Barbara

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Myspace LayoutsI love the line from Jerry McGuire, “You had me at hello”…and from As Good As It Gets with Jack Nicholson…“you make me want to be a better man.”I believe in love after divorce - especially after having taken the time to heal. I believe that two people can disagree and still love each other and because of that I believe that "make-up" sex can be some of the best...(smile) I believe that honesty and trust are important qualities for me to have and for YOU to have... I believe, no, make that I KNOW, I can be your BIGGEST fan, cheerleader and encourager. I believe physical affection (public and private) and the tone of voice speaks louder than the words behind them. I believe that a couple needs regular interaction and communication. I believe chemistry can be developed and can grow with time. A sense of humor, NOT acting out age, being able to joke and laugh are essential ingredients. Intelligent conversations are a real turn-on. Don't tell me about your past loves or lovers. I don't want to hear how "hot" they were~ this inhibits me and makes me draw into myself. I want to open up and explore life with you and how can we do that with that over my head? Although I have an artistic side(I have sung professionally) my reading preferences are nonfiction, personal/relational growth and psychology.When I make mistakes I'm quick to apologize(maybe too quick) When I need help, I'll be the first to ask for it. When you need help I’ll be first to offer it. The same goes for a hug or a kiss or a shoulder to lean on.

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....The unborn child in this photo...becomes this baby in a matter of months...Still want to believe it's a woman's right to choose?Kimberly Maria Greco December 3, 1969 -September 17, 1986TearsIf tears could build a stairwelland memories were a lane, I would walk right up to Heavenand bring you home again.No farewell words were spokenno time to say good-bye.You were gone before I knew it,and only God knows why.My heart still aches in sadness,and secret tears still flow,What it means to lose you,no one will ever know.AnonymousREMEMBERING by Elizabeth DentGo ahead and mention my child.The one that died, you know.Don't worry about hurting me further.The depth of my pain doesn't show.Don't worry about making me cry.I'm already crying inside.Help me to heal by releasingthe tears that I try to hide.I'm hurt when you just keep silent,pretending she didn't exist.I'd rather you mention my child,Knowing that she has been missed.You asked me how I was doing.I say "pretty good" or "fine".But healing is something ongoing.I feel it will take a lifetime.There's an elephant in the room. It is large and squatting, so it is hard to get around it. Yet we squeeze by with, "How are you?" and "I'm fine," and a thousand other forms of trivial chatter. We talk about the weather. We talk about work. We talk about everything else, except the elephant in the room. There's an elephant in the room. We all know it's there. We are thinking about the elephant as we talk together. It is constantly on our minds. For, you see, it is a very large elephant. It has hurt us all. But we don't talk about the elephant in the room. Oh, please say her name. Oh, please say her name again. Oh, please, let's talk about the elephant in the room. For if we talk about her death, perhaps we can talk about her life. Can I say her name to you and not have you look away? For if I cannot, then you are leaving me.... alone... in a room... with an elephant.