Doors & Windows

As a photographer, the best thing you can do is put someone next to window. It adds light to a darkened room and therefore light to your subject. Photography is all a matter of letting the light in. And subsequently, life is about letting God's light into our darkened fallen state. There is that catchy phrase sung in some movie I'd seen long ago, "when He closes a door, He opens a window." While it may appear that opening a door would have let have let in more light potentially, God does not leave you alone in your darkened rooms of mortality. The thing is, that He opens many doors, many windows, and probably would also take many sledgehammers to your walls -- but you have to let Him. You have to let Him help you. And while you must judge wisely, you have to choose a path. 

In my mind, there are many houses, with many doors. Some people would call these houses crossroads in each of our lives. When you choose an opportunity you walk out the door, through the little yard of the house and walk down the path you choose until you reach the next house. While on our way from house to house we see many people, each as we advise them on decisions we've made hoping to make their lives and choices easier. We're all on pathways together, walking to different houses, meeting different people in this little town called life. 

The thing about doors and windows is that if you choose a pathway, going on the door and sitting on the fence in the yard or just staring out the window with dreams in front of you -- gets you absolutely no where. Now, I'm not saying live life to the fullest, drink, be merry. I'm saying live life to the fullest wisely. Deep down all of us have a sense of right and wrong; some called it a conscience, Jiminy Cricket, I refer to it as the light of Christ. It's something we all have innately and that is intended to be used. 

So in the doors & windows of life, in this crazy world when you're too afraid to walk out the door He has opened and you're standing at the window letting the light in -- are you brave enough to take a small step of faith and trust Him?

It's quite simple, this life. As a friend once said, "too much of this world is looked at as being a complex mix of everything that we must do well. I think for all of us it should be looked at as a simplified mix of choices. Choices that are dependent upon loving your God, your family, your neighbor, and doing what deep down in your heart (that is the spirit of God) is right. Nothing else matters."

So you continue, you continue through this life with simply the doors & windows, 
and very important decisions.  And as cliche as it sounds, a Disney movie once said, "Let your conscience be your guide." And if this conscience is the light of Christ, why not let Him be your guide? 
And why not let His light in through all the choices that you make?

In the end I'm just a photographer who sees dreams and tries to capture them, searches for the light within everyone and attempts to get a good smile out of looking through the doors & windows. And of course taking a stroll on a few paths in the little town called life. 

May the doors & windows you choose, be wise and know that Heavenly Father loves you. 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

African Dreamer

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Quite recently someone said something to me,
 that quite frankly has stuck with me
 more than anything 
that has really ever been said to me before. 
They said in a bit of a heated moment, 

"Emma all you know in life 
is your dreams,
and that you want to go to Africa.
You're a dreamer, and you just keep dreaming."

[Thank You to the Adopt a Negotiator Project for the Image at Left]

At the time, I thought it was indeed quite siLLy. 
I'm more than just a dreamer, but then I realized I am not
I am nothing more {nor far from anything less} than a dreamer
Define dream: A series of thoughts, images or sensations. 
Define Dreamer: A person who experiences these things, as mentioned above. 

What better to be than a dreamer?
A person who experiences of the world 
 thoughts, images or sensations.  
For without those words, the world seems 
rather dreary to me. 
For what is life without wishes?
Without hopes?
Without faith in those dreams?

....and I've kept pondering about Africa, and my life in general. 
Somehow this semester I became a recluse, unpoetic girl who spent most of her time galavanting into the night. 
My spirit, it longs more than anything to be free. 
I'm not ready to be tied down. 
I'm not ready to run away from being who I am, not right now, not ever. 
Ask me to be silent, to say nothing unless spoken too. 
No never, no matter the nervousness about life, never will I be silent. 
For there is something in my soul that yearns to speak for many who have no voices. 
Maybe that it is Africa? Maybe that is in Neuro?
Because if not, if I cannot speak, if I cannot dream I am left feeling simply, 

And it all reality, I never want to go back , 
go back to feeling like I can't breath
Like there is nothing but endless monotony
Go back to feeling like I can't speak, 
as if I can't speak my mind. 
As if I have to fit into a cookie cutter mold. 
I'm not ready, 
and maybe I've been trying to convince myself, 
but I am not ready
So I'm taking a leap of faith, 
I'm being a dreamer. 
First you have to run
and then you take a leap of faith. 
You may not know where it will take you, 
but there is something so tied, 
so tied in my soul to Africa.

So  as I sleep tonight, 
I sing to myself 
Imba wimbo
Wa upepo
Wakati unajiwa na
Imba wimbo wa upepo
Wakati ndoto tamu
Lala mapaka usiku uisheni
Upepo wa usiku
Wimbo wanko na
Wimbo wangu inaendelea milele

.....Dreaming of the winds of Africa, the winds of change, maybe they'll take me away. 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me. 
By: Emma Marie.

Well Hi there, what's your name?

Life is about changes right?
So I did it, I did it. I cut it. I went out onto the "edge" of my life, 
and I did something completely out of the blue, 
pretty much without telling all of you. 
Me, well I'm happy with it - gives me a new something 
and a little bit of a new someone to be. 
A tad bit cliche since everyone has done it,
but hey, who says I can't try it too?
It's not like I was jumping off a cliff, 
well at least not actually....
maybe a tad metaphorically, but we don't speak of that. 
.....thoughts? anyone? anyone? 

Love always, 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
 By: Emma Marie.

Weed Out the Ridiculousness

I wanted to be a Neuroscience major, I did. 
And then I took Chemistry 105, 
and I thought to myself - I hate Chemistry. 
Why in the world am I a field where I use something I'm not even good at?
.....and I really don't like that much. 
Yes, I want to be be a professor -- but I really can be a professor in anything, right?

Okay, major switching here I come :) 
That is all. 
Suggestions anyone?
I'm thinking sociology or anthropology. 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.


What am I doing over Christmas break you ask?
I'm just getting punctured. 
(Known to your other people as getting your ears pierced)

This is me in a Charlie Brown Christmas sweater 
This is my ear lobe, see it, it's perfect. 
This will be my earlobe after it's punctured - slightly less than perfect. 
I'm still getting used to this crazy idea. 
Why am I doing this you ask?
Because of my wonderful sibling, Felicia and her hubby, James. 

She has an extra piercing and if I put some in, she'll take hers out.
So that she'll go here in a year, with her wonderful James. 

So I guess I'm getting punctured. 
Ahhhhhhh...I'm just hoping that I won't have saggy earlobes when I'm old because of this. the end, eternal perspective, it's just two pokes, right?
Two painful punctures coming up, here we go :) 

p.s. Temple Photo Credit:, Thank You. 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
 By: Emma Marie.

That's My Bestest Friend

 This is my bestest friend. 
We laugh. A lot. 
It's relieving the stress of finals. 
Too bad that was on Sunday, 
oh...... one more week, I can do this.

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

What the?

In order to celebrate this post I will.....
do absolutely nothing special. 

nope, that's a lie. 
I will share my deepest desire right now, 

which is?

tO mAkE A sNoWmAn 

(Chanel ad man in the background provided by my wonderful roommates, yes, he's creepin' on my snowman dreams)  

Seriously, I have so many freakin' carrots. 
Whose idea was it to buy three whole bags of mini-carrots?
oh...that's right, me. 
And it's so cold, 10 degrees in the morning here and there is no snow. 
Please, local BYU zoobies - stop praying for no snow. 
I'm really dreaming of a white Christmas, 
because next Christmas I'll be saying hi to HI. 

So, happy 200th blog post.
Thanks for sticking with me - now if I could just get some snow to stick. 
Love you all, 

p.s. Can you tell I'm losing it a bit with finals coming up?
Yeah, oh well, pray for me? Ha ha - here we come finals week! 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
 By: Emma Marie.

Everyone Can Cook.....I think.

Major Cooking Experiment #1 
Chicken Cordon Bleu 
Mandarin Almond Salad with Poppyseed Dressing
Side of Corn (from a can, he he)
with Lemon/Orange Cream Cakes

So, to fully capture this experience - I shall do this: 

Chicken Cordon Bleu: 
Wait, pound the chicken? With what?
Is it supposed to wrap all the way around?
Yes, I think it is - crap, well it'll still taste good, right? 
Yes, yes it should. 
Alright, well that goes in the freezer until I can heat it.

WAH - what the heck is the cheese doing?
My roommate: It's coagulating.
Great, my cheese now just wants to pretend like it's blood,
maybe it's a defense mechanism as to not get eaten. 

Okay, this is the east part- mix all ingredients.
K, cool done...and refrigerate.
That was kinda boring, good thing I'm adding poppy seed dress.

Side of Corn:
Master of the can opener unleashed,
pull out of metal can, poor in bowl
- and press instant cook two minute button.

Lemon/Orange Cream Cake:
Cream butter and sugar - wait, cream, butter and sugar,
oh cream them together. Got it.
Ummm, why is it not browning on the top?
Ah well

.....and the final product looks like
(ya, the pictures don't look as great as they could - but it was dang delicious)

So, that's all people...until next time,
cooking it's not that hard,
it's Easy, Bake it!

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Smiles, Lights and Cute Dates

 Let''s face it - I'm a sucker for cute dates just like every other girl on the planet. But, I'm working on being a bit better than average. Can't I give a little bit on this one though? Yes. I think so. It really was one of the best dates I've ever been on - I had a blast. First off he came, and before even going on a date he fixed all of my friends computer struggles. Then he took me up to Salt Lake and whisked me away to the Lion House Pantry. Have you ever run across icy temple square to make it on time to a restaurant before they close? Well I can safely say that I have now. The food was delicious, and it was really fun being up at Temple Square. Taking pictures, laughing about these silly new motion sensor boards they have. I felt like a ninja trying to get the thing to work. You know how Pop-Tarts have instructions on them? These boards needed to have them too.  So after my ridiculous ninja moves, he walked me over to a gazebo and he asked me to dance with the music from his iPhone. Ya, it was a nice little date, then we drove back down to Provo, tried to see at movie at the theater at Thanksgiving Point but instead watched a movie at his house. Seriously, Night & Day it's a must see for sure. At the end of the day, I think it's about being happy, that you go to bed and wake up with a smile :)  Thanks Stephen for the smiles. 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Cook It, Tuck It, Polka-Dot-It.

Confession #1: I have never had to cook in my life 
--really I haven't. 
So, after much contemplation I came to this conclusion: 
How many of you when I say the words "good cook" think of 
your mother?
Ya, well that's what I want to be. 
Motherhood preparation 101 -- learn how to cook. 
Maybe even wifehood. 
Livin' in whatever hood there is, 
I need to be able to make food, yes?
Good, edible fabulous food....
okay, deal. 
Random tidbit of information: My mom in the 6th grade bought me an easy bake oven in an effort to teach me how to cook. You know what I used it for? I made three cakes, and the rest I took out the safety restriction on the heat lightbulb and used it to make s'mores. 
Emma Cooking Fail. 

So here I am, I planned out my meals for the next two weeks of all those lovely foods I wanted to try. 
Wish me luck & watch for Easy, Bake It posts coming soon. 
(Come on, you want to come along for this adventure too, right? Right?) 

Confession #2: I have never tucked my shirt
 into a pair of jeans. 
Well, you see way back in August, 
 I bought a pair of trouser jeans. 
It's December - 
I've never worn then. 
Emma clothing fail. 
So, what do you think?
Do I keep tucking it all in?
I really can't decide. 

So for now, I'm left to cross my tees (with a belt) and enjoy my polka-dotted i's. Wish me luck!

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
 By: Emma Marie.

Charlie Winston.

Well, I guess I might just be in the mood for some of this goodness 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me. By: Emma Marie.


In life, you're left with a lot of decisions. 
Decisions to be, or who, or where. 
And when you pause to plan out your life -- 
it never goes like you want it too. 
At the end of the day though, 
will you be happy?
I don't know if you can go searching through life, 
for all those things that will make you "happier" per say. 
Because sometimes, sometimes opportunities that turn out so perfectly -- 
happen only once. 
So what if you walk away?
What if you leave everything you've known?
Because somehow at the end of the day, 
you want to be happy. 
With the first thought, with the last, 
and in all your decisions.....
go to bed happy, wake up with a smile - 
knowing that you did the very best that you could. 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

If I Never Knew You.

What if you never knew the people you knew?
What if you never loved the people you loved?

What if?

More profoundly then I could have said it, 
"A four letter pronoun and a tiny conjunction-- if combined make the two most dangerous words in the English language."

At the end of the day, it's the biggest question, 
and if you can answer it --
it will determine your happiness. 

What if I went to Medical School?
What if I got married?
What if I confessed everything I'd ever done?
What if I decided not to go to class today?
it is the single most important two words in the English language.
And that is incredible to me. 

So, after yesterday, the wonderful yesterday it was. 
Making dinner with one of your best friends?
-- oh so much fun. 
Hanging Christmas decorations?
Even better - hands down. 

So what if?
What if I walked to the edge of everything I've ever known, 
and took a little bit of a leap of faith?

.....well I think I have three years until that. 
Oh the other hand, 
I'm quite happy & I have two dates this week! Woo!

Happy Monday, bring on the What Ifs of Life :)

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Just Keep Smiling.....

A smile takes but a moment, but the memory of it lasts forever.
So, that's what you do. 
You go about each day leaving lots of little memories. 
Yes, you just keep smiling no matter what life brings. 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Ya, We're A Thing - My Little Guy

This is my guy, right here. 
He's my nephew. 
He pretty much makes my life all the time. 
Do you see that photo up there, 
well - we're riding a roller coaster in that photo.
A roller coaster with loop-de-loops if we're being specific. 
Maybe you're wondering what we're doing in the other one...
Well he's being a ninja - and I'm not noticing his ninja-ness. 
Don't worry, he's still working on not being caught on camera. 
One time he told me he wanted to be a  ninja when he grows up. 
So, for him - I hopes he reaches his dreams. 
He reminds me every day to keep smiling and to keep going after my dreams. 
So this is my guy, ya we're a thing. 
I think he's pretty cute, he thinks I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread. 
No matter what happens - he loves me anyways and for always.  
I love him more than anything. 
So thanks little guy for making my night. 
I love you Westlee bug. 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Blast From the Past Post.....

You know those times when you just don't have the words to say what you want to say, 
and then there is that epiphany moment when you realize you've already said what you needed to say. 
So for most of my readers, you can just ignore this. 
But this is what I need to do right now, so that's all I can say. 
And really, really maybe I'm just weak, maybe I'm just weak, 
but it's the holidays and you think about people you care around those holidays. 
So I am strong, because if you do this -- it'll take all I can do not to answer the phone. 
Also, it's past 1am and so this is what happens late at night. 

So here is a post from June -- some time long ago to June, and it's the only thing I can think of right now. 

To You, 
Do you miss this face?
Do you miss that smile?
Do you miss me?
Because I miss you. 
I miss you when something really awesome happens - because you're the one I want to tell. 
I miss you when I can't figure something out - because you're the one who made it all seem so simple. 
I miss you when I laugh - because I want to tell you about how silly things are and hear you laugh too.
I miss you when I cry - because you always asked if I was okay. 
I miss you when I type - because typing dots is impossibly hard to avoid. 
And even though inside I know you can't,
 I'd like to think we can.
So, go get your phone. 
It's probably sitting next to you, or in your left pocket, where ever it is 
pull it out of the cover - unlock it. 
Put in the iPhone pattern code, that somehow your incredible mind understands. 

Open the contacts, look up my name, 
call me up. 
I won't pick it up, 
but leave me a voicemail. 
Tell me you miss me too?
Tell me how your doing. 
Stop hiding things from me, because I'm smarter than that, 
and just be open and honest with me again, okay?
I honestly do miss you, not just talking to you, but you, you in my life. 
I realize this is hard, it's hard for me too. 
as your best friend - I just wanna see how you're doing.
If you can't or won't or don't do that either, 
I will understand. I will. 
And I'll keep smiling and be glad for all the times we had together anyways. 
Thanks for all the good times -- just in case I don't get to say it again. 

.....and cue response.  

And that's really all I need to say, 
but I'm not sure if you should - 
but I guess I'll just leave that up to you this time. 
You know me well, better than I know myself sometimes. 

Goodnight blogging world. 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Maybe.....In the Future

"I don't wanna be the one to say, "Goodbye" but I will
I will. I will
I don't wanna sit on the pavement while you fly but I will
I will. Oh yes, I will.
I know if you have the last hands that I want to hold
Then I know I've got to let them go
'Cause maybe in the future you're gonna come back
You're gonna come back around"

Thank You Ingrid Michaelson. 
That is all. 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Two > One

Two, it's always been my favorite number. 
Because two is better than one. 
Two means that you're never alone. 
Two is always divisible though. 
Two is the only number that when you 
add it, 
or multiply it 
-- you get the same number. 
It's a special number. 
The thing is, is there is never enough time. 
There is never enough time to figure out life, or love, or loneliness. 
But two will always be greater than one. 
Together is always better than being alone. 
Really though in the end what you worry about, 
is that 1 + 1 = 2. 
Did you know that it's mathematically possible to prove that 1 +1 = 1
I guess the deal is that I don't really want to end up in an equation like that. 
I'm still figuring it all out in my brain too. 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Hello, Hand Hugs

There was this one time that I planned this date with a young man named Jacob...three months ago. So we finally got around to having are lovely adventure, double-date, pizza making, comedian conversing, football overtaking date sort of a thing. 

Basically, I had a blast. 
--going out with a bang at the last home football game of the season?

And then what made it even better you ask??
This my wonderful friends is Kessa. 
Kessa, is one of the kind. 
Literally - she is in fact that only Kessa at BYU. 

Oh yes, and that is Jacob and I having a hand hug moment. 
Wait until you see the jelly fish, bigger jelly fish - 
and the whale! 

This Jacob, he's great. He basically warms my soul with laughter. And my hands up with roasted almonds. He's a math major at BYU and he is going on his mission to New Zealand in four months. I'm kinda beginning to wonder why we waited so long?

Erm, wait...nevermind, just ignore that last sentence. 
Well, besides that awkwardness, there was this awkwardness.
Yup, that's right, Rachel and I hate stick on eye blacks. Last home game? why not?

Please ignore my grammatically incorrect post. And thanks, that was fun :)

p.s. December 3rd, better come real quick like a bunny. 
He's making pizza dough, I'm bringing dessert? Any ideas on that anyone?
And we're watching A Christmas Story
--I can't wait.  

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.

By: Emma Marie.

They're Popping Up Like Daises!

Photo Credit  <--- can be found there. Thank You. 
Venting much? Yes. This is seriously one of my biggest pet peeves. Just because you have a nice camera, and have taken one photography class does not make you a photographer. Your overexposed, picnicked pieces do not count.  Goodness, I wouldn't even say I'm a photographer.  I'm just a girl with a camera, who happens to like taking pictures of people.  Please, please, please, don't claim the title unless you've had some experience first.  It's sort of a special thing, it's kinda of like saying you're a movie star in my mind.  (logical fallacy much? possibly) --but really, just because you have a camera does not mean you take it and start your own business on Facebook.  It's semi-kinda-really ridiculous.  okay?  k. thanks. 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Neat, Clever & Closed Doors .....

It's a shot in the dark. 
 Prove that this shot in the dark means something. 
It's scary, 
I know it's hard because no one wants to get hurt. 
It's hard for me to give up these dreams,
if I don't know for sure that they're not what I want.
But right now...
qualifications for the position well...
2, 9, 14, 18, 19, 24, 25, 31, 41, 42, 44, 45, 46, 47, 50
-- yep that's 72.7% here, down 15/55
and really,
I can't even believe I'm saying this,
but I think change will be a good thing this time.
Loyalty means I will always love,
opened doors means I will always seek opportunity,
but looking back means there is always a closed door or two.
Life is about choices,
so where do I stand on this one?

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

finality & withdrawals

I'm wishing for finality - an irreversible ending. 
It's something that I won't have to argue or debate - or even decide. 
It just is - how it is, and you leave it at that. 
So this is how it is - 
life is crazy, 
I can't call my best friend, 
I can't get on Facebook 
I'm out of milk, cheese, bread, 
really want some real flowers to go in the vase on our table, 
and I have five tests to take in three days. 
(Ya, you do that math on that one)
I think I am currently suffering from a
...ew that sounds gross if I say it like that -- erm try again
I think I am currently suffering from a
milk, flowers, sanity, cheese, best friend, bread, Facebook withdrawal. 
It sucketh. 

-Get more money to buy milk, bread, cheese
-Be more stable to have sanity, get on Facebook
-Wait until January to talk to my best friend and receive flowers

Days until I get more money: 9 days
Days until I'm stable: 3....9....28 days
Days until I get to talk to my best friend: 49 days

I have to survive the next nine days to survive


--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

You Have Been the One
You Have Been the One For Me

This is Stephen. 
He's been there for me for a long time, 
he's been the one I've been seeing for two and a half months now. 
Really though, I've loved him for awhile and I've tried to hide it from everyone.
I know, way to be dishonest with the world, yes, I know, but I'm trying to be honest. I'm trying to be better.
Let's be honest, I'm human. I may be Emma, but I make mistakes. 
I knew I could love him since September as he looked at me, laughed with me
--we had a nice little meet cute. 
And now?
Now that I'm telling all of you. 
It's over.....for now.
I'm hoping my best friend comes back to me so we can watch Bones and go bowling and have random adventures at the Walmart  at midnight, get Taco Bell at 2am and laugh until my stomach hurts.
 Go to dollar movies at midnight and get hot coco at McDonald's at some ridiculous hour. 

 Really seriously, when Heavenly Father tells you to leave, you leave. 
You say to yourself, the Lord is first, no matter what mistakes I may have made.
Until I get through my first semester of college, until I figure out what in the heck I want, 
I don't even think that I can be friends with him. 
Heartbreak hurts. 
I built a lot of dreams with him. 
Our house, our life, our everything. 
He is the most wonderful man I've met, and he might be the most wonderful I'll ever meet. 
And this time?
This time I wasn't good enough for him. 
This time I wasn't even in a position to be the one for him.
He wants a wife, and I still need to live a bit of my life. 
To have high heels, and Africa, 
and to say I will go and do Heavenly Father, I will go and do. 

But right now, 
I'm just holding him back.
I'm tying him down to my dreams, instead of me letting him live his. 
So, yes -- I've been in love. 
This isn't the first time, this isn't the last, but I don't think I will ever love like this again. 
[I know some of you have all been wondering what all of these "being in love" posts were about]
And yes -- I'm scared for what this means.
But without a doubt, I know it was the right decision. 

It hurts. 
But I couldn't figure out what side of the looking glass I was on, and...
And Heavenly Father doesn't think this is right time, so that was what I had to do. 
If I was patient, could've had a ring on my finger.
Could've been with a wonderful man, 
who while though he has his problems, as do we all, would have treated me right. 
But I made a promise once, and I intend to keep it. 

So, if you see me - lend me your smile. 
And if you see him - remind him of how wonderful he is, 
how kind, how smart, how loving, how hardworking, how goal-oriented, how wonderful he truly is.
And to that sweetheart of a man, I hope he finds her. 
I pray for you every day Stephen, and that will never change. 
I'll never stop loving you, because I gave you a piece of myself I can never take back - that's yours to keep. 

"Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

I am a dreamer and when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be"

Goodbye for now my Stephen, my sweet Stephen,  
my lover, my friend, you have been the one. You have been the one for me. 

Love always, 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.