About Me;
Je m'appelle Sarah Ly. J'habite à Philly. J'ai vingt ans. Je parle anglaise et française. J'aime l'automne. J'aime faire une promenade et faire des achats. Je suis étudiante. Ma spécialisation est la conception de mode.
My full first name IS Sarah Ly. Ly is not my middle name and it is pronounced Lee. I am a personal shopper. Yes, as in I tell people what to wear and spend their money on. Well, not exactly. I am also receiving my bachelors in fashion design and marketing. My other job is a clarinet teacher. I prefer the later however
I love playing almost any sport. I have played soccer for 13 years and basketball for 10 years. I love everything about music. I have played clarinet for 12 years, bass clarinet for 10 years, piano for 3 years, guitar for 1 year, and am just starting bassoon. I also love to dance. I have done ballet as far back as I can remember. Along the way I have also picked up jazz, tap, and ballroom. I just started pointe a few weeks ago. And now my toes hate me. To relax I read and listen to music. Or watch some tv, but that rarely happens. When I do watch tv I watch Discovery channel, history channel, travel channel, and tlc sometimes. Saying "Iloveyou" is a big deal to me, I cant just throw that out and let it go, a piece of me leaves everytime I say it. I only say a fraction of what goes on in my head.
Confident? Hell no. I've got more insecurities than there are stars in the sky, my insecurities could eat me alive, and believe me they are doing a good job. I hate liars, and my trust is not easily recovered. I have good intentions, but I'm severely misunderstood. I have a mind of my own, and I use it. I'm an artist.
I don't get mad easily. But even when I do, you probably won't know it. I usually hide my emotions - it's a habit, really. I don't mind much, now. Don't ask me what I think of you because I'll probably lie. If I like you, you'll know it; if I hate you... you won't have the slightest clue. I don't think there is anything worse in the world than feeling completely and utterly alone, left unwanted and unloved by those you treasure the most.
Other random things you might want to know:
-I have a black and white cat named Titus.
-I am allergic to bee stings and latex.
Likes;
Music, art, dance, sports. In that order. And above all, those people who make me feel better no matter what is going on.
Dislikes;
I think the hookers shop in the little girls departments. And you know those “thugs” I swear they shop at big and tall. It is creepy outside after dark. Don't ask. More than that I really don't know what else to say. I hate irrogance. I don't like assholes either. I HATE liars.
I miss you so much. Before the funeral, sitting in your room for ages with you.. trying to say goodbye over the sound of my heart beating in my ears, I’ve never been so conscious of my own existence, the heat of my hand when I held your cold one, when I held your hand I just wanted to pass the warmth from my hand into your body and have you back. It doesn’t work like that does it. It was strange talking to your body, because I suppose it’s a shell now. Your spirit is probably looking down on us, or bouncing about amongst us all. Keep us safe my northern star, and look after your mum and sister.
Your funeral was beautiful.. You would have been proud of Sammie-Jo and I, and everone else there. I hope you watched us dance with your mum near the end. It was beautiful and heartbreaking. I love you forever my Squish. Like your mum said - sleep with the stars. xx
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This is what Sammie-Jo and I read at the funeral;
"I think this is the last thing in the world anyone thought they’d be doing today, Christian was the most beautiful boy, he was the sweetest, most talented and inspiring person anyone could ever wish to meet.
He was the best friend and most amazing boyfriend we ever had, and there’s so much we would be telling him now if he were here, like how he was the best thing to have ever happened to us and how much we loved him.
Last week when I came to visit Southampton, we were thinking of how Christian would be feeling about his two ex-girlfriends hanging out without him, probably the last thing he, as well as us, thought would ever happen.
My favourite thing about Christian was that his first priority was always to make others happy, no matter what. Whilst we went out I learnt just how much of a true gentleman he was, to all those around him, and especially to me.
Christian used to always call me Princess, and most importantly he used to always treat me like one. I’ll never forget when he travelled from Doncaster to Devon with a bunch of roses to surprise me on Valentines Day, or when he first asked me out, and made me the happiest girl in the world, we were sat on a bench at sunset looking over a beautiful valley of hills in Devon. Christian was one of the most talented people I’ve ever met, he used to inspire me, and I know he inspired others around him, just as much.
Christian, you will always be my Squish, and I will always love you forever, like I always told you I would.
When I first met Christian I saw that he was so beautiful, with his little cheeks and scruff on his face. I felt so lucky to even know him let alone be his girlfriend. I remember when he first told me he loved me – it was on the phone whilst I was away, I started crying and so did my friends – he had a way of making everyone so happy. He was perfect, the sweet things he did, like taking me to Paris for my Birthday and getting to meet Mickey Mouse, the way he called me his Princess and the gorgeous ’huff’ voice – he was amazing, no-one will ever compare because he was My Kisstian, I’ll love you forever my Prince.
No matter what he did, whether he was leaving his crusty odd socks in our rooms, or throwing his pretend strops, we still loved him because he was the best person in the world.
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz,
Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain darks things are to be loved,
In secret between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms,
But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
Risen from the earth lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride,
So I love you because I know no other way, than this;
Where I does not exist, nor you,
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
So close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
We are definitely privileged to have known him, but we are the two luckiest girls in the world to have known him the way we did; as a hopeless romantic who would do anything to make anyone smile.
Without Christian, there is a space in our lives where he should be, but he will forever be in our hearts."
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