<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363403617892091017</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:48:46.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LoveStories by Cupcakes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cupcake Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653934289817315404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18Vbm2IlIMo/Skln5iH2xBI/AAAAAAAAABE/9PdPHOJxKs0/S220/FavorBoxwithheart.jpg.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363403617892091017.post-5309239492354331016</id><published>2009-11-08T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:08:11.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that ONE.</title><content type='html'>some people will always be together. no matter how hard they try to claim their singleness, they are forever tied to at least one person.. the one that first taught us how to love someone outside of our immediate family, yet also the first one that taught us never to trust wholeheartedly again. smh. so why is it so hard to completely break away? is it because we get so comfortable in the things and people we already know and are familiar with? or is it because we will truly and honestly forever love that special ONE? i look around amongst my peers and the couples from high school that are still together to this day are still going strong, whereas the one's that have "broken up" play it off as if they're "not together" on the surface yet still have some deep connection that is so obvious yet they keep denying it. it's like what Chamar Moore says in , &lt;em&gt;A Diary of A Mad Black Woman,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; "when you really love someone, you can't just be their friend."&lt;/span&gt; So True. i mean, no matter how hurt you felt during your break up, or how infatuated you become with the next person.. it will never replace that first love.. and for most people that's something that's just too hard to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;vanilla cream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cupcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363403617892091017-5309239492354331016?l=lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5309239492354331016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/11/lovers-vs-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/5309239492354331016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/5309239492354331016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/11/lovers-vs-friends.html' title='that ONE.'/><author><name>Cupcake Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653934289817315404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18Vbm2IlIMo/Skln5iH2xBI/AAAAAAAAABE/9PdPHOJxKs0/S220/FavorBoxwithheart.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363403617892091017.post-6403145783311433895</id><published>2009-10-25T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:05:54.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sooner than later</title><content type='html'>"I forgot to call you on your birthday, you swear you're the last thing on my mind. There is nothing I can do to fix it, all you ever asked me for was time"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  feeling a little down I guess you can say... it's been a minute since we've came on here &amp;amp; shared our stories... but I'm feeling like this is something that can't be avoided.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; happy birthday to me? thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363403617892091017-6403145783311433895?l=lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6403145783311433895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/10/sooner-than-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/6403145783311433895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/6403145783311433895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/10/sooner-than-later.html' title='sooner than later'/><author><name>Cupcake Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653934289817315404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18Vbm2IlIMo/Skln5iH2xBI/AAAAAAAAABE/9PdPHOJxKs0/S220/FavorBoxwithheart.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363403617892091017.post-4937415125784805576</id><published>2009-07-21T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:19:58.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody's someone</title><content type='html'>so I met someone new so far he&amp;#39;s amazing... I don&amp;#39;t want to judge him on my past .. I wanna give it all a new try just a fresh start. We actually found out that we have a few mutual friends but we came to compromise that we would just pretend like we didn&amp;#39;t so we could learn from each other instead of basing our judgments on what others have to say .. He&amp;#39;s so far amazing ... &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;When it comes to life and love, why do we believe our worst reviews?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;this is something I want to stop doing .. I wanna just go with the wind &amp;amp; be free .. &lt;p&gt;I wanna be emancipated &amp;amp; for the first time let life happen instead of thinking about it ..&lt;p&gt;-mocha cupcake&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363403617892091017-4937415125784805576?l=lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4937415125784805576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/somebodys-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/4937415125784805576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/4937415125784805576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/somebodys-someone.html' title='somebody&apos;s someone'/><author><name>Cupcake Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653934289817315404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18Vbm2IlIMo/Skln5iH2xBI/AAAAAAAAABE/9PdPHOJxKs0/S220/FavorBoxwithheart.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363403617892091017.post-3193770252535824485</id><published>2009-07-11T02:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:14:46.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to you</title><content type='html'>I still miss you. Its weird to randomly feel this way out of nowhere. After so long you'd think I've let it go. Maybe it's because I never got the closure I needed to help let go. Or is it the unanswered questions left in my head. Questions on why our relationship ended the way it did, why did you act the way you did, did I provoke any of it, was it your personal feelings or was it because you were leaving to school that you felt the need to push me away. These are all questions that still run through my head &amp;amp; that I don't have the courage to ask you. Is your heart still mine ? Do you ever feel what I feel, the kisses &amp;amp; moments we shared do you miss them or even remember them. Getting a wiff of the cologne you wore makes me wanna cry. I'm not one to breakdown but sometimes I wish I could go back in time &amp;amp; fix things so that you could be mine again.  When you left I felt lost like nothing would ever be the same for me, like life w/o you couldn't continue. I cried 2 straight weeks. Now I find myself being afraid to be with anyone else, letting anyone get close to me. I've just recently came up with the strength to admit that its fear that keeps me from a new relationship. Its been soooo many years &amp;amp; I still remember everything we shared like it was yesterday. You were the only love I knew. Your departure drove me crazy. So now as I sit here thinking about you trynna get you out of my head I can't help but to wish we were together right now. Just have you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to nag you with my questions.. But there's something I need to know.. Do you still care, is your heart still mine like it was back then when you said you loved me &amp;amp; you said one day no matter who came in &amp;amp; out of our lives we would end up together because you KNEW we were meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;redvelvet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;cupcake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363403617892091017-3193770252535824485?l=lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3193770252535824485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/3193770252535824485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/3193770252535824485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-you.html' title='to you'/><author><name>Cupcake Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653934289817315404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18Vbm2IlIMo/Skln5iH2xBI/AAAAAAAAABE/9PdPHOJxKs0/S220/FavorBoxwithheart.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363403617892091017.post-921973746970233204</id><published>2009-07-10T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:44:46.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sheet music.</title><content type='html'>he's the lyrics to my melody... his words fit everything about me. we make the perfect TRACK&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so why do i find myself focusing on his flaws instead of embracing his delightful attributes? He's made of everything i want physically &amp;amp; mentally ... from his velvet like skin, his mesmerizing scent all the way to his ambitious mind... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363403617892091017-921973746970233204?l=lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/921973746970233204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/sheet-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/921973746970233204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/921973746970233204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/sheet-music.html' title='sheet music.'/><author><name>Cupcake Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653934289817315404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18Vbm2IlIMo/Skln5iH2xBI/AAAAAAAAABE/9PdPHOJxKs0/S220/FavorBoxwithheart.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363403617892091017.post-2035699027793894215</id><published>2009-07-06T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:42:32.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel like love is more than that bond we see  between a man and women.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like love is so much more that its scarcey&lt;br /&gt;its like everything.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like love is everything that you pay attention, thats on your mind when your not even thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is so precious and we have such a limited amount of it at our dispousal. and we have no clue when it will run out. so the things we choose to pay attention to are the things we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the midst of this horrible world, take the time to love something or someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is everything.&lt;br /&gt;love is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;blueberry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cupcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363403617892091017-2035699027793894215?l=lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2035699027793894215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-feel-like-love-is-more-than-that-bond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/2035699027793894215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/2035699027793894215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-feel-like-love-is-more-than-that-bond.html' title=''/><author><name>Cupcake Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653934289817315404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18Vbm2IlIMo/Skln5iH2xBI/AAAAAAAAABE/9PdPHOJxKs0/S220/FavorBoxwithheart.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363403617892091017.post-7262803696551530182</id><published>2009-07-06T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:33:32.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>his mistakes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TRUST:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;–noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;tr face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="13px" style="  line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;td width="35" class="dnindex" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="13px" style="  line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="13px" style="  line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, surety, etc., of a person or thing; confidence.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pbk"   style="  line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;-- is it fair to compare an innocent man that is doing everything to prove his love &amp;amp; affection, to a man that did nothing but hurt you ? GUILTY, is all you see when you look at him, even before a crime he's already been judged. He's being charged &amp;amp; blamed for pain that he didn't cause you. Isn't it unfair to have to pay for something you didn't break? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pbk"   style="  line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;most of the time we get so caught up in comparing &amp;amp; judging the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;next man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, that we never stop &amp;amp; realize that this man is here to care for us, not leave us with a scar across our heart. as hard as he may try there's never any winning. i know learning to trust someone after being hurt can be a very difficult step to take but, we need to lift our heads &amp;amp; think that if we base our future on someone that did nothing but waste our time we're never going to get anywhere. so why keep giving these guys such a hard time.. they're not all bad we need to just take a chance &amp;amp; try to find the good in them... if as babies we would of gave up on walking after the first fall where would we be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pbk"   style="  line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;we got up &amp;amp; tried it again. so advice to myself &amp;amp; everyone else with trust issues is, just keep trying.. there's a somebody for everyone... just remember don't let the wrongs of someone else tear you guys apart because he just might get tired of paying for something he didn't do. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pbk" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="13px" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pbk"   style="  line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;redvelvet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;cupcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363403617892091017-7262803696551530182?l=lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7262803696551530182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/his-mistakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/7262803696551530182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/7262803696551530182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/his-mistakes.html' title='his mistakes.'/><author><name>Cupcake Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653934289817315404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18Vbm2IlIMo/Skln5iH2xBI/AAAAAAAAABE/9PdPHOJxKs0/S220/FavorBoxwithheart.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363403617892091017.post-7200127321372886601</id><published>2009-07-05T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:21:54.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby steps.</title><content type='html'>so i think about him, all the time. i text or call him almost EVERY day. what's this mean? that I'm totally into him right? or could it just be that we're really good FRIENDS. the relationship topic has never come up. no google eyes, nothing outside of the "friend zone".so how does one take that first step out of the "friend zone". well i wish he'd tell me what hes think'in when he looks at me. when i'm cold don't just lend me your coat, be my extra cover. when im tired lend me your shoulder. take my hand. EFFORT is the key, show initiative something that says i want OUT "the friend zone", but "i'm kinda into you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initiative is the KEY, so now your crawling, soon you'll be walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Lemon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cupcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363403617892091017-7200127321372886601?l=lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7200127321372886601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-steps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/7200127321372886601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/7200127321372886601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-steps.html' title='baby steps.'/><author><name>Cupcake Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653934289817315404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18Vbm2IlIMo/Skln5iH2xBI/AAAAAAAAABE/9PdPHOJxKs0/S220/FavorBoxwithheart.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363403617892091017.post-5957449787273890585</id><published>2009-06-30T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:22:18.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quote of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they need to run free until they find someone just as wild to run with them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- carrie bradshaw&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Ladies don't ever think it's you.. Don't ever think you're not finding THE ONE because there's something wrong with you as an individual..i mean we're not all perfect there's always room for improvement, but there's someone out there for every single one of us.. don't just settle for someone because you think that's as good as it can get.. if you haven't found someone it's because it's just not the right time, so don't rush it... you need to taste the waters &amp;amp; see what's out there. If you ladies want to change make sure the change is being made for you not for anyone else.. don't change because you think you will attract more men.. change because you want to better yourself.. there is nothing a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; man loves more than a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;CONFIDENT STRONG STANDING WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;.. but remember I'm not saying change is bad.. but just make sure you're changing for the right reasons .. &amp;amp; when you do find THE ONE he won't try to control you or change you, he'll love you the way you are.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;--&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cupcake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363403617892091017-5957449787273890585?l=lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5957449787273890585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/5957449787273890585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/5957449787273890585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-of-day.html' title='quote of the week'/><author><name>Cupcake Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653934289817315404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18Vbm2IlIMo/Skln5iH2xBI/AAAAAAAAABE/9PdPHOJxKs0/S220/FavorBoxwithheart.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363403617892091017.post-7500582328915021750</id><published>2009-06-30T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:22:58.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there's never enough welcomes =)</title><content type='html'>soooo welcome to our bakery everyone (for the 2nd time LOL). as my cupcake said, these words are just some of our stories.. we're not telling you guys what we do is right &amp;amp; we're def not telling you guys to do what we do..  we just want to share some of OUR ups &amp;amp; downs &amp;amp; some of YOUR ups &amp;amp; downs (hopefully there will be more ups than downs for all of us).. we will try to motivate you guys with good actions &amp;amp; hopefully we can all grow from each others experiences..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; strawberry &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cupcake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363403617892091017-7500582328915021750?l=lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7500582328915021750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-never-enough-welcomes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/7500582328915021750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/7500582328915021750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-never-enough-welcomes.html' title='there&apos;s never enough welcomes =)'/><author><name>Cupcake Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653934289817315404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18Vbm2IlIMo/Skln5iH2xBI/AAAAAAAAABE/9PdPHOJxKs0/S220/FavorBoxwithheart.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363403617892091017.post-7762517379543252872</id><published>2009-06-29T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:14:47.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>innocent friendship.</title><content type='html'>is it possible? can a simple friendship with a person you find nothing in common with eventually turn into "love"? well i know i never saw it this way.. tbh i never even thought of love at that age i just wanted to have fun.. never did it cross my mind, i never thought that innocent friendship would change my life.. everything about it.. so now as i sit here i can't help but reminisce about it. just the thought of it brings the biggest smile to my face, a smile that is quickly turned upside down when i remember all the pain the end of that friendship brought. it's the smallest things that make me miss it. him waiting outside of the locker room to walk me to class, him taking me to eat after practice everyday.. him calling me every morning to wake me up for school &amp;amp; every night JUST to say goodnight.. eventually everything about him started to be a part of me. his pain was my pain. his joy was my joy... his scent &amp;amp; his touch made everything else disappear, to me it made the whole world stop. .... &amp;amp; that's when i began to think could i be in love with my friend?&lt;div&gt;is it really possible that this innocent friendship took a 360 &amp;amp; turned into love ?... did this innocent friendship turn into a fairy tale... ? did this guy really sweep me off my feet with his innocent actions ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; that's when everything went down.. the calls were still coming but it just seems like every time a girl gives a guy too much affection they don't like it... &amp;amp; that was my mistake.. a naive mistake .. i really really liked this guy but i never set my boundaries.. i got too close to him.. i made him &amp;amp; gave him my all.. but never did i think ... that me giving him my all would eventually  leave me with nothing.. nothing but tears &amp;amp; an emptiness inside.. an emptiness i've tried to fill for over 2 years now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through out that whole year of ups and downs .. i never knew exactly what i felt.. i didn't know if it was a strong like... or just a strong bond.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;"There was once a little girl who never knew love till a boy broke her heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, that's who i was.. i didn't know it was love when i had it.. but i knew it was love when it left me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; left me, &lt;b&gt;ALONE &lt;/b&gt;with &lt;b&gt;NOTHING&lt;/b&gt; but PAIN &amp;amp; TEARS... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mocha &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;cupcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363403617892091017-7762517379543252872?l=lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7762517379543252872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/innocent-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/7762517379543252872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/7762517379543252872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/innocent-friendship.html' title='innocent friendship.'/><author><name>Cupcake Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653934289817315404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18Vbm2IlIMo/Skln5iH2xBI/AAAAAAAAABE/9PdPHOJxKs0/S220/FavorBoxwithheart.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363403617892091017.post-6036252258448987079</id><published>2009-06-29T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:44:59.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letter.</title><content type='html'>...this is my letter to you, to let you know my past feelings towards you. You taught me a lot, and I thank you. Before we were us, I kept myself away from guys like you, I teased at how much they wanted me to be theirs but they knew they couldn't have. I stayed away from heartbreak, away from negativity. Everything you stood for but your oh so practiced charmed reeled me as it was intended to. An i began falling; feeling my established being taken/slipping away into the secular world of all things unholy. Yet you didn't care. It never even crossed your mind that all the things you introduced me to would slowly break my innocence and corrupted all that use to be. You brought me down, even when I didn't think it was possible. So to put it simply, you were dead weight to me &amp;amp; I dont think you even realized that. I bet it never even occured to you that you single handily ruined a good thing; a good friend; a good girlfriend. You took me for granted... ha ha ha... and look at you now...without. I bet you wishe you would have stayed, you would have came after me, yo wish you would have never cheated. So sad, I tried. I chased after you, and made myself look a fool. But all that's well, ends well. In my case yes but not yours. And in the time that has elasped, I've forgiven you. but I just had to let you know once and for all that i have not forgotten, and probably never will. So a word of advice... never bite off more then you can chew. And if you just so happen to find another "good" girl, let her go immediately becasue she is worth way much more than what your willingly to pay. And that was my letter to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed, THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;white chocolate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cupcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363403617892091017-6036252258448987079?l=lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6036252258448987079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/6036252258448987079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/6036252258448987079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-letter.html' title='Love Letter.'/><author><name>Cupcake Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653934289817315404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18Vbm2IlIMo/Skln5iH2xBI/AAAAAAAAABE/9PdPHOJxKs0/S220/FavorBoxwithheart.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363403617892091017.post-3475809118487055663</id><published>2009-06-28T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:27:27.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>closure.</title><content type='html'>i vowed to never cry over a male companion in my life other then my father, and brother. i was way too head strong for such a weak attribute. But september.2007 brought on a little naive girl, who cried over someone who wasn't worth her tears. she cried because she was hurt, from a pain she had never endured before. Then she became angry, and cried that she had broken her vow over someone she "thought", loved her. she had an official heartbreak mix CD (keyshia cole, usher, etc...) that she'd listen to all day everyday for a good 2 weeks straight, then the songs faded along with her feelings. after a couple days she numbed the pain by acting as if nothing had ever happened, as if he'd never existence. she deleted that segment of her life all (pictures, emails, aim convo's, screennames) anything that reminded her of him. but she had forgotten some of these things were scared on her heart (things she knew by heart) his number, his address, his smell. as time progressed she soon lived days without him even coming to mind. but she knew the time would come where she would have to face him. could she look him in the eyes and not cry? not beat his a$$ for all the hurt he brought upon her? could she forgive him? to prepare her self she wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;closure process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when two people care for each other enough everything around them disappears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his lips tasted like grape swishers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sinful yet sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he made my body forgot about allergic reactions to weed.&lt;br /&gt;he made my mind forget about all my current and past problems we had.&lt;br /&gt;my flesh loved him. for his touch, his kiss, his presence was loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but them i was reminded, this was a temporary high&lt;br /&gt;cause i was soon reminded of...&lt;br /&gt;all the lies he once told, all the secrets we hold.&lt;br /&gt;but i was so sure this was love.&lt;br /&gt;only sometimes you have to forget love,&lt;br /&gt;and remember self, i was self inflicted,&lt;br /&gt;unaware of what i became, a slave in my own body,&lt;br /&gt;but of his deadly world. what was it doing to me,&lt;br /&gt;and who am i turning into. who is this girl, with these sinful thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         Signed , Lost in Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;time has passed. i miss him? i don't miss him. because i don't even like him...anymore. it was 6 years of time wasted, but 2 years have gone by and i still cant get him out my head. he wasn't even my type, we didn't even get to 3rd base (whats second base?). so why is it that he's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;still on my brain&lt;/span&gt;. i had sometimes wish we ended things on a bad note, and were no longer friends (though we did). but yea i'm grateful for enduring such heartache at a young age, so no later in life will i fall into such a horrible dimension. and then she wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;new mind set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;your actions do nothing for my soul. but prove my thoughts of losing you to be true. knowing that i lost you long ago, when i lost my heart and mind. placed them in your hands. i felt your race words of apology, run through me, like cold sweats at night from sleeping with the enemy (you on my mind). leaving spaces in between your sentences, filled with doubt. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;CAUTION&lt;/span&gt;. so with caution i must say that i can not play, this game with you any longer. i can not play. i wanted to be loved out loud, the secret love this silent treatment. your happy, so you hide my love,  in your pockets. but they still over flow,  everyone knows your flooding. run and hide i wont search for the truth. i want it willingly. handed to me. confessed to me. i wanted you to love me out loud. &lt;span&gt;because your actions haven't said much either&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Signed, Clear Understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lesson to Learn&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Truth is... Every guy is gonna hurt you. you just have to decide who is worth the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;closure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;process&lt;/span&gt;" was needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                      -&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red velvet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cupcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363403617892091017-3475809118487055663?l=lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3475809118487055663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/closure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/3475809118487055663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/3475809118487055663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/closure.html' title='closure.'/><author><name>Cupcake Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653934289817315404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18Vbm2IlIMo/Skln5iH2xBI/AAAAAAAAABE/9PdPHOJxKs0/S220/FavorBoxwithheart.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363403617892091017.post-337719179852950200</id><published>2009-06-28T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:00:15.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bakery statement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want these to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt; that affect you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt; that have meaning, evoke feeling, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt; that are not self-important. i want them to have meaning for us. i want to feel them, experience them, i want them to be not just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          -&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363403617892091017-337719179852950200?l=lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/337719179852950200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/337719179852950200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363403617892091017/posts/default/337719179852950200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestorybycupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-words.html' title='bakery statement.'/><author><name>Cupcake Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653934289817315404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18Vbm2IlIMo/Skln5iH2xBI/AAAAAAAAABE/9PdPHOJxKs0/S220/FavorBoxwithheart.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
