As a lover, Prince is the best. I’ve spoken to many women who have been to bed with him and they all say the same thing. Prince is something different, something special. He’s uninhibited and wild, in and out of bed, but he can also be tender. Love to him is pure instinct and he’s got the most amazing inner confidence.
During our time together, we became so close it was frightening. It was a deep, intense relationship and sometimes a love-hate one. I often hated the fact that I loved Prince so much. He can get away with the craziest, most bizarre things that other people wouldn’t dream of doing.
One night, for instance, we were at a James Brown concert when Prince suddenly climbed onto his bodyguard’s back and rode onto the middle of the stage knocking over some equipment and singing at the top of his voice. With him it’s always ‘here I am and there I go.’, while everyone else sits back and watches in stunned amazement.
Another time we went to an awards ceremony in Los Angeles. On the way there we drank a bottle of champagne in the back of the car and got very merry. When we arrived, we staggered up this sweeping staircase, hanging on to each other, then rolled all the way down in front of all the well behaved superstars.
I wanted Prince all to myself and he’s not the sort of guy you can hold on to. When it comes down to it, I’m basically an old-fashioned girl who believes in fidelity and trust. I didn’t need other men. I wanted only Prince, and for him to want only me. One day I found out he was seeing other women while we were together and I confronted him with it.
I screamed and cried and pleaded, but it didn’t do any good. So I left Minneapolis without telling anyone where I was going. I still loved Prince, but I knew that our relationship was over. I suffered, but it was the only way, there was nothing else I could do.
It’s difficult for me to watch Prince on the screen. I can’t bear to go and see Purple Rain because I know I’ll break down in tears. I saw the video for When Doves Cry and I just bawled. I still adore him and I don’t think I’ll ever get over him. Not only because he’s so special, but also because I see him everywhere on posters and television all around the world. I’ve had no contact with Prince since we split up.
I’ve had plenty of lovers over the last two years, but none of them have meant anything special to me. They were all casual affairs. I’m finding it hard to meet anyone who can live up to Prince.
If a girl asked me why should she believe in me that’ll be faithful, all I gotta say is the following,
“if it took me 25 years of my life to find you, do you think I’ll let you go that easy? If is so rare for me to find someone I can share similar interest, you think I’ll let an ordinary problem get in our way? If is so hard for me to find someone I can have a conversation for hours, you think your flaws would scare me that easy? No, instead I’ll take the pleasure to know you better than anyone ever could and authentic what love is, that is accepting one’s flaw with the price of holding onto on what you love most of that person…”
I assure you that it would be a world of freedom in which the spirit of mankind might grow to undreamed-of glory, a world of peace—the peace of clear conscience, of unsullied love, of fidelity, of unfailing trust and loyalty.
“(Girl) My boyfriend is leaving for the army soon. I won’t cheat on him. I will wait like a patient army wife.” “How do you plan on repaying your girlfriend for waiting for you?” “(Boy) By trusting her.”
“(여자) 남자친구가 곧 군대에 가요. 고무신 거꾸로 신지 않고 현모양처처럼 기다려줄 거에요.” “남자친구는 기다리는 여자친구분께 어떻게 보답하실 건가요?” “(남자) 믿음이요.”
Bureau 13 - Intelligence Database - Active file - #Z030626
WRC or Wolverine Risk Control
Private Military and Security Firm servicing Zootopia’s wealthiest
citizens and businesses.
Their motto: “Protection, Fidelity, Trust”
WRC Troopers are often geared with a variety of special
weapons, equipment and armor.
Pictured above is a typical WRC Trooper.
Typically the armor pieces (pauldrons, elbows, knees,
shoulder, chest and head) are made of Kevlar and ceramic alloys. The Helmet is equipped with a LED flashlight,
short wave radio and enhanced optics (UV and flash protection)
Weapons include a modular assault rifle with a .249 caliber
round, a .45 ACP Sidearm, and an assortment of explosives including Flashbangs,
CS Gas and even fragmentation grenades.
The rifle has an integrated laser sight, spring recoil
control and digital ammo counter. All the parts are made from aluminum alloys.
The armor’s modular design allows for the inclusion of other
special equipment including, ABC (Atomic, Biological and Chemical) protection
gear, Gas masks and eventual inclusion of next generation powered exoskeletal assist
WRC’s mandate is to be prepared for any eventuality whether
it’s the protection of a single client or going into a war zone, WRC plans to
be prepared for anything.
Fidelity Trust Company building (showing water curtain) Charles Street and Lexington Street, Baltimore ca. 1915 Hughes Company 8x10 inch glass negative Baltimore City Life Museum Collection Maryland Historical Society MC7207 .1
I see humans stumble to make a connection between the universe and our bodies; as if without their metaphors and poems likening birthmarks to galaxies, we would be two separate entities— a collection of particles that occupy entirely detached spaces from one another. Truly, the connection is evident in far more than freckles that resemble specks of dust and planetary material; our skin is not just branded by our environment, but inflated by it.
I remember I felt this connection most when we knew each other. My body chastens into a cloud like existence— soft, floating, pacified. His voice warms me, it calms me, it grounds me but in the sense that I am still free to kiss the stars and my lips become soothing to them. He stirred sensations in my insides: fear and passion, dejection and zeal, woe and enthusiasm, despondency and love. They are mixed well which gives me a constant confusion when I felt my half-empty heart gets filled, when my demons wants to get introduced, when the mound of flesh inside this chest beats rapidly I cannot even breathe hardly. Everything might be a little bit puzzles right now, but I know, we can do it. We have got this beneath the constellations of happenstance, kismet, fidelity, genuineness and trust.
He is the moon to my dark night sky. He is not just a single star in the sky but the whole constellation. He is the way the oceans kiss the shoreline. And I believe he steals ornaments from the sky to gift to my heart so that I can feel as beautiful and as grand as the entire universe combined.
s.a.,of celestial bodies and hearts caught up in the universe
I like that you put a year on it so to speak, as to when Olicity will become official :) Coz I want a slow burn too and I mean I want them to really drag it out so that they can extinguish any and all traces of she-who-shall-not-be-named from Oliver's life and in doing so cement Olicity as endgame.
Hey Nonnie! I think I put more than a year on it, more like three, LOL. Oliver will absolutely have to rid himself of other feelings in order to truly be ready to have it all with Felicity. I mean, they can have it ALL. Oliver can have a fresh start with someone whom he hasn’t been so vile to in terms of fidelity and trust, and Felicity can be smothered by this man that she never expected to want her in that way. I think they have all the potential in the world.
Season 3 is gonna be a tough one for us, I can kind of smell it in the air, because Felicity’s backstory will definitely shed some light on things and rock the boat of their friendship and potential romance. BUT I AM SO READY FOR THAT.