Monday, August 11, 2014
the real story.
I used to dream about
fairytales.
I could picture falling in
love. I thought it would feel like an explosion, an immediate realization.
We would exchange poetry
in the moonlight. He would know everything about me before I could tell him. He
would read my mind, take me on romantic dates, and tell me how beautiful I
am. I would be a princess. “I’m a hopeless romantic.” A stubborn one, too.
I remember someone telling
me “Fairytales don’t exist. That’s ridiculous. No one can be that way.”
“They do exist!” I said.
They don’t.
And I couldn’t be happier
to admit it. I don’t want any of the things I did when I was younger.
Turns out, falling in love
isn’t like an explosion.
It’s not exchanging
poetry, it’s telling each other how excited you are to share a life together.
It’s not reading each
other’s minds (who does that?) it’s getting to know someone, with ease.
It’s giggling at your
inside jokes.
It’s taking care of each
other.
It’s being a team.
It’s growing together,
learning together. Becoming a family.
It’s not a “fairytale”
it’s what ever your story is.
It’s the most comfortable
feeling you know. It’s peace.
It’s home.
intimate.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because i do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no i or you, so intimate that when i fall asleep your eyes close.
Pablo Neruda.
my new home.
home used to be where i grew up
where my family lived
it used to be a smell
a feeling
and the sound of laughter.
when those things changed
i thought i'd never be home again
but tonight
i could smell home.
i could feel home.
and it was when you hugged me.
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Tuesday, August 5, 2014
content.
i remember meeting you, hoping it wasn't the last.
before you there was pain
fear
doubt
now
all i know is love
and all i needed was you.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Friday, June 27, 2014
What I wanted to tell you this week.
I met a new friend at the gym. Her name was Nicole.
De Beers called me back with an estimate.
I found a really good recipe for lemon dill chicken.
I painted my nails red for the wedding.
I killed it at work this week.
I miss you.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Lets find a way to live forever.
"Do you want to live for a long time?"
"Only if it's with you, yeah."
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Rain.
"I'm going to love you for as many days as there are rain drops tonight. Which means I am going to love you for this whole lifetime and into my next. Which makes me the happiest person, because I get to love you for more than one lifetime."
And that night, it poured.
Thursday, May 22, 2014
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