Dearest, these nights spent away from you drag on for miles. How I long to feel your touch again and confide in you what I dare not say twice. If I could see you, just for a moment, I would tell you of my undying love and admiration for you that fill my being in your presence.
It is because of your tender embraces. As you hover over me and wrap me in a cocoon of your warmth. I take every second to breathe in all that you are so that I may carry the reminder with me on these lonely nights.
It is because of your luminous eyes that are so seemingly eager as I approach. The way the flecks of hazel are constantly at battle with the army of blue. And in the end they each intertwine and live harmoniously as one.
It is because your soft lips habitually seek an area of my skin to press themselves against. As you gradually move from my forehead, to my lips, down to my neck, and descending further, causing my cheeks to turn a rosy pink. But never would I protest.
It is because your pale, creamy skin is in such contrast to my own. When we are side by side, I imagine our pigments mixing together, forming something that is neither mine nor yours. But is still somehow both of ours.
If only I could speak these words to you, my love. Until we meet again, I will continue to yearn for you, as always.
Well that was somewhat embarrassing. I'm glad no one reads this
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
My life
I cannot simply explain my life to you, and I do not care to try.
My life cannot be summed up in a matter of words. I cannot put a few paragraphs together that will take you from my infancy to the present and properly give you an overview of who I am. That is not how I see my life.
Life is not a list of all the specific events that have happened. Not explained by stories of the time I had stitches or the time I graduated or the day I moved on my own. Life is characterized by the hardships and successes we each face.
Life is about the resilience I learned when I got back up after bumping my head; it is about the dedication that it took to see out my high school education and receive a diploma; it is about the fear of leaving home and the knowledge I have gained since making a home of my own.
Do not allow your life to be summarized in a string of events. Those events are not a description of who you are. Instead, allow each moment to fill you with so much emotion that you are constantly carrying each achievement and lesson learned with you. For that will come to define you.
My life cannot be summed up in a matter of words. I cannot put a few paragraphs together that will take you from my infancy to the present and properly give you an overview of who I am. That is not how I see my life.
Life is not a list of all the specific events that have happened. Not explained by stories of the time I had stitches or the time I graduated or the day I moved on my own. Life is characterized by the hardships and successes we each face.
Life is about the resilience I learned when I got back up after bumping my head; it is about the dedication that it took to see out my high school education and receive a diploma; it is about the fear of leaving home and the knowledge I have gained since making a home of my own.
Do not allow your life to be summarized in a string of events. Those events are not a description of who you are. Instead, allow each moment to fill you with so much emotion that you are constantly carrying each achievement and lesson learned with you. For that will come to define you.
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