<?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-5569181153458463776</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:45:46.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piecesofme;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris-tie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569181153458463776/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris-tie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kriiistie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15775026870213145220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569181153458463776.post-6890533048181997878</id><published>2007-10-24T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T01:47:48.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the love of my life &lt;/3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Dear you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;love you, always have since the day we started going out, I still have not stopped loving you since the day we broke up &lt;strong&gt;and &lt;/strong&gt;I MISS US. I'm totally and completely happy that you're happy, that's really all i want, but it's not with me. [THAT KILLS ME] :'( seriously; ugh! span style="FONT-SIZE: 100%" &lt;span&gt;You're the love of my life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;How can you just move on from someone who made you feel like you were the TOP of their world? or that "it" person? Ugh. =( I don't know how you could, it's pretty hard for me, always has been you know ? Man, sigh* ; span &lt;&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 85%"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;LOVE &lt;/em&gt;YOU. &lt;/span&gt;I miss you. i need you. i want you. i want you to want me, i need you to need me; i love you to love me, I'm begging you to beg me. We have not talked since ever since. I don't how we could fall apart. &lt;em&gt;imy &lt;/em&gt;:'( Ugh! You're stupid, stupid, stupid; I HATE YOU. Gah, goodness! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That's right! I said "LOVE" because that's what i feel for you. I never say that, ever -- i think it's too,too,toooo strong of words for me. I don't treat it like a toy, never have; atleast not with you. Right after we broke up, you were the only one beside my family&amp;amp;friends, i have ever said "i love you" to, and meant it in that way, you know? It's hard. It really is. i wish you could JUST see you that; but you don't. So, Bye..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eitsirk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569181153458463776-6890533048181997878?l=kris-tie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris-tie.blogspot.com/feeds/6890533048181997878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569181153458463776&amp;postID=6890533048181997878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569181153458463776/posts/default/6890533048181997878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569181153458463776/posts/default/6890533048181997878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris-tie.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-are-love-of-my-life-3.html' title='You are the love of my life &lt;/3'/><author><name>kriiistie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15775026870213145220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
