've got a way of pulling me under<br />All beginnings have an ending, but our ending doesn't have a beginning<br />Just a heart now full of empty feelings<br />Realizing that now is never going to be forever<br /><br />I could wait a thousand years<br />Walk a thousand miles in every direction<br />Look you in the eye and tell you everything I'm feeling inside<br />But a thousand years won't change your perspective<br />And I've been waiting a thousand years to fly<br /><br />But your face, your smile, it's painted in my mind<br />I'll think of you this way every time, every time, every time<br /><br />I could wait a thousand years<br />Walk a thousand miles in every direction<br />Look you in the eye and tell you everything I'm feeling inside<br />But a thousand years won't change your perspective<br />And I've been waiting a thousand years to fly<br /><br />I could wait a thousand years<br />Walk a thousand miles in every direction<br />Look you in the eye and tell you everything I'm feeling inside<br />But a thousand years won't change your perspective<br />And I've been waiting a thousand years to fly</div></span><br /><br />[Photo via <a href="http://leloveimage.blogspot.com/2011/12/us.html">Le Love</a>]

A Thousand Years

I actually just wrote this one this morning. There are words in life we all wish we'd said, but could never find the courage to. We keep...

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An Open Letter To Myself.

Dear Melissa:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVH4As04hiHtUo9tWy8ZxZeR-7MbvVNKUyNPyZ-3cYa7gtdLSxusKUJiI_ocEstnaryutcfHkQayMMDmDOHqTUrex6tP3ld41aFTTK3mN7BWFdFnQfpeKp9BFPXCaa_iGhyONIQGO_kS4k/s1600/aa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667056085193966098" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVH4As04hiHtUo9tWy8ZxZeR-7MbvVNKUyNPyZ-3cYa7gtdLSxusKUJiI_ocEstnaryutcfHkQayMMDmDOHqTUrex6tP3ld41aFTTK3mN7BWFdFnQfpeKp9BFPXCaa_iGhyONIQGO_kS4k/s400/aa.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" /></a>Oh, Melissa, you're a good girl, remember? You're the sort of girl a guy's parents would love and welcome into the family with open arms. You're the sort of girl who is at once too innocent to even realize she's innocent. You do what's right. All the time.<br /><br />But at night, when you're lying in bed and drifting off to sleep, I know that you sometimes find yourself dreaming about Sandy, Olivia Newton-John's character in <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0077631/">Grease</a>. By the end of the film, she went from being a straight-laced, Little Miss Perfect to a leather-clad, puffy-haired, wild-child-in-training with spunk the size of that loud hair. You've always had a secret yearning to be her. You marvel at how someone could be so comfortable with going from the seemingly good girl to the bad girl. And then, the inevitable question comes up: <strong><em>When will it be your time to rebel</em></strong>?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt-t1iUsJ5AFIKBcbVlwgTN7kwbSlRCr7F9SudHvdeH2gAZjEQzNJM03uVVaz29YYMBi6DPyO0xHMCDIqpMyDJYrFK0hy34alBKRCrC2P_63aZ-faXTs6SazzSQ-KhWbMlTSuY3Tvlgltd/s1600/aa2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667056080653424418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt-t1iUsJ5AFIKBcbVlwgTN7kwbSlRCr7F9SudHvdeH2gAZjEQzNJM03uVVaz29YYMBi6DPyO0xHMCDIqpMyDJYrFK0hy34alBKRCrC2P_63aZ-faXTs6SazzSQ-KhWbMlTSuY3Tvlgltd/s400/aa2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" /></a>The truth is, I know that you wish you could be impulsive sometimes. Not the sort of fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants, always-throwing-caution-to-the-wind impulsive girl. But maybe just doing something because <em>not</em> doing it would leave you with more regret, because you got so caught up in the moment that you just let your heart take over, because for the first time in your life, you just let go.<br /><br />Do you ever get tired of all the thinking, analyzing, calculating, constantly worrying about the fall-out, the consequences. Don't you sometimes just want to say, "Who cares"?<br /><br />Remember that one time when you found yourself folding laundry, something that is decisively good-two-shoes-y? What song should show up on SIRIUS? The '90's classic by Wilson-Phillips. <br /><br /><em>I don't wanna think about it<br />Don't wanna think clear<br />Don't analyze<br />What I'm doing here<br />Wanna be impulsive<br />Reckless<br />And lose myself in your kiss<br /><br />You're giving me a feeling<br />It's a sudden rush<br />Acting on the moment<br />Spontaneous, woh<br />Ooh this is not like me<br />To follow my heart so easily</em><br /><br />I know, I know; it's a little slice of '90s cheese, but you can't deny that these are some very wise women. For some reason, that song always struck a chord with you as a child. Were there actually people in the world like that? It all just seemed like a foreign, scary land - someplace your straight-laced, buttoned-up self would never, ever enter. Nope. No way. You must never enter. After all, it's a slippery slope. One day you're harmlessly living it up rebel-style by drinking regular instead of diet Barq's and the next, you find yourself standing in front of an Elvis impersonator/minister in Las Vegas pledging your undying love to someone you met at the casino lunch buffet.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN99JxiYvdNsCPQR6WPW7jyYYKDZ5XRlEk0vMSaFqGFzgt6g0hhFDl1oDI7zWGrd5KMue1G5dLTdNjkCfccNWFqdesORkNZcjrXjanPK0bPVyBpscFg-SiICuvp1Ywtd9HPAy5Hcr8AAyk/s1600/aa3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667056412888409314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN99JxiYvdNsCPQR6WPW7jyYYKDZ5XRlEk0vMSaFqGFzgt6g0hhFDl1oDI7zWGrd5KMue1G5dLTdNjkCfccNWFqdesORkNZcjrXjanPK0bPVyBpscFg-SiICuvp1Ywtd9HPAy5Hcr8AAyk/s400/aa3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" /></a>There's a fine line between experiencing life and being stupid. I know you're smart enough to know the difference. And maybe all these wanting-to-be-impulsive fantasies are overrated, anyway. After all, I'm sure that kind of lifestyle gets old after awhile. But in the meantime, who says you <em>have</em> to fold your laundry...? :)<br /><br />[Photos via <a href="http://www.weheartit.com">We Heart It</a>]

An Open Letter To Myself.

Dear Melissa: Oh, Melissa, you're a good girl, remember? You're the sort of girl a guy's parents would love and welcome into the...

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MEMO TO MEN: The deserve dilemma

TO: Men all over the planet <br />FROM: Melissa <br />RE: She's not worthy.<br />DATE: October 6, 2011<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-jonaupJkoXZ66MUJfwOidK0KOKvxgSu77Ydwl4ITKENq8vM0sfg8aucSh6BZ6asvYHY4ZCMXRgUBNgp1zzqJSuvYlFjjjpumu1tXnjEzgNnytx2MEbc_berdEYOULV53zk9P09XtAH_G/s1600/01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660464984javascript:void(0)285275602" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-jonaupJkoXZ66MUJfwOidK0KOKvxgSu77Ydwl4ITKENq8vM0sfg8aucSh6BZ6asvYHY4ZCMXRgUBNgp1zzqJSuvYlFjjjpumu1tXnjEzgNnytx2MEbc_berdEYOULV53zk9P09XtAH_G/s400/01.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" /></a>An eye-opener today, boys: It's really sad seeing a guy with a girl who completely doesn't deserve him. And what's worse? Not being able to say anything...<br /><br />And why can't you say anything? Because you know the words you say will change things, and it's the kind of change there's no going back from. It would be that sort of irreversible, teeth-clenching, anxiety-producing change that, in the end, you might not have wanted as much as you once thought you did.<br /><br />I've known a few of these boys in my time, and maybe it was my own fault for not saying anything. They didn't look happy. They didn't even look content. In fact, they looked downright miserable...the sort of miserable that paradoxically makes you feel as if you have everything yet nothing all at the same time. You should be happy, right? I mean, think about it: You're in a relationship with, supposedly, a girl who makes your heart go all flippity floppity and who you want to spend all your time with. So why is it that when you're with her, you, well, sort of wish you were anywhere else...in the universe?<br /><div align="center"> </div><a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6099/6217764423_938a766e58_o.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6099/6217764423_938a766e58_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 570px;" /></a>Trust me, boys, I've wanted to say something. There's been many a time that I've wanted to shout it from the highest mountain hoping my message would somehow get through to you. But honestly? I've never really known how. Well, not tactfully, anyway. Sure, I could have just blurted it out, but that probably would have only added more problems than solved. And besides, I'm not at all too sure if it's even my place to say anything.<br /><br />So what does all this mean? If it's not the kind of relationship that makes you want to break out in song and wave your jazz hands and shout it from a hilltop a la the opening scene in the sound of Music, then you know what, boys? That girl just doesn't deserve you. It's as simple as that.<br /><br />I often wonder why you sometimes constantly choose girls who are completely wrong for you. Is it because you really and truly don't see how wrong said girl is for you? Is it that she's put some sort of spell on you with her beauty? Or maybe you're just as confused as I am?<br /><br />Take it from me, then: There are millions of other, more-deserving fish out there. Fish that are going to blow those undeserving fish out of the water. So tell me, boys, are you game?<br /><br />[Photos via <a href="http://www.leloveimage.blogspot.com">Le Love</a>]

MEMO TO MEN: The deserve dilemma

TO: Men all over the planet FROM: Melissa RE: She's not worthy. DATE: October 6, 2011 An eye-opener today, boys: It's really sad see...

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