October 2010
27 posts
September 2010
19 posts
Richard’s here napping on my floor and all I can think about is how he won’t be one state away in a few weeks. It kind of breaks my heart.
I just got off the phone with one of my friends who is truly incredible:
- She’s 20 years old
- She has a beautiful 2-year-old
- She’s married
- Her husband is in the Army
She’s one of the strongest people I know and I’m so glad to call her a close and dear friend.
The distance question
One of my first posts on this blog involved the question of whether distance truly makes the heart grow fonder. I still don’t have that answer, but in this moment, I think it honestly depends on the person.
Long-distance is not for the faint of heart and it takes an emotional armor thicker than anything worn by a medieval knight. It’s heavy. It’s stressful. It’s joyous. It makes those small moments even sweeter. It can make you grateful for those small moments in life: holding hands, introducing him as my boyfriend at parties and always having someone to dance with, going to sleep at night with a kiss and waking up with him lying next to me.
However, even though I crave these small moments, I know that I’m loved.
That feeling surpasses any distance.
Whenever I really miss him, I always feel like more couples spring up around me. I really hope we get to see each other next weekend.
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way” —Pablo Neruda
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way” —Pablo Neruda
A Haiku
A conversation
Made much more enjoyable
Because of our love.
Just found four dollars in my pocket.
Win.
“If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever.”
— Winnie the Pooh
Rapture via one phone call
- Richard: Okay well, I'll call you later okay?
- Me: Okay, sounds good.
- Richard: Hey.
- Me: Yeah?
- Richard: I LOOOOVE YOU!
- Me: Sounds good. And, I love you too.
Lovely lustly
While having sex, he kissed my neck. When he came, he ended up biting my neck to keep quiet while everyone else slept. There’s a mark on my neck and I love it. When I touch it I can feel him all over again.
Don’t make me cry anymore.
Sometimes I wonder
If I’m still his speed dial #5, right in the center…is that weird?
“
Lost love is still love… It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
Life has to end… Love doesn’t.
” —Mitch Albom, The 5 People You Meet in Heaven (via quote-book)
“And I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew, that someday it would lead me back to you.”
—Maroon 5 - “Sunday Morning” (via quote-book)
