Lonely Loneliness

touch

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Robert Maas wrote: > From multiple articles (by: aret, Maddogg) in this thread, combined > followup by me in this one article: > Thu, 25 Mar 1999 17:03:44    alt.support.loneliness         Thread  153 of  505 > Lines 39                           touch                    3 Responses > a…@mindspring.com                         aret at Better your heart than mine > <<i only know that the touch of someone’s hand in yours is worth the > risk, or at least it is for me. because to feel this way again, when i > thought that part of me was dead, is like being given a gift.>> > That’s something you can’t get over the network, only in Real Life.

    You couldn’t know that denise *was* speaking of real life here.  <smile>  She is seldom here now because she found someone to who would place their hand in hers.  She was telling us of it in that special way with words that she has.     There is much that we cannot get over the network.  But, what we can give each other, is given and what can be accepted is accepted.  Support takes many forms here.  Jae —             "I want to know if you can live with failure…..                  Yours *and* mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake….                        And shout to the silver of the full moon…..                                          "Yes!"                                 Oriah Mountain Dreamer                                       Courtesy of:  Penny

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From multiple articles (by: aret, Maddogg) in this thread, combined followup by me in this one article: Thu, 25 Mar 1999 17:03:44    alt.support.loneliness         Thread  153 of  505 Lines 39                           touch                    3 Responses a…@mindspring.com                         aret at Better your heart than mine <<i only know that the touch of someone’s hand in yours is worth the risk, or at least it is for me. because to feel this way again, when i thought that part of me was dead, is like being given a gift.>> That’s something you can’t get over the network, only in Real Life. Thu, 25 Mar 1999 22:09:42    alt.support.loneliness         Thread  153 of  505 Lines 52                         Re: touch                  Respno   3 of   3 maddo…@earthlink.net                                 Maddogg at Maddogg Bytes <<… we must open those doors, and tear down those walls, which we use to protect ourselves… if we are to allow ourselves to receive that touch…>> Nobody wants me to tear down walls between me and them to allow us to touch each other.

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Thank you, Denise… very moving… I believe many of us know of those fears, you so beautifully expressed… of giving of ourselves, leaving ourselves vulnerable to the touch of another… but hopefully we know as well, that we must open those doors, and tear down those walls, which we use to protect ourselves… if we are to allow ourselves to receive that touch…                                 warm hugs,                                 Michael In article <36fedb48.1371…@news.mindspring.com>, a…@mindspring.com (aret) wrote: – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->i was afraid to love again. >it hurt so bad, it was so hard >to let go, to be open, to try. >and i’d close my eyes and >tell myself i didn’t care, i could >do without it, i didn’t need it. >so i would hold myself and whisper >that i could do it all on my own, my >touch was enough. >lies you tell yourself to cover the pain. >lies you tell yourself to keep from being hurt, >they end up hurting you more. >"hi, neece," he whispered.  "why did it >take you so long to find me?  how long >will you stay?" >i don’t know the answers, i only know i’m >here now and maybe i wasn’t ready then, >and maybe i’ll stay a long time, maybe it >will end tomorrow. >i only know that the touch of someone’s hand >in yours is worth the risk, or at least it is for me. >because to feel this way again, when i thought >that part of me was dead, is like being given a >gift. >and sometimes in the middle of the night i wake >up and watch him sleep, kiss his cheek, smooth >his hair and he opens his eyes and says, >"hi, neece.  i’m glad you’re here." >and i am, for the moment, at peace. >denise

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Good to see you again, and thanks. Hugs — Eddie (Chief) Wonders of the World Are All by themselves – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -aret wrote in message <36fedb48.1371…@news.mindspring.com>… >i was afraid to love again. >it hurt so bad, it was so hard >to let go, to be open, to try. >and i’d close my eyes and >tell myself i didn’t care, i could >do without it, i didn’t need it. >so i would hold myself and whisper >that i could do it all on my own, my >touch was enough. >lies you tell yourself to cover the pain. >lies you tell yourself to keep from being hurt, >they end up hurting you more. >"hi, neece," he whispered.  "why did it >take you so long to find me?  how long >will you stay?" >i don’t know the answers, i only know i’m >here now and maybe i wasn’t ready then, >and maybe i’ll stay a long time, maybe it >will end tomorrow. >i only know that the touch of someone’s hand >in yours is worth the risk, or at least it is for me. >because to feel this way again, when i thought >that part of me was dead, is like being given a >gift. >and sometimes in the middle of the night i wake >up and watch him sleep, kiss his cheek, smooth >his hair and he opens his eyes and says, >"hi, neece.  i’m glad you’re here." >and i am, for the moment, at peace. >denise

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All we can be sure of is today…..<smile>  Thank you, darlin’……Hugs, Jae – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -aret wrote: > i was afraid to love again. > it hurt so bad, it was so hard > to let go, to be open, to try. > and i’d close my eyes and > tell myself i didn’t care, i could > do without it, i didn’t need it. > so i would hold myself and whisper > that i could do it all on my own, my > touch was enough. > lies you tell yourself to cover the pain. > lies you tell yourself to keep from being hurt, > they end up hurting you more. > "hi, neece," he whispered.  "why did it > take you so long to find me?  how long > will you stay?" > i don’t know the answers, i only know i’m > here now and maybe i wasn’t ready then, > and maybe i’ll stay a long time, maybe it > will end tomorrow. > i only know that the touch of someone’s hand > in yours is worth the risk, or at least it is for me. > because to feel this way again, when i thought > that part of me was dead, is like being given a > gift. > and sometimes in the middle of the night i wake > up and watch him sleep, kiss his cheek, smooth > his hair and he opens his eyes and says, > "hi, neece.  i’m glad you’re here." > and i am, for the moment, at peace. > denise

–             "To handle yourself, use your head…..                      To handle others, use your heart…."                         Courtesy of: Barbara

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