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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>Untitled</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @bartonthehawk)</generator><link>http://bartonthehawk.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Can't. Won't.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#8217;t take it anymore. I won&amp;#8217;t. I can&amp;#8217;t take feeling like this. I finally put my heart out there, totally unguarded, and for what? To have it thrown back at me&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#8217;t. I won&amp;#8217;t. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#8217;t take this feeling of rejection. Feeling like she didn&amp;#8217;t even care about my feelings. Like it was just another night to her.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#8217;t. I won&amp;#8217;t. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#8217;t keep doing this to myself. I guess that I&amp;#8217;ll just&amp;#8230;fall back into myself. I&amp;#8217;ll guard everything again. Because the pain this has caused me isn&amp;#8217;t fun. It isn&amp;#8217;t nice. It isn&amp;#8217;t fair&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#8217;t. I won&amp;#8217;t.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But I can&amp;#8217;t run away. No matter how much I try, I can&amp;#8217;t run from her. It doesn&amp;#8217;t matter how much it hurt. It doesn&amp;#8217;t matter how crappy it makes me feel. I just can&amp;#8217;t run away from her.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8230;so, I won&amp;#8217;t.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bartonthehawk.tumblr.com/post/34977535207</link><guid>http://bartonthehawk.tumblr.com/post/34977535207</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2012 09:37:57 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Sigh...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Well, tonight was the night. I put my heart out there&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I asked Kat to marry me. I&amp;#8217;ve never been more in love with anyone in my life. When I see my future, I only see one person there, and that&amp;#8217;s her. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;She didn&amp;#8217;t, exactly, say no. But she said she needed time to think. Which&amp;#8230;I don&amp;#8217;t know&amp;#8230;doesn&amp;#8217;t exactly make me feel good.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But at least she didn&amp;#8217;t say no&amp;#8230;yet.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sigh&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bartonthehawk.tumblr.com/post/34963215200</link><guid>http://bartonthehawk.tumblr.com/post/34963215200</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2012 01:58:20 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Was It Something I Said...?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Once I thought that I was in control&lt;br/&gt;
But that was just another trick of fate&lt;br/&gt;
Playing with my life&lt;br/&gt;
There have been some times&lt;br/&gt;
I was so tied up&lt;br/&gt;
And I said to myself&lt;br/&gt;
Gotta break it all&lt;br/&gt;
But didn&amp;#8217;t really try&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
So, after about a day of not seeing Kat, I finally saw her today. It started off innocent enough, with me giving her what I thought was a new nickname in &amp;#8220;Kat&amp;#8221;. It turns out it was something people had called her in the past, and she hadn&amp;#8217;t been called in years. She likes the nickname, I think&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Then, things got, apparently, a little more complicated&amp;#8230; I told her that she had my heart. Because she does. I told her my heart beats for her and her alone. Because it does. And&amp;#8230;for some reason she was weirded out by that. You&amp;#8217;d have thought I told her K had a second head, growing out from behind my knee cap. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Maybe it was too soon to tell her. But I can&amp;#8217;t help how I feel. I love this girl more truly, more deeply, more completely than anyone I&amp;#8217;ve ever known. But&amp;#8230;I, apparently, can&amp;#8217;t tell her that&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Two hearts beating in this place you&amp;#8217;ve made&lt;br/&gt;
You know nothing changes my Antarctica&lt;br/&gt;
One life pumping&lt;br/&gt;
We make love to make our heat&lt;br/&gt;
And we throb in my Antarctica&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bartonthehawk.tumblr.com/post/34828461689</link><guid>http://bartonthehawk.tumblr.com/post/34828461689</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Nov 2012 09:54:42 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Perfect Day...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Just a perfect day&lt;br/&gt;
Problems are left alone&lt;br/&gt;
Weekenders on our own&lt;br/&gt;
Such fun&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Just a perfect day&lt;br/&gt;
You made me forget myself&lt;br/&gt;
I thought I was someone else&lt;br/&gt;
Someone good.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;First date with Katie was tonight. And it was&amp;#8230;amazing. Not what we did. The conversation we had, how beautiful she looked&amp;#8230;everything was fantastic.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And she told me she loved me! I couldn&amp;#8217;t believe it. To have such an amazing woman tell me something like that&amp;#8230;it fills me. It completes me.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;She completes me.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Oh, it&amp;#8217;s such a perfect day&lt;br/&gt;
I&amp;#8217;m glad I spent it with you&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bartonthehawk.tumblr.com/post/34361398951</link><guid>http://bartonthehawk.tumblr.com/post/34361398951</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Oct 2012 15:14:41 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Yeah, I said it.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;So, today was a good day.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I took a giant leap of faith. I swallowed all the butterflies, stood firm on the ground, and I told Katie I think I&amp;#8217;m in love with her. This was a big deal for me, because, so far, my track record with that word has been&amp;#8230;spotty, at best.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Did she say it back? No. But that&amp;#8217;s ok. I don&amp;#8217;t want her to feel obligated to say it back, unless she truly means it. But I know that there is nothing else in this world I am more sure of.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;However, she did kiss me, and kiss me good! There&amp;#8217;s nothing better than the kiss of a beautiful woman&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;After that, we decided that we would take a trip to Times Square. I kinda pushed a little for us to go there, but for good reason.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Just wait until she sees what I have planned&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bartonthehawk.tumblr.com/post/34295990584</link><guid>http://bartonthehawk.tumblr.com/post/34295990584</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2012 10:09:31 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Safe</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Safe, in the heat of the moment&lt;br/&gt;
A feeling that comes to me when I&amp;#8217;m close to you&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In an effort to help myself see things in the world a little more clearly, I have decided to start writing down my thoughts and feelings about certain things in my world.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;First and foremost on this list right now is my new relationship with one Katalina Sanders. Now, we&amp;#8217;re both coming into this relationship guarded a bit, since both of us have our issues in the past that currently weigh heavy on our minds. Her&amp;#8217;s is a little more intense than mine, but it&amp;#8217;s not my story to tell. Mine is fairly simple: a break up that left me feeling cold, and a short relationship that left me hurt. I won&amp;#8217;t go into the details of either, because I don&amp;#8217;t feel it&amp;#8217;s fair to the women involved to simply tell one side of the story. Suffice to say, both have left me feeling pretty bad about myself.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;That was the case, until the first time I saw Katalina. I saw that she was beautiful, strong, and pretty sure of herself. Our initial contact was through S.H.I.E.L.D., the organization I currently sling arrows for, and she&amp;#8217;s trying to join. When Fury told me about a simple surveillance mission, I had no idea that my life would change forever.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Watching her the first few days, I felt like I was watching something more. More than a potential agent, more than a new recruit. I felt as if I were watching my future. When I decided to interact with her (a pretty clear violation of protocol), my heart was taken. I learned why Fury wanted me specifically to watch over her: we both have pretty similar back stories.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Getting to know her over a couple of days was the best time I&amp;#8217;ve had since I became an Avenger. She was smart, sure of herself, and dedicated. I knew then and there that my life was never going to be the same. We initially decided to be friends, with her helping me see things in the world that I had forgotten or missed, and me helping her get over a painful part of her past, something I had to do myself years ago.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Then, one night, I received a text, asking me to come to her place. Never one to pass up a chance to talk directly with a beautiful lady, I jumped at the opportunity. That was when she laid it on me: she&amp;#8217;d like to be more than friends, but take everything slow. I was more than happy to oblige that, because the I had jumped into my previous relationship unguarded, and had been hurt pretty deep.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Now, the more we interact, the more enamored I become. I feel good. I feel loved. I feel&amp;#8230;safe.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Safe, at the speed of atonement&lt;br/&gt;
A feeling that runs so deep&lt;br/&gt;
That it scares me, too.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bartonthehawk.tumblr.com/post/34228780264</link><guid>http://bartonthehawk.tumblr.com/post/34228780264</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Oct 2012 09:18:00 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
