Love is a commitment, not a feeling. Love is sticking with someone even when you don't want to be in the same room as them. Love is putting someone else's wants and needs before your own, even when it is highly inconvenient for you. Love is more than a kiss. Love is a lifetime of working to be everything for that person. Love is one word that takes your entire life to prove. Love is "for better or for worse." Love is "till death do we part." Love is sacrifice. Love is what all search for, but many never truly find. Love is sharing the covers. Love is watching "Gladiator" instead of "Legally Blonde." Love is eating pizza instead of Mexican.
Love is the little things.
Love is the big things.
Love is forever.
Friday, January 28, 2011
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Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Silver Lining
So I realize that lately my posts have come from a pretty dark place. And sure, my life hasn't exactly been rainbows and butterflies lately, but I do have a lot to be thankful for.
Have you ever had somebody who can just make you smile no matter what?
Someone you can't stay mad at no matter how hard you try?
A person who can take your saddest days and make them amazing?
Somebody you can count on no matter what?
The person who you can fight with about the stupidest stuff, but it doesn't matter because you know that in the end, you'll work things out?
Someone who you know that if you lost, part of you would be lost with them?
Because if so, I can relate to you.
Have you ever had somebody who can just make you smile no matter what?
Someone you can't stay mad at no matter how hard you try?
A person who can take your saddest days and make them amazing?
Somebody you can count on no matter what?
The person who you can fight with about the stupidest stuff, but it doesn't matter because you know that in the end, you'll work things out?
Someone who you know that if you lost, part of you would be lost with them?
Because if so, I can relate to you.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Doing this for me
I always do what is expected of me.
I help people.
I please people.
I do everything I can to protect those around me.
But somewhere along the line, I stopped protecting me.
I want to get out.
After being accused of being selfish and uncaring from the very person who I tried most to protect, the person who left emotional wounds beyond repair, I want to leave.
I should leave.
I must leave.
But I want to stay.
Contradictory, I know. But when that very person whom you love is someone who you can't possibly stop loving, you don't want to leave.
I shouldn't leave.
I can't leave.
I am forever a conundrum.
I help people.
I please people.
I do everything I can to protect those around me.
But somewhere along the line, I stopped protecting me.
I want to get out.
After being accused of being selfish and uncaring from the very person who I tried most to protect, the person who left emotional wounds beyond repair, I want to leave.
I should leave.
I must leave.
But I want to stay.
Contradictory, I know. But when that very person whom you love is someone who you can't possibly stop loving, you don't want to leave.
I shouldn't leave.
I can't leave.
I am forever a conundrum.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Goodbye
Goodbyes are a tricky yet inevitable thing.
You aren't always given a choice of when you get to say goodbye, but there is sometimes a window of opportunity in which you are given the ability to choose whom you are going to say goodbye to. However, this doesn't always make it easier.
What do you do when the severity of either goodbye would be enough to crush you?
What do you do when your heart is tied so closely to each end that with each bit you unravel it, the further you prevent its beating?
How do you respond when either choice you make depicts you as a traitor to the other side?
Am I to be like Solomon in a sense and offer to split myself in half to see by whom I am more loved?
But what if this feat would be pointless, as I know both would be willing to sacrifice?
So the question seems to remain: Which sacrifice am I more willing to make?
You aren't always given a choice of when you get to say goodbye, but there is sometimes a window of opportunity in which you are given the ability to choose whom you are going to say goodbye to. However, this doesn't always make it easier.
What do you do when the severity of either goodbye would be enough to crush you?
What do you do when your heart is tied so closely to each end that with each bit you unravel it, the further you prevent its beating?
How do you respond when either choice you make depicts you as a traitor to the other side?
Am I to be like Solomon in a sense and offer to split myself in half to see by whom I am more loved?
But what if this feat would be pointless, as I know both would be willing to sacrifice?
So the question seems to remain: Which sacrifice am I more willing to make?
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