for Tears of Rain8/19/2011 c1 
7A-Crimson-Memory
Omg this was deep. Like incredibly deep that it brought tears to my eyes as I remembered certain events that's happened in my life nd reading this put me deep in thought. I dont know what happened with the people you dedicated this to but it was amazing.
7A-Crimson-MemoryOmg this was deep. Like incredibly deep that it brought tears to my eyes as I remembered certain events that's happened in my life nd reading this put me deep in thought. I dont know what happened with the people you dedicated this to but it was amazing.
10/2/2006 c1 you amateur
this is horrible :( it seems like you are just learning how to write and are exhausting any literary technique you can get your hands on. you misuse several words in here and i actually felt a bit embarrassed for you at parts. you don't have a serious understanding of your own vocabulary, let alone a satisfactory grasp on the english language. your writing is bombastic and very obviously meant to impress; your technique is rudimentary and pedantic.
this is horrible :( it seems like you are just learning how to write and are exhausting any literary technique you can get your hands on. you misuse several words in here and i actually felt a bit embarrassed for you at parts. you don't have a serious understanding of your own vocabulary, let alone a satisfactory grasp on the english language. your writing is bombastic and very obviously meant to impress; your technique is rudimentary and pedantic.
6/18/2006 c1 1ShadowsSong and Stable
Hey, it's Stable. Wow, this was VERY poetic, and I loved every word of it. I'm really glad I checked my e-mail (because had I not, I would have never guessed you sent me one!) and read where you suggested this, because it's a very inspirational work from you.
Stable.
1ShadowsSong and StableHey, it's Stable. Wow, this was VERY poetic, and I loved every word of it. I'm really glad I checked my e-mail (because had I not, I would have never guessed you sent me one!) and read where you suggested this, because it's a very inspirational work from you.
Stable.
6/17/2006 c1 1Lelie
Wow... absolutely beautiful. I can't recall having seen this sort of thing from you but it's always nice to find another side of a writer. Even without reading your author's notes you can tell that it's just so full of emotion, inspiration, possibly even a sort of admiration from whence it came. That is this raw power behind those words that clutched at my chest.
Just... my goodness... if you were here I'd hug you and never let you go... only to write for me though ^^
1LelieWow... absolutely beautiful. I can't recall having seen this sort of thing from you but it's always nice to find another side of a writer. Even without reading your author's notes you can tell that it's just so full of emotion, inspiration, possibly even a sort of admiration from whence it came. That is this raw power behind those words that clutched at my chest.
Just... my goodness... if you were here I'd hug you and never let you go... only to write for me though ^^
6/12/2006 c1 3May47
Wow. That was truly amazing. How it was written and the way everything was told has completely left me an emotional mess. I'm a friend of Dana's and she told me what happened and reading this, has made me just really think over what happened and consider the pain she had to endure. Even though it probably is a touchy subject for them, I believe they truly appreciate you writing this. It brings out a certain realization in the end about the cruelty of man. It was amazing yet heartbreaking to read.
3May47Wow. That was truly amazing. How it was written and the way everything was told has completely left me an emotional mess. I'm a friend of Dana's and she told me what happened and reading this, has made me just really think over what happened and consider the pain she had to endure. Even though it probably is a touchy subject for them, I believe they truly appreciate you writing this. It brings out a certain realization in the end about the cruelty of man. It was amazing yet heartbreaking to read.
6/11/2006 c1 4Winterbridge
I told you...this was going to be perfect. It turned out to be something different, though. You've written a world. 'Tears of Rain' is everything that made me laugh, everything that made me cry, everything that made me who I am today...everything I lost. I know, I know you said you were going to write about Justin's story. I just didn't think I would get all that back again. I never thought I'd be able to SEE it again in front of me like this.
I'm so sorry if I sound distant and stupid. It's just...well... I've come back from using up half a roll of tissue in the bathroom, my nose is all spongy and shiny and red, and my eyes sting. I really have to try to keep myself together. But I wouldn't exchange having read 'Tears of Rain' for anything. ANYTHING. It's so beautiful that I feel like a criminal saying only that. I should have many more lovely words to be able to tell you how much this means to me, and I would have them if I were smart, but as it is, all I can say is that you've changed me for always. And oddly, I'm not half as afraid of loving people as I was before. You've made me realize again that Justin would have wanted to his death to make the lives of the people left behind more beautiful. That life is a chance you take, perhaps get hurt by, remember, and walk on with as long as it lasts.
I loved the hands. It has something to do with the fact that Justin had very pretty hands that you always noticed. But it's more because you captured the irony of hands perfectly. Our hands wreak all the hate that makes us crumble, reach out to ignite friendship, soothe pain, speak silent declarations of love. Whether or not your life will change the world for the better depends on whether or not you listen to the rain on the leaves and on your skin, whether you let it rain inside yourself. Only you can make the rain that reaches your heart. I really do believe that these storms aren't for nothing.
The cherry blossom scene WAS Justin. That really was him. I could almost see him laughing in the sunlight saying, "What's today's dream, Sky?" (He used to call me Sky, even if he's the one who first gave me the 'Ducky' nickname.) Justin was like that. He always had a new dream for every day. Almost none of them came true. But he'd always smile. "It's just not someday yet. That's all."
And you didn't disturb me with the bashing scene. I've seen it so many times in my dreams, anyway. I did cry for the hatred and stupidity in the world after reading this. I cried because as of now, I have no power to change it. But as Justin said, it's just not someday yet. And thanks to him, I know how to wait.
I just...wish...that Daryl and Justin could have really had that goodbye. Even if I couldn't, they... I suppose it's no use to dwell on that. But I'll remember, because I have the rain. And I will move on, because Justin taught me how to be beautiful.
I shook hands with Justin that day under the cherry tree. That was the start of our friendship. I held his hand getting through the ignorance of my life. And I squeezed his hand goodbye when it was already too late. Now it's time for me to reach my hand out to the next person. Start another friendship. That's what I have to do if I loved Justin and what he stood for. Hopefully, the person I reach out to will become a Justin who lives. And hopefully Daryl will be able to show the world that Justin didn't die because what he was was wrong; he died because he was a different kind of beauty that the world will have to learn soon.
Thank you, Alia. You've given me back my friend. I think I'll go to sleep with a smile tonight. THANK YOU. And I love you forever.
4WinterbridgeI told you...this was going to be perfect. It turned out to be something different, though. You've written a world. 'Tears of Rain' is everything that made me laugh, everything that made me cry, everything that made me who I am today...everything I lost. I know, I know you said you were going to write about Justin's story. I just didn't think I would get all that back again. I never thought I'd be able to SEE it again in front of me like this.
I'm so sorry if I sound distant and stupid. It's just...well... I've come back from using up half a roll of tissue in the bathroom, my nose is all spongy and shiny and red, and my eyes sting. I really have to try to keep myself together. But I wouldn't exchange having read 'Tears of Rain' for anything. ANYTHING. It's so beautiful that I feel like a criminal saying only that. I should have many more lovely words to be able to tell you how much this means to me, and I would have them if I were smart, but as it is, all I can say is that you've changed me for always. And oddly, I'm not half as afraid of loving people as I was before. You've made me realize again that Justin would have wanted to his death to make the lives of the people left behind more beautiful. That life is a chance you take, perhaps get hurt by, remember, and walk on with as long as it lasts.
I loved the hands. It has something to do with the fact that Justin had very pretty hands that you always noticed. But it's more because you captured the irony of hands perfectly. Our hands wreak all the hate that makes us crumble, reach out to ignite friendship, soothe pain, speak silent declarations of love. Whether or not your life will change the world for the better depends on whether or not you listen to the rain on the leaves and on your skin, whether you let it rain inside yourself. Only you can make the rain that reaches your heart. I really do believe that these storms aren't for nothing.
The cherry blossom scene WAS Justin. That really was him. I could almost see him laughing in the sunlight saying, "What's today's dream, Sky?" (He used to call me Sky, even if he's the one who first gave me the 'Ducky' nickname.) Justin was like that. He always had a new dream for every day. Almost none of them came true. But he'd always smile. "It's just not someday yet. That's all."
And you didn't disturb me with the bashing scene. I've seen it so many times in my dreams, anyway. I did cry for the hatred and stupidity in the world after reading this. I cried because as of now, I have no power to change it. But as Justin said, it's just not someday yet. And thanks to him, I know how to wait.
I just...wish...that Daryl and Justin could have really had that goodbye. Even if I couldn't, they... I suppose it's no use to dwell on that. But I'll remember, because I have the rain. And I will move on, because Justin taught me how to be beautiful.
I shook hands with Justin that day under the cherry tree. That was the start of our friendship. I held his hand getting through the ignorance of my life. And I squeezed his hand goodbye when it was already too late. Now it's time for me to reach my hand out to the next person. Start another friendship. That's what I have to do if I loved Justin and what he stood for. Hopefully, the person I reach out to will become a Justin who lives. And hopefully Daryl will be able to show the world that Justin didn't die because what he was was wrong; he died because he was a different kind of beauty that the world will have to learn soon.
Thank you, Alia. You've given me back my friend. I think I'll go to sleep with a smile tonight. THANK YOU. And I love you forever.