Sam

Sam i am I am sam, what is sam i am?

I met sam about a year and a half ago.

At first we didn't like eachother.

Probably because we were in competition for a mutual friend's attention.

Then we realized the one we thought was our friend was not and turned to eachother.

I think at first, we were looking for different things from eachother.

Sam was looking for help and I feel emotional support.

I was looking for answers and emotional support.

It took about a long month, but eventually we connected.

I think when I was at Sill is when we realized that we were more than friends.

Even then it took awhile, at least for me. I can be slow at times.

Now we can count on eachother, even though we fight and don't always see eye to eye, we know when the chips are down we have eachother's back.

I tend to be crazy but so is Sam.

I don't always like to admit or act like I care but I do.

I can't always believe I'm in a loving relationship or act like I am even though we both know we are stuck at least for awhile.

I don't always act like I trust but this time I do.

I like how we can be honest with eachother.

We share everything.

I like how we decide not to spend too much time together but we still do.

I like how we come to the same conclusions.

I like how we are realistic with eachother.

And even though I don't know where we are going.

I don't know what the future will bring.

I don't know how long we will remain friends.

What I do know is....I have no regrets and I have enjoyed the trip....greatly.

I don't know of anyone else I would rather spend time with, right now, than with you...

Sam I Am!

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hdmac commented on Sam

09-15-2009

What an interesting chain of events-the one you hate could turn out to be your dearest friend.

NewHeights

09/16/2009

How true! Quite perceptive!

stephenmichael commented on Sam

04-22-2009

No one should get a one...We have a rate raper that leaves no comments...I gave you a 10...stephen

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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