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.
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 straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way” —Pablo Neruda
Made much more enjoyable
Because of our love.
Just found four dollars in my pocket.
- 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.
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.
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)