New post, overdue, I know.
( one )
When my daughter asks me who my first love was I don't want to point across the
room and say he's right there, because for me, my first love was messy, scary, hurtful,
unfaithful, unrealistic, and it broke me into a million pieces. I want to point across the room when
she asks what true love means. Because true love for me means that he has been there through it
all. He didn't let me go when he thought I was "changing", he didn't leave me for the hotter tall
blonde girl, he loves me for all that I am and all that I'm not. First loves may teach you a lot but your
true love never leaves you, is faithful to you, loves you for who you are, but most of all
your true love just fits.
( two )
It's like there's so much to say, but not enough time to say it. My heart is beating just for you, and I don't think you understand that. I miss you the second you slip out of my sight. I want you to love me… only me. I need you to grab my hand in the hall, kiss me on the forehead, and just love me for the moody, outgoing, crazy son of a gun that I am. I'm not asking for much, just a guy that will care. A guy that will open doors, always take the bill, and surprise me with flowers for no reason at all. I want you to prove to me that all guys aren't the same. That they have hearts, and they cry over losing the one they love, even if they don't want anyone to know. I just want you. I've always wanted you.
( three )
It is that selfish grief; I thought I could change him, but I cannot. People will be who they are, and there is not enough magic in any world to change that.
( four )
The most beautiful people that we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss and have fought their way out of the depths. These persons have an understanding of life that fills them with deep compassion, gentleness and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.
( five )
And I am still the worst company that I have ever kept. I just didn't want you to witness my weakness as I wept. And I still define myself by the places that I've been. It seems to me I'm not doing anything new, I'm just not doing what I used to.
( six )
Maybe that's the lesson for me today, to hold on to these simple moments. Appreciate them a little more; there's not many of them left. I don't ever want that for you. Finding things that make you happy shouldn't be so hard. I know you'll face pain, suffering, hard choices, but you can't let the weight of it choke the joy out of your life. No matter what, you have to find the things that love you. Run to them. There's an old saying, 'That what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger' I don't believe that. I think the things that try to kill you make you angry and sad. Strength comes from the good things - your family, your friends, and the satisfaction of hard work. Those are the things that'll keep you whole. Those are the things to hold on to when you're broken.
-Sons of Anarchy
( seven )
Love isn't like the movies; it isn't so simple or easy. Love means many things too many different people, but for the most part love never comes easily. Do not go into a relationship or even a marriage where you think things will always come so easily. In relationships there are bound to be differences and miscommunication's.. neither one of you are perfect, relationships take time and effort. In the end, it will be worth it and if it’s not worth the effort and time then you are fooling yourself.
( eight )
There's a part of me that's going to be in love with you for the rest of my life.
( nine )
Writing is a form of therapy. Sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear which is inherent in the human situation
( ten )
And for that minute there was no such thing as time. Your soul was in it, there was more than just the night where I existed. I invested all my time just to witness the bitter side of life. And I felt beautiful but you never called me beautiful. I existed only for a night.
( eleven )
We all find ourselves in complicated situations. There is no relationship which isn't defined with a complicated label. Yes, there are beautiful times full of sunshine and the purest of love, but those times do pass. The bad times pass, as well. Relationships are ever-changing, there is no perfect one. What makes a relationship perfect is your magnetic attraction of souls, the layers of each other that you've matched up on, and the possibility to take on "it's complicated" together, as a team, instead of alone.
( twelve )
If you knew me yesterday, please do not think that I am the same person that you are meeting today. I have experienced more of life, I have encountered new depths in those I love, I have suffered and prayed, and I am different.
( thirteen )
There was something undeniably touching, almost romantic, about his conviction that they loved each other enough to have found a way to stay together, even after she was gone. Who wouldn't have found that romantic? Everyone wanted to believe that endless love was possible.
( fourteen )
I used to wonder if the collision of our skin would be the ignition of rapid-fire passions, the birth of brilliant starlight in the cold of loneliness, of suffocating space. I used to imagine that the heat of your breath would spill across my tongue, and reignite the cold ashes in my lungs. I used to hope that the sway of my skeleton and the clacking of my bones could be a rhythm you would stay around and dance to. I used to dream of us on moonlit beaches, sleeping on the waves and swimming through the sand. I used to do a lot of things, but your shiver-up-my-spine smile tends to drag my thoughts out to quieter seas.
( fifteen )
"You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart."
( sixteen )
I know there are times when I'm actually hard to be with. You fall in love with someone who has so many problems and I just want to say thank you for being there for me despite that reasons not to. I have a lot of flaws that could have pushed you away, but you're still there, trying to keep me.
( seventeen )
I believe you can love someone, but not like them. You love them for the person they were when they were with you, and for how they made you feel at one point. You still love them and you might always, but you can still not like them. Their personality might have changed. They might have gone the wrong way and lost themselves. Or they might have just given up. It can happen.
( eighteen )
I would enter your sleep if I could, and guard you there, and slay the thing that hounds you, as I would if it had the courage to face me in fair daylight. But I cannot come in unless you dream of me.
( nineteen )
Because you aren't just someone I loved back then. You were my best friend, my best self, and I can't imagine giving that up again. You might not understand, but I gave you the best of me, and after you left, nothing was ever the same.
- The Best of Me by Nicholas Sparks
( twenty )
“I’ve never understood the reasoning for someone to “move on” from a relationship. It’s not like you are really going to “move on”, you are just trying to tell your heart to stop thinking about that person every second of every minute of every day until it finally becomes a routine and you don’t notice it any more. That is, until you see that person again, with someone who isn't you, and then you have to remind yourself again.”
( twenty-one )
Don’t take her for granted. If she texts you, text her back. If she wants to hang out with you, hang out with her. If she wants to hug you, hug her. If she wants to hold your hand, let her. Just because she’s yours at the moment, doesn't mean she’ll still be yours in the future. Treat her right or someone else will.
When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, and it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No… don’t blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away. Doesn't sound very exciting, does it? But it is!
( twenty-three )
I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favourite character dies. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared make-up and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
( twenty-four )
“There are millions of people out there. But in the end it all comes down to one. I still panic sometimes, forget to breathe. But I know there’s something beautiful in all my imperfections…. a beauty in which he held out for me to see, a strength that can never be taken away.”
( twenty-five )
I remember most of seventeen. I remember the day we met, his smile, his touch. You can be anywhere when your life begins, when the future opens up right in front of you, and you may not even realize it at first, but it's already happening.
( twenty-six )
I want to have you. I want to have 100% of you. I don't want 95 or 75 or even 50% of you. I have to have it all. I don't want to share you. I don't want to even think about ever sharing you. If we're going to keep dating then I need to have you all. You can't just give me a little bit and think I'll be satisfied forever. I know that sounds selfish but that's the way it has to be, and if you can't handle that then maybe we should end this right here, right now.
( twenty-seven )
You never come back, not all the way. Always there is an odd distance between you and the people you love and the people you meet, a barrier thin as the glass of a mirror, you never come all the way out of the mirror; you stand, for the rest of your life, with one foot in this world and no one in another, where everything is upside down and backward and sad.
( twenty-eight )
We'd both been stripped of all the evasiveness, all the lies, everything we'd ever kept from each other. Layer by layer, we had given up our defences and our excuses and our demands for whys and how’s, and what was left were two broken beings. Clinging to one last shred of hope. Tethered to each other.
( twenty-nine )
But mostly I wondered why the head could move so swiftly while the heart dragged its feet. I still loved him. It felt like anything else permanent that has gone missing, a lost tooth, and a severed leg. You might know better, but that doesn't keep your tongue from poking at the hole in your gum, or your phantom limb from aching.
( thirty )
I like my body under yours. I like the echo of seashells, the pinkness of your skin brings to my ears, the smile it spreads across my lips, and the thunder it puts in my heart.
( thirty-one )
I remember how you tasted. I've had you so many times, let's face it
( thirty-two )
We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has only happened once, and that’s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it.
( thirty-three )
Whatever made me the way I am left me hollow; empty inside, unable to feel. It doesn't seem like a big deal. I'm quite sure most people fake an awful lot of everyday human contact. I just fake it all. I fake it very well, and the feelings are never here.
-Jeff Lindsay, Darkly Dreaming Dexter
( thirty-four )
I hope you don't mind hearing my heart skip a beat when you say something nice to me or even just a smile. You make me feel special inside and I could easily fall asleep in your arms.
( thirty-five )
“Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep burning, unquenchable.”
Have a good week xox