 From A Walk To Remember Landon: Can you find this star, right here? Jamie: Sure. So why am I looking for this star? Landon: Because I had it named for you. See? It's official. It's from the International Star Registry. Jamie: This is wonderful... I love you. 
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Sunday, October 24, 2004 I miss being hugged. I miss the warm, fuzzy feeling a sincere hug could give. I miss moments when I would just be sitting in a corner and a friendly face would approach me, and would reach out to envelop me in his or her arms. No words would be said. Instant recogniton would be written in our face and eyes. Within the moment of hugging someone, no one would have to be wiser. Or stronger. Or better at this or that. No struggle. No competition...especially with myself . I wouldn't have to put on a tough facade, or an aloof stance, or be in a corner just by myself again as how it has been for some parts of my life. At least not for a few seconds. It was never my intent but I guess I have always been used to observing and being the quiet one. I prefer to express myself with the use of a pen. I admit I don't reach out too quickly and I guess that makes people not want to get close to me. But because of my penchant for singing and dancing ( although i'm a so-so dancer) and expressing myself and my opinion for people to hear, there were a number of times when the spotlight was on me and I enjoyed them.Deep inside I am a ham. I do like it. But after all that, I tend to go back to my own corner . And then I would ponder on a number of things. I just sometimes wish that being exposed to others wouldn't have to be so lonely. Being quiet could get sad at times but sometimes it is lonelier and more cruel to be in a crowd. One thing about doing things that I like, some of them would involve the risk of being under public scrutiny. People would see me and would think that in that brief moment they saw the spotlight on me , they know me all too well. And why the mention of these things? It is because I have realized that whether I am in a crowd or by myself, I know it wouldn't be so bad if I could just give and receive a hug. Find solace in it. In a few seconds or in a minute, the world would be muted... like things would be hushed by a blanket of snow. The dreamer and active me, my aspirations and the thoughts of the others around me would co-exist but for a few seconds I would simply be myself and stripped of labels and prejudice. Even the "loner" part of me would dissolve, at least for the time being. I would only have myself and the other person reaching out to me, being aware only of the simplest things, the warmth from one person to the other, the beating of my heart, and the rising and falling of the other person's back on my palms, the meekness and beauty of it all. |