Bridge of Time by Missy (Volume 2) by Presented by SAGE (books that read to you TXT) 📖

he or she is sharing someone’s affection to some unknown sources. This Guessing Games most people play unconsciously only brings any form of relationship or emotional even physical attachment in chaos. It’s kind of sad really. Love and all these beautiful emotions of love doesn’t happen everyday and when it does, some if not most, unknowingly let it slip away.


SILLY AND RELENTLESS GIRL (By Missy)

Another silly night filled with thoughts of you. I look at your photographs and silly me, I can almost feel you. That beautiful, giggly smile is the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on (but then again you prob’ly think that’s her … being SILLY! (again) Your voice… it echoes in my head. I long to hear them again, but shall I call? Shall I say a word? Nah, I think I’ll sit here and enjoy the thoughts of you running in my head like a SILLY DUCK holding a heart balloon (Boinks!) Yeah right here in my own little world, oceans apart from you (yet there you are at the bottom right corner of my yahoo messenger with that silly picture of you that brings out all the silly ones in me!).


I seem to find myself having these silly nights since the last time we spoke (like in days! ha-ha) Crazy indeed, SILLY as you would say. I wish I’d have more silly bones in me tonight where I would just reach out to you (or type on my keyboard) and say Hey… I miss you.. Do you want to be silly with me? But then again, I go totally dumb around you. I get this silly tingling feeling on my knee reading what you write on that chat box, I get all the words wrong even my keyboard goes dumb. So instead I watched your name in the chat box pop in and pop out. Oh this silly heart of mine. Your eyes… I get lost in them and it’s totally silly because I wonder if I’d faint if those eyes were right here staring me in the face, I might just fall off my chair. Oh the silly me eh? All these silly things I go through are so totally out of fashion; one may even think it’s so absurd. How can someone be so love struck over someone who’s not even around? Ah this thing called Silly Love! Well tonight I’m in my silly mode so I might as well just say everything I needed to say.. (holding myself intact making sure I don’t lose my poise and click on your name on that little yahoo instant messenger chat box and scream out of my lungs I am totally madly, insanely mad about YOU! That would be so totally embarrassing eh? Nah you’d probably just laugh and say SILLY YOU!) in my waking moments, I think of you.


Your smile is like the sunshine that brights my day (of course you don’t know that .. Well okay maybe you do.. ) At night I think of you before I go to bed (That I think you don’t know as well.. unless you can read signs ha-ha) Things you say out of the blue, almost make me fall off my chair.. (I wonder if you even meant it or you just think there she is … Being Silly Again!) Oh and those beautiful dimples you got on your cheek.. Hmmmm … (I wont even go there!) and those lips.. Those beautiful full lips of yours… I wonder sometimes what would it do if it’s pressed next to mine.. (oh that! I wouldn’t go either ha-ha) those arms… I’d like to be wrapped around with… They are pretty strong Tonight I am having one of those Silly nights that you laughed about, giggled about.. If you could only read this note tonight… I bet you’d say the same words you said last time… (I can’t disclose on here) But your words SILLY and RELENTLESS would suffice )


Goodnight to that Silly Man out there from the Silly Girl over here ….who keeps wondering why hadn’t we been Silly with each other during all those years that we could’ve ha-ha! Jeeez!!! I can’t wait to be totally, madly, insanely Silly with YOU (again soon)


YOUR BEAUTIFUL SOUL (By Missy)


Lately, I find myself thinking of you more often. When I wake up in the morning I see your smiling face flashing in my head, your eyes, those beautiful eyes as if they’re looking straight at me. I can almost hear your sweet soft voice next to my ear and I go about my day with thoughts of you all day. At night just like tonight, here you are again.. in my thoughts, in my head.. As if you’re just near me. I can almost feel your skin next to mine. I know it’s just insane This mind keeps playing tricks on me and It’s okay because it makes you feel close to me. I hold on to these thoughts until I lay awake in bed, until I fall asleep and in my sleep, you’re there with me. You are in my mind during my waking hours in my dreams I see you still.


I’ve seen your beautiful heart; I’ve felt your beautiful soul. I am very lucky to have had that chance to see the other side of you. That child-like side of you, that playful, happy, sweet and funny side of you. Your soul is very beautiful, so beautiful it’s like a magnet drawing me closer to you.. My mind is filled with thoughts of you. As if you’re just right here next to me… I can almost feel you.


If thoughts of you brings you closer to me everyday, I wouldn’t mind being consumed with every thoughts just to feel you, just to have you near me… at least until I hold your hand, until I see that beautiful eyes of yours, touch that beautiful skin of yours, feel your touch all over my body, feel your lips next to mine and hear your voice say … I feel the same way too.


I will see you in my dreams tonight until I find myself laying next you … Thank you for showing me your beautiful heart.


BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS (By Missy)

Ever run into someone you barely knew yet they remember too much about you? Someone who reminds you of things you did for them or with them from a distant time? And they’d remind you of something you barely remember until it comes to you and you’d say “Oh yeah.. wow, thank you for remembering that time” funny how we sometimes come across an almost stranger and they’d say hi to us and reminds us of things we did for them or shared with them then we realized, we had been so caught up with things in our own lives that we over looked some people whom we had shared a piece of ourselves eh? Every moment we share with others, every little thing we do for and with others, no matter how little of significance it may seem at the time… creates memories. Memories are part of our lives; memories are chapters in our lives, a Life’s Pages as I call it, Life’s pages we create on our own by sharing a part of ourselves to others, for others. When we share a piece of ourselves to and with others the moments we shared with them builds a foundation in our hearts, or theirs.. They will always remember us for how and what we are to them or with them. May it be things we said or things we did for them, or to them.. At times, we get so caught up with the “moment itself” we tend to forget we are creating memories. We just go with the moments as it presents itself and over looking that whatever moments we create today will be a memory to remember tomorrow.


I personally think… When the moments past it becomes a memory, when memory is forgotten it becomes a history yet even history repeats itself at times and we find ourselves being in “that very same moments” again, may not be with the same person but in the same situations, then we remember ..”Hmmmnn.. feels like Deja vu all over again… Haven’t I had these moments before? When we find ourselves in these situations, it’s like revisiting that chapter in our lives, opening our very own Life’s Pages all over again … Then we remember the ones who helped us create those memories.. We wonder where they at? Or how they are doing? Half the time, we asked ourselves how could such memories bring so much pain? or happiness? And we ask ourselves.. “What could have been?” “What should have been” If we had only cherished those moments, if we had only held on to those memories… Not alone…but with that very same person who created those memories with us. Then we often wonder.. If that someone is creating the same memories with someone new, the way they built memories with us.


Memories and remembering is a very beautiful thing.. It makes us feel human, it makes us feel vulnerable, it makes us feel alive.. It makes us feel we are part of something or at least were.. Memories are there for a reason.. to help us grow, to help us assess our own minds, our own hearts.. To find wisdom in what we hadn’t found before. Memories are there for a reason… To help us look back on things, on every moments.. To help us look back and realize the things we hadn’t done or were not able to do to keep creating more of those moments… To know and understand that we may find ourselves again … Creating the same moments with someone new. Except this time around, we’ll be able to find what we lack then, to continue creating more memories that we will be ever so fond of remembering .. not just in our thoughts but with that same person who shared their lives to us in creating those moments


BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS we create with that someone in our lives right now.. In the present will be a beautiful memories tomorrow, in the future… a chapter in our life’s book, our very own Life’s Pages.. Something so wonderful we will always remember with Fondness.. And we may be surprise to know, we are not the only one who’s crossing that Bridge of remembering but having them in our lives as we cross thatBridgeofTimeI callBridgeofRemembering. Others refers to it as Memory Lanes. Years from now, wouldn’t it be nice to sit on top of the stairs together? Wouldn’t it be nice to sit at the park together? Wouldn’t it be nice to sit on the beach watching the sunset, or just barely walking on the street holding hands with that very same person whom you shared moments with and created beautiful memories remembering the same moments, the same memories we shared with them… Together? Create beautiful moments with that someone dear to you today for those moments will be beautiful memories you both will remember tomorrow … And it sure would be so nice to walk down thatBridgeof Timeremembering those moments TOGETHER. Being able to say to each other “Thank you for sharing beautiful moments with Me… For creating Beautiful memories with me”


LIFE'S PAGES (By Missy)

Someone I know and think of as a dear friend from a far distant land million miles away from California asked me earlier thru an inbox message “How Many Stories Are You?” the question not only made me smile but made me look back in all