It's the way the clouds form and the way the sun shines.
It's the sight of kids playing and the sounds of wind chimes.
It's something many people try to experience but just cannot get.
It's something many people already have and they will never regret.
Sometimes it's fake and sometimes it?s true.
Sometimes it's colorful and sometimes it?s blue.
What is it that we all try to find?
Why is love that thing we cannot get off our mind?
It's the colors of the rainbow and the music to our ears.
It's the thing that keeps us going for years and years and years.
It's the way you say ?Hello? and the way you say ?Goodbye?.
It's the day we say ?I will honor, love,
And cherish you until the day that we die.?
Memories of walking through the snow and memories of holding hands.
Memories of being together and never ever losing that chance.
Italy is the place for romance and where lovers tend to go.
Nothing else matters to me but to see our love grow.
Love, Oh how it touches so many people and never has a low.
Love, the greatest feeling this world
Has to offer that always continues to flow.
Sometimes it's wrong and sometimes it's right.
Sometimes it's dull and sometimes it's bright.
But the thing about ours is that it never grows old.
The thing about ours is it's solid as gold.
It takes a lot to say I love you and mean it.
But with you and me it's the simplest thing on the planet.
It's the light within the cave that helps guide the willing.
It's the eagerness of the heart the keeps on giving.
It's the thing that makes the hairs
On the back of your neck stand up.
It's the thing that makes our emotions erupt.
It's the way you walk; it's the way you talk.
It's the sound of your voice; it's the number one choice.
Something from within me makes me always have that smile.
It's something from inside me that will never put you on trial.
To sum it all up it's this thing called Love.
It's basically what I live for and what we are made of.
Love.
2
I constantly wonder
If I am to be remembered
Or will my love
So devoutly given
Be forever forgotten?
Am I such a hideous sight
That none will ever wish
To remember that name
Or love that would be
Forever unerringly true?
My life is a misery
That cannot be endured
The thoughts of immortality
A fruitless goal
Must I forever live
Without your thoughts
Continually to stray
To another life
Where I no longer stay
In your thoughts and life?
Why must I live
In this very void
Where my eternal love
Its very existance ignored
Will you not see me
For who I am
And that I wish to be
Your heart, soul, and voice
To be forever yours
And you forever mine?
3
Once in a blue moon, a wish will come true...
Grant this wish I wish tonight (the wish I wish for you).
I wish for peace and happiness throughout the entire earth.
I wish for love and joy to all, in things from death to birth.
I wish the world could all be merry, through sickness and through health.
I wish the world prosperity, from poverty through to wealth.
But on this blue moon, tonight I wish
My most important wish will come true.
Grant this wish I wish tonight....
The wish I'm wishing for... is you.
4
Where have you gone
after the sunset?
When you've gone away
after the sunset
it seems so dark
because the sun never rose.
Where will I
ever find you again?
Wherever you are,
you're always in me.
Where wil I find
your words of wisdom,
hope, strength and courage?
Waiting for you is like
waiting for the sun to revolve
around the moon.
Wanting to see you is like
waiting for centuries
to see comets.
Waiting to hear you is like
waiting for decades to
see an eclipse.
When you were here, I thought
you would stay.
When you were gone, I knew
you would never come back.
Why is it that the ones to leave
are those I love?
Will there ever be a day
we will meet again?
5
she slips in
and out
of my dreams
like a ghostly figure
lightly touching
my heart and soul
with a whisper
with a smile
electric is the air
she brings with her
blinding me momentarily
binding me to her forever
catching my breath
all senses now awakened
submitting me
to her whimsical ways
to her gentle touch
to her
igniting my love
for her yet again
my eyes open
and she's there...
6
When you are far, where you are
Locked in a prison of vast space
I close flooding eyes and pray to the skies
That I could again see your sweet face
Oh jealous fate, so full of hate
Has coveted you for herself
And deep inside, I try to hide
The pains of extending oneself
Can you see me, so hopelessly
Wasting my life for your gain
But I will remain, and ever refrain
From letting another touch my heart again
7
Have you ever had a dream
That you'd die for it to come true?
Well, I have a dream like that,
For you to love me like I love you.
Have you ever wanted something
More than anything else in the life?
Well, I want you more than that,
To one day be my wife.
But that is far in the future,
For now I only want your love,
I've tried everything,
Even praying to up above.
Have you ever prayed to God,
Even when you don't believe,
Hoping that maybe he'll prove you wrong,
And give you the thing you need?
I need you to be there for me,
Like I'd be there for you,
I need you to love me,
And always keep it true.
8
Falling in love is a wonderful feeling
Especially with someone so sweet like you
Since you came you've turned my world around
And showed me what true love is all about
Living in love is a memorable experience
With someone who cares and listens like you
From the day I accepted you into my life
You've turned my mourning into dancing
Being in love is an overwhelming desire
With someone so true and faithful like you
Since the time I set my eyes on you
Passions engulf my soul like a flame of fire
Sharing in love is an eternal decision
With someone who truly understands my feelings
From the day I gave my heart to you
I've been living in the ecstasy of your love
Smiling...with fire of love burning in our hearts
As our bodies communicate in one accord
I'll never love another in this world but you
Because you really mean so much to me
9
My ears had yet to hear
Lovelier words ever spoken
My heart had yet to feel
A sweeter gift or token
But when you whispered them to me
In that magical moment
I knew that I loved you back instantly
With every part of me
I swore,
To be yours for eternity and forever more
The greatest gift you gave was love
And I never knew that I could feel in my heart this much
You heightened my horizons
My heart,
It learned to fly
You broadened up my visions
My eyes they learned it was ok to cry
And in the end
My love remained as true
The greatest gift you ever gave,
Still and forever in debt I belong to you
10
It was not my sin
but my destiny
my blind eyes look for you
Noone understood the mystery of your eyes
For my heart and pride breaking in your eyes is easy
My winter is spring with you still
Who can fill your place for me?
In my dreams I have your hand in mine
But I wake up and cant see with my blind eyes
My heart is convinced you are with me
My eyes have sight enough to deny
Now that all was a dream
at least let me dream on
Let me love you in my dreams
dont leave me waiting come to my dreams
I love to love you in my dreams
where I can be kind and loving
How can it be that you wont exist?
Bring warmth to my hands
How can I believe that you are not with me no more?
Let me be with this dream till I collapse in my death bed
In my dream someone told me you are gone
Its ok let everyone know that I have broken heart
My heart is gone and wont be back
She left my heart for others
Voice of her laughter still hovers in my ear
The world is silent so I can hear her laughing all time
Hard Days without you
I will scratch the skies without you
Break the silence of your heart
dont let our distance become greater
I dont want like the past have the same ending
My problem was that I drew your face on the wrong side of the page
On the side that nothing ever dies, The side that makes you eternal
Im scared behind that beautiful mask you wont be
playing the role of the lover
Like crazy people I closed my eyes not to see the truth
there is a mystery behind your words which I never understood
I dont want to lose love to my tears
but you had enough of my joy
If you dont exist the whole world is a coffin for me
Thursday, October 3, 2013
PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: I WANT TO GIVE YOU MY LAST NAME
Dear Soulmate
The thrill of your kisses,the warmth of your touch.The close tender feeling I've longed for so much.A passion for life that makes each day seem new. These things I discovered the day I found you.Whenever you look at me your eyes always shine. In their own special way to let me know you're mine. When you smile, that lets me know that you love me too. Because every smile in its own way, is saying "I love you". With every hug or kiss you give, it shows me that you care.It reassures me over and over that you're always there.Will you forget my songs to you and how we danced alone;Our twilight times with hands entwined. Will you remember those quiet morning and sultry nights.When words we didn't need;When love was lord and passion soared like eagles in a breeze? Will you forget my love for you When winter's careless ways and cloud every sky blind your eyes; Will you remember days of golden rings and silver springs,and wonders that we'd seen? If you forget. I'll be there yet, If only in your dreams. For a while I've look to find someone like you.To find someone who loves me as much as you do. To find someone to change my skies from grey to blue.All my life I've searched for that sweet and complete girl.The perfect girl to share my world.When I look into your beautiful brown eyes.It's no wonder why I see my future in your eyes.You're like the girl I always dreamed of and I believe I have truely fallen in love. So, there are a couple of things I need you to see because you're so very important to me.You mean the whole wide world to me and you're everything I ever wanted a woman to be.So, I would love to enjoy my life with you and tell you how much I do love you and after it all where I hopefully aim is to live happily ever after and give you my...last name
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
PERSONAL/JOURNAL/DATING/LOVE: I AM SO SCARED ABOUT BEING SINGLE FOREVER
I’m sorry to even go here; I’m sorry to even throw myself the pity party of the year, but I think this is something that everyone has grappled with at some point in their lives. We try not to think about it too much though. I mean, we spend so much time talking about love and sex. We go to lunch with our friends and talk about being single or who we’re sleeping with, but these conversations mostly consist of soundbites and false reassurances. We feel safe in that moment with our friends in some bustling restaurant on a Saturday afternoon and tell each other, “I’m finally okay with being single. I really don’t want someone right now because I’m just so focused on my career or X, Y, and Z.” Or even something more along the lines of, “I hate being single. I need to get laid. What the hell is wrong with me? I hate woman!” We think we’re talking honestly and maybe we are. But we try not to think about the concept of forever. When you’re single, you tell yourself it’s a dry spell or that it can be remedied by “putting yourself out there” or joining an online dating service. It could always be fixed. There’s always time.
But what if this is it, this is forever? What if we have a few more relationships, some of which might be wonderful and end up in marriage, but we still end up alone when we’re 75 and need someone to take us to our doctor’s appointment? I mean, that’s the whole point of finding The One, right? So someone can wipe your ass, clean up your vomit, give you your pills because they love you dammit and they signed the contract!
Being a spinster or an old maid has often been treated with flippancy in our culture. A woman has a lot of cats and wears potato sack dresses and drinks lots of wine. She’s a fun drunk cat lady! Or a man goes to a dive bar and feels the judgement and pity coming from the much younger patrons, but whatever, he’s just a lifelong bachelor. But the reality is that ending up alone sounds devastating and if you really think about it outside the context of some chic brunch or rom-com, it will leave you winded and gasping for air.
I remember one night recently in which I was walking home from a friend’s apartment in city. It was a Saturday night, which meant that Manhattan was a complete shitshow. Groups of friends and lovers were waltzing around laughing and their gregarious behavior reverberated through the city, practically making me deaf. I looked at all of these people who looked so happy and connected with each other and then I looked at myself — a boy walking home alone on a Saturday night amongst a sea of fun. This sounds totally cliche and whiny, right? It’s not like I hadn’t been that person before, galavanting around with a girlfriend and a group of friends. I have lots of love in my life and have loved a good number of women, this I knew. But there was something about that night that triggered this intense feeling of vulnerability. It was like I was suddenly walking in the most dangerous neighborhood and could be swept up at any moment. I felt exposed and raw, like people were looking at me and had written me off as a sad pathetic character in the narrative of their lives.
I was scared about being single. I have no one in my life, and I am so scared for the future. What if this is it? Alone forever? Everyone i know is on a path. My path is unknown. I have no idea where I will end up or with who. I used to love being independent., now it scares me to death. I know that's stupid- there's someone for everyone. But I just feel like I'm running out of time. I don't know. I just can't stop thinking about it lately. I don't want to be alone forever. I just don't feel like I will ever find "The One..." or anyone for that matter
The next day, I tried to think about what it was that made me feel so alone. I had walked home plenty of times alone on a Saturday night and felt perfectly fine. But last night, I realized, I had thought about Forever for the first time in a long time. I believed that this was just one of many walks that I was going to experience alone. This was going to be it for the rest of my life. I was going to be the person everyone was afraid of becoming. I would take one for the team and become That Guy. It had never felt more tangible than it did in that moment. I could feel it, I could see it, I could taste my future grief.
We don’t like to think about the worst-case scenario, but it sometimes hits us in strange moments and it becomes more real than anything else. You forget about all the times your ex said I love you and meant it. You only think about the fact that you’re born alone and you die alone.
I know I’m going to be okay and that this is just a weird vulnerable period of my life. I really do. I know I’ll find someone again just like I have before and I’ll laugh about how emotional and fearful I used to be. “Haha, so dramatic, Alex Little did you know there was the perfect woman for you right around the corner!” But that’s not how I felt that night. That night there was no other person for me. I was going to end up alone. It was fated.
Being single is difficult like that. We can talk and write about it as much as we want. We can rent movies that profit off of our grief, and commiserate with friends over a bottle of wine. But those brief moments in which we think about the possibility of being alone forever are so quietly devastating. It’s your worst nightmare becoming real for five blocks. This is something Katherine Heigl can’t conjure in her latest movie. These moments aren’t what you talk about at brunch unless you get really wasted and want to have that kind of day. It’s like being single in HD. And then as quickly as it came on, the moment leaves you and you’re back to feeling okay. Maybe the moment will even scare you into not staying home the next night; in which case, the moment has done its job
PART 2
If you are most people, most of your relationships will not work out. Sometimes, things will fall apart naturally; sometimes, everything will come screeching to a halt; sometimes, you will fall asleep facing the opposite direction of a person for months and one day realize it is not because of your back pain, it’s who is lying next to you. Sometimes, it will creep up so subtly that when it’s over, you’re not heartbroken — in fact, you’re not even surprised. I am most people, and most of my relationships have not worked out. All, in fact.
I am afraid of being alone. Not being alone while walking on the street, though I am admittedly scared of that, too. I am afraid of being alone in that same way millions of people are afraid of being alone: of living alone and, in the end, dying alone. I am not always afraid of being alone, however — just when it seems inevitable.
I don’t need a relationship to make me happy. I love my family, my friends, my pets, my job and avocado. I am a decent cook. I eat well. I laugh often. I support myself financially and (much of the time) emotionally. For years, I was co-dependent and needy; I thought I was only half a person without another person. Now, romance-wise, I want somebody whom I can speak with, sleep with and sleep next to.
If you are alone, I can’t give you much advice on how to change that; I can only say that you’re not really alone, because we’re all somewhat alone, but that doesn’t mean very much, anyway. But if you’re afraid of being alone, I can tell you that I know it’s terrifying, especially when you have never really been done it (successfully, happily) before.
People who spend most of their lives alone aren’t necessarily “good” at it, but they’re better-adjusted, and that can mean the difference between driving yourself crazy with fear and simple acceptance. And people who spend most of their lives alone will tell you how much better it is, and how much easier it is, and how you should really stop being sad about it because they aren’t sad about their situation and it’s only made them stronger. And if you are like me, you’ll nod and say, “Yes, you are so strong, that must have been so hard, thank you for the advice.”
Today, while I am sorry to be such a huge bummer or to sound as though loneliness is somehow the only thing my life revolves around right now, I am admittedly very sad. So, the point of this piece is to remind you that being lonely is normal. Being afraid of being alone is very, very normal, no matter how many high fives we give to those who are permanently cool with it.
Just because you’re sad about being lonely and scared of being alone doesn’t mean you are a flailing, affection-anemic loser who’s flunking at being “unconstrained” and self-sufficient (at least, I hope not). Being told you’re not allowed to sometimes feel sad while alone is like being told you can’t get hungry when on a diet. While I may be shedding some metaphorical weight by being alone , I don’t have to be happy about it and I don’t have to stay strong.
You are allowed to be sad, you are allowed to be lonely, you are allowed to not want to be alone. So tonight, when I retreat and stare at my blank walls even though I won’t go so far as to sob or panic or casually call some old acquaintance up for sex, I won’t be happy. But I’m allowed to not be, and that’s okay for now.
But what if this is it, this is forever? What if we have a few more relationships, some of which might be wonderful and end up in marriage, but we still end up alone when we’re 75 and need someone to take us to our doctor’s appointment? I mean, that’s the whole point of finding The One, right? So someone can wipe your ass, clean up your vomit, give you your pills because they love you dammit and they signed the contract!
Being a spinster or an old maid has often been treated with flippancy in our culture. A woman has a lot of cats and wears potato sack dresses and drinks lots of wine. She’s a fun drunk cat lady! Or a man goes to a dive bar and feels the judgement and pity coming from the much younger patrons, but whatever, he’s just a lifelong bachelor. But the reality is that ending up alone sounds devastating and if you really think about it outside the context of some chic brunch or rom-com, it will leave you winded and gasping for air.
I remember one night recently in which I was walking home from a friend’s apartment in city. It was a Saturday night, which meant that Manhattan was a complete shitshow. Groups of friends and lovers were waltzing around laughing and their gregarious behavior reverberated through the city, practically making me deaf. I looked at all of these people who looked so happy and connected with each other and then I looked at myself — a boy walking home alone on a Saturday night amongst a sea of fun. This sounds totally cliche and whiny, right? It’s not like I hadn’t been that person before, galavanting around with a girlfriend and a group of friends. I have lots of love in my life and have loved a good number of women, this I knew. But there was something about that night that triggered this intense feeling of vulnerability. It was like I was suddenly walking in the most dangerous neighborhood and could be swept up at any moment. I felt exposed and raw, like people were looking at me and had written me off as a sad pathetic character in the narrative of their lives.
I was scared about being single. I have no one in my life, and I am so scared for the future. What if this is it? Alone forever? Everyone i know is on a path. My path is unknown. I have no idea where I will end up or with who. I used to love being independent., now it scares me to death. I know that's stupid- there's someone for everyone. But I just feel like I'm running out of time. I don't know. I just can't stop thinking about it lately. I don't want to be alone forever. I just don't feel like I will ever find "The One..." or anyone for that matter
The next day, I tried to think about what it was that made me feel so alone. I had walked home plenty of times alone on a Saturday night and felt perfectly fine. But last night, I realized, I had thought about Forever for the first time in a long time. I believed that this was just one of many walks that I was going to experience alone. This was going to be it for the rest of my life. I was going to be the person everyone was afraid of becoming. I would take one for the team and become That Guy. It had never felt more tangible than it did in that moment. I could feel it, I could see it, I could taste my future grief.
We don’t like to think about the worst-case scenario, but it sometimes hits us in strange moments and it becomes more real than anything else. You forget about all the times your ex said I love you and meant it. You only think about the fact that you’re born alone and you die alone.
I know I’m going to be okay and that this is just a weird vulnerable period of my life. I really do. I know I’ll find someone again just like I have before and I’ll laugh about how emotional and fearful I used to be. “Haha, so dramatic, Alex Little did you know there was the perfect woman for you right around the corner!” But that’s not how I felt that night. That night there was no other person for me. I was going to end up alone. It was fated.
Being single is difficult like that. We can talk and write about it as much as we want. We can rent movies that profit off of our grief, and commiserate with friends over a bottle of wine. But those brief moments in which we think about the possibility of being alone forever are so quietly devastating. It’s your worst nightmare becoming real for five blocks. This is something Katherine Heigl can’t conjure in her latest movie. These moments aren’t what you talk about at brunch unless you get really wasted and want to have that kind of day. It’s like being single in HD. And then as quickly as it came on, the moment leaves you and you’re back to feeling okay. Maybe the moment will even scare you into not staying home the next night; in which case, the moment has done its job
PART 2
If you are most people, most of your relationships will not work out. Sometimes, things will fall apart naturally; sometimes, everything will come screeching to a halt; sometimes, you will fall asleep facing the opposite direction of a person for months and one day realize it is not because of your back pain, it’s who is lying next to you. Sometimes, it will creep up so subtly that when it’s over, you’re not heartbroken — in fact, you’re not even surprised. I am most people, and most of my relationships have not worked out. All, in fact.
I am afraid of being alone. Not being alone while walking on the street, though I am admittedly scared of that, too. I am afraid of being alone in that same way millions of people are afraid of being alone: of living alone and, in the end, dying alone. I am not always afraid of being alone, however — just when it seems inevitable.
I don’t need a relationship to make me happy. I love my family, my friends, my pets, my job and avocado. I am a decent cook. I eat well. I laugh often. I support myself financially and (much of the time) emotionally. For years, I was co-dependent and needy; I thought I was only half a person without another person. Now, romance-wise, I want somebody whom I can speak with, sleep with and sleep next to.
If you are alone, I can’t give you much advice on how to change that; I can only say that you’re not really alone, because we’re all somewhat alone, but that doesn’t mean very much, anyway. But if you’re afraid of being alone, I can tell you that I know it’s terrifying, especially when you have never really been done it (successfully, happily) before.
People who spend most of their lives alone aren’t necessarily “good” at it, but they’re better-adjusted, and that can mean the difference between driving yourself crazy with fear and simple acceptance. And people who spend most of their lives alone will tell you how much better it is, and how much easier it is, and how you should really stop being sad about it because they aren’t sad about their situation and it’s only made them stronger. And if you are like me, you’ll nod and say, “Yes, you are so strong, that must have been so hard, thank you for the advice.”
Today, while I am sorry to be such a huge bummer or to sound as though loneliness is somehow the only thing my life revolves around right now, I am admittedly very sad. So, the point of this piece is to remind you that being lonely is normal. Being afraid of being alone is very, very normal, no matter how many high fives we give to those who are permanently cool with it.
Just because you’re sad about being lonely and scared of being alone doesn’t mean you are a flailing, affection-anemic loser who’s flunking at being “unconstrained” and self-sufficient (at least, I hope not). Being told you’re not allowed to sometimes feel sad while alone is like being told you can’t get hungry when on a diet. While I may be shedding some metaphorical weight by being alone , I don’t have to be happy about it and I don’t have to stay strong.
You are allowed to be sad, you are allowed to be lonely, you are allowed to not want to be alone. So tonight, when I retreat and stare at my blank walls even though I won’t go so far as to sob or panic or casually call some old acquaintance up for sex, I won’t be happy. But I’m allowed to not be, and that’s okay for now.
FROM A FRIEND
Healing sometimes doesn't happen as fast as we want. Sometimes we think we are all better and then boom we realize not only are we not 100 percent recovered, but we just re injured ourselves, by taking on more than we can handle. We try to quicken the recovery of say a broken heart, by getting involved with new people, exercising, doing mental and physical makeovers, going out, watching movies, having sex, popping pills. A broken heart is hard enough, but what is even worse is when a relationship leaves us with lower self esteem, feelings of rejection, being inadequate all over really low confidence. This is the hardest thing to heal. Our own self image. Whatever reason we feel this way, we didn't put there maybe feelings began at childhood, maybe from parents, from classmates, bullies on a bus, from first girl or boyfriends, unfaithful partners, unkind unloving spouses. rejection and low self esteem suck, and will be that poison in a new relationship. How do we get better. By not forcing it, I think. By praying. And having people in your life that only love you, think you are amazing, smart, good looking, people that listen and open up as well. Who knows maybe for every year we were exposed to abusive, esteem eating parasitic people we need the same number of time with those that adore us, believe we are more than enough, and winners. Someday Alex, you will be with her, the woman that will put you on a pedestal, think that you are the greatest, adore holding your body, and kissing you from head to toe, she will not only respect your opinion but think it is pure genius, she wont really see your flaws as anything other than things she wants to help you with and enjoy helping you with. Which is the greatest thing about our imperfections, because sometimes we get so obsessed with them we don't realize that our flaws have suddenly made another so happy because they see it as their life's purpose. That is sweet love. One day you will have someones sweet love. That is the love that endures all. I pray for God to send her to you as soon as possible.
POETRY:SHALL I LOVE YOU
I ask you now as I have before,
When will you love me, shall I wait the more?
But the solemn hills and the effervescent sea
Are all but too much for you to hear my plea.
I ask you now, as I will in the end,
When might I kiss you... may I kiss you again?
But your beauty, too much, and your passion, too great,
Just leave me a letter and reading... I shall wait.
I ask you now as I did today,
Shall I love you... what shall you say?
But the empty cries and the longing reply:
Alone I shall stay and alone I shall die.
I ask you now, as I will tomorrow,
Am I enough, in your heart might I burrow?
You heard my voice and spoke with gentle lips,
"Together we shall die, and in your heart mine lives."
2
In my mind there is a fire
In my heart there is an ocean
The fire blazes and heats the ocean,
The ocean steams and spews but is held in check,
A brick wall erected to contain the flood,
Waters building stress cracking the wall,
But the wall holds and the waters build,
The fire growing out of control,
Baking the wall making it stronger,
People chip away at the wall with strange little tools,
Love, Caring, Tenderness, Devotion, Trust,
CRACK, RUMBLE, CREAK,
This last tool has an effect no one could imagine,
The trust bestowed upon the wall and put into the wall,
Seeps deep back to the water and whispers to water *come with me*,
And the trust and the waters go together and break down the wall,
And they rush in and in their wake,
Love and Tenderness and Devotion follow,
And trust aids the water to put out the fire and the others stay behind,
Making sure that the fire never rises up in me again.
PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: MY DARLING, LOVE OF MINE
It's been a long, long time since I've felt this way. If only I could find the words to say to tell you that you're more.More than the world will ever know More than your eyes are willing to show It's just the way your eyes light up a room.The way your hands feel when you touch my arm.The way my heart races when I see you walk towards me.These things I cannot deny ...there is nothing more beautiful in my mind. Nothing in my eyes more kind you just have that kind of effect..You make my heart pound when I'm out & down It always seems to happen...when you come around.Your love is eternally part of my soul and without you in my life, my emotions lose control. I feel an urgent need to be with you.I must have read the words you wrote a thousand times or so. I see the pictures you paint in my mind so clear of you and I together laughing, sharing, holding each other near. I have never wanted something so much as I want you.I think to myself and smile someday this will all come true. Falling in love is always magical. It feels eternal, as if love will last forever. The story of love is not important, what is important is that one is capable of love. What greater things are there for two humans souls than to feel that they are joined to be with each other in silent unspeakable moments, it is perhaps the only glimpse permitted of eternity. Love is the source of reality. Love is an understanding that is so complete.Love doesn't make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile. You seem unaware of your power You're an absolute wonder to me.I skirt the edges of your magic just close enough to feel the fire of you.You break my heart with your smile...did you know you could do that? Did you know you crush my world with just a word or a look? I've discovered a marvelous thing; I see your smile, your eyes in other faces yet they all disappear, unremembered, the precious moment I see you. I will reveal these things to no one...they are mine to hold deep inside. I will nourish them with the light of your eyes and the unquenched fire of my dreams
Why do I feel so empty without you in my life. Ceaselessly thinking about you when you're not by my side. I desire so much to feel your body next to mine. My heart filled with pain when I find myself missing you more.Though with each passing day is one day closer to you and me. From all the faces I have seen and I've liked,There's only one face I want To wake up to every single day of the rest of my life...From every voice I have heard, your voice is the only one that makes me smile. And I want to hear your voice for the rest of my life...From every place I have been or would want to live. Where I act like I would never pick anywhere else except there...You're wrong. The one place I want to be is with you- and no other...From the bottom of my heart, I wish I could tell you that I want to spend
the rest of my life with you,
My darling, love of mine...
Why do I feel so empty without you in my life. Ceaselessly thinking about you when you're not by my side. I desire so much to feel your body next to mine. My heart filled with pain when I find myself missing you more.Though with each passing day is one day closer to you and me. From all the faces I have seen and I've liked,There's only one face I want To wake up to every single day of the rest of my life...From every voice I have heard, your voice is the only one that makes me smile. And I want to hear your voice for the rest of my life...From every place I have been or would want to live. Where I act like I would never pick anywhere else except there...You're wrong. The one place I want to be is with you- and no other...From the bottom of my heart, I wish I could tell you that I want to spend
the rest of my life with you,
My darling, love of mine...
JOURNAL/ LOVE/ DATING: GUYS LIKE ME BELIEVE WE ARE ENTITLED TO GRADE A PUSSY ..WHICH IS WRONG
You know what I learned..if you’ve been interested in women who weren’t interested in you. You have two choices:
1) look to yourself, and see if you’re doing something wrong; or
2) blame it on the other party.
And that’s what I do. I am such a great guy. Women just want to hurt themselves. They just want “jerks”.
Except, they don’t. When you say “jerks”, you mean men that treat women badly. Men that abuse them, verbally, physically, psychologically, or all three. You think women want that? They don’t. They really, really don’t. Women end up with that, because there are a lot of aseholes who trick them, take advantage of them, and have no respect for them. But choose? No. Women do not choose to be abused. The very suggestion implies that women deserve the abuse that they get.
So, by definition, when you describe yourself as a “nice guy”, like I do.... you are describing yourself as a man who does not treat women like shit. Which is great, but women should be able to expect to be treated well. Everyone should. Treating women with respect just makes you a decent human being; it doesn’t entitle you to anything. When other people are nice to you, do you think that they’re some blessed God sent down from the heavens, that you want to spend all your time with? (I hope that you don’t). It’s great that you have a respect for women, but so you fucking should. There’s absolutely no reason for me or any other man to expect woman to want to have sex with them or a relationship with you just because of it. Or do you expect something deep and meaningful from every single person you’re ever nice to? You don’t get rewarded for being nice. And you shouldn’t treat women and their bodies as prizes to be won, anyway.
Besides, expecting women to date you or have sex with you because you are nice to them implies that you would have absolutely no desire to be nice to them if you weren’t interested in them in that way. Which makes you a complete prick, rather than nice. which I have been for a while.
There are men like me who on the dating site who declare themselves as “nice guys”, and prove that they are anything but. Men who have long passages on their profiles listing all the reasons that they are the perfect man, usually followed by an announcement that they are sick of being rejected all the time, and sick of seeing women with jerks, so they are considering becoming one themselves. Men who assure their visitors that anyone would be lucky to have them, but answer questions about women’s appearances, weight, obligation to shave, and sexual partners in the most misogynistic way possible. These men cannot understand why women wouldn’t want someone as nice as them, but expect women to look and smell good at all costs and times, refuse to consider women who are even slightly overweight, believe that it is a requirement for women to remove their body hair, and feel that it is perfectly possible for women to have slept with “too many” people. In other words, these men are complete asseholes, who have no respect for women or their bodily autonomy, and expect them to exist to please them.
I guess i am an example of the pretentious, bitter, successful guy who feels ENTITLED to Grade-A p*ssy because he got straight A’s in school .The LIE that I tell myself that i have been WRONGED by women because women are too shallow, stupid and ignorant to see the “good” in the less flashy guy, while they are completely obsessed and enthralled with “the bad boy” or “pretty boy” who has no real substance. I want to believe that I am intrinsically different from bad boys in the sense that while they only hooked up with her to get a*s, I would have treated her like the princess that she thinks she is. And then I make excuse for woman because woman don’t know what they want and don’t know how to properly choose a GOOD man..is a load of BS i give myself. I have to be more honest.
Guys who didn’t get women in high school or college weren’t overlooked because the size of their vocabularies were too large or because women have an innate affinity for THUGS, it’s because they simply were NOT cool and they did NOT have characteristics that women found attractive.
The thing about the pretentious, successful guys like me is that we don't like to admit: We are superficial jerk.We fail to acknowledge our own hypocrisy of turning down the smart, studious girl [who's like us] because she doesn’t have a D-cup, or a banging-a*s body like the head of the Cheerleading squad.
Young women DON’T just pick thugs and gangsta’s, they pick young men who are funny, interesting and charismatic. Whether you are a NERD or captain of the Football team, if you are devoid of ALL of those three-things, you are STUPID for expecting ANY human being to just WANT to spend time with you. What do you bring to the table except awkward silence, a severe lack of confidence and an inability to effectively communicate? There ARE women out there who only date thugs, but how do you account for the other 96% of women who DON’T want to get it in with you?
Any man who gets women knows and understands that sometimes you will FAIL as much as you SUCCEED. Some nights you may get nine women who tell you to go to hell and only ONE woman who actually gives you her real number – but in the end, you MAN UP and MOVE ON. Only a pathetic, frail, loser of a man would invest ONE second of his successful life to look down upon a girl who didn’t want him over a DECADE ago.
Oh, so you’re a CEO in an Armani suit, with a stack in your hand, and a yellow Lambo in the background, but you get some sick, twisted pleasure out of telling a girl who didn’t allow you to hit it when you were 17, that she should “beat it” because now you are TOO good for her? Actually YOU’RE NOT – you have just successful proven that you are still that same wounded, sad and charismatically-challenged little boy that she rejected years earlier – but you have just been blessed with the gift of social leverage. Well don’t let your big house, income, car and career make you forget this one fact: Just because you have achieved some measure of success in your life, it doesn’t mean you are now BETTER than everyone else and it DAMN SURE doesn’t mean that you DESERVE a dimepiece.
1) look to yourself, and see if you’re doing something wrong; or
2) blame it on the other party.
And that’s what I do. I am such a great guy. Women just want to hurt themselves. They just want “jerks”.
Except, they don’t. When you say “jerks”, you mean men that treat women badly. Men that abuse them, verbally, physically, psychologically, or all three. You think women want that? They don’t. They really, really don’t. Women end up with that, because there are a lot of aseholes who trick them, take advantage of them, and have no respect for them. But choose? No. Women do not choose to be abused. The very suggestion implies that women deserve the abuse that they get.
So, by definition, when you describe yourself as a “nice guy”, like I do.... you are describing yourself as a man who does not treat women like shit. Which is great, but women should be able to expect to be treated well. Everyone should. Treating women with respect just makes you a decent human being; it doesn’t entitle you to anything. When other people are nice to you, do you think that they’re some blessed God sent down from the heavens, that you want to spend all your time with? (I hope that you don’t). It’s great that you have a respect for women, but so you fucking should. There’s absolutely no reason for me or any other man to expect woman to want to have sex with them or a relationship with you just because of it. Or do you expect something deep and meaningful from every single person you’re ever nice to? You don’t get rewarded for being nice. And you shouldn’t treat women and their bodies as prizes to be won, anyway.
Besides, expecting women to date you or have sex with you because you are nice to them implies that you would have absolutely no desire to be nice to them if you weren’t interested in them in that way. Which makes you a complete prick, rather than nice. which I have been for a while.
There are men like me who on the dating site who declare themselves as “nice guys”, and prove that they are anything but. Men who have long passages on their profiles listing all the reasons that they are the perfect man, usually followed by an announcement that they are sick of being rejected all the time, and sick of seeing women with jerks, so they are considering becoming one themselves. Men who assure their visitors that anyone would be lucky to have them, but answer questions about women’s appearances, weight, obligation to shave, and sexual partners in the most misogynistic way possible. These men cannot understand why women wouldn’t want someone as nice as them, but expect women to look and smell good at all costs and times, refuse to consider women who are even slightly overweight, believe that it is a requirement for women to remove their body hair, and feel that it is perfectly possible for women to have slept with “too many” people. In other words, these men are complete asseholes, who have no respect for women or their bodily autonomy, and expect them to exist to please them.
I guess i am an example of the pretentious, bitter, successful guy who feels ENTITLED to Grade-A p*ssy because he got straight A’s in school .The LIE that I tell myself that i have been WRONGED by women because women are too shallow, stupid and ignorant to see the “good” in the less flashy guy, while they are completely obsessed and enthralled with “the bad boy” or “pretty boy” who has no real substance. I want to believe that I am intrinsically different from bad boys in the sense that while they only hooked up with her to get a*s, I would have treated her like the princess that she thinks she is. And then I make excuse for woman because woman don’t know what they want and don’t know how to properly choose a GOOD man..is a load of BS i give myself. I have to be more honest.
Guys who didn’t get women in high school or college weren’t overlooked because the size of their vocabularies were too large or because women have an innate affinity for THUGS, it’s because they simply were NOT cool and they did NOT have characteristics that women found attractive.
The thing about the pretentious, successful guys like me is that we don't like to admit: We are superficial jerk.We fail to acknowledge our own hypocrisy of turning down the smart, studious girl [who's like us] because she doesn’t have a D-cup, or a banging-a*s body like the head of the Cheerleading squad.
Young women DON’T just pick thugs and gangsta’s, they pick young men who are funny, interesting and charismatic. Whether you are a NERD or captain of the Football team, if you are devoid of ALL of those three-things, you are STUPID for expecting ANY human being to just WANT to spend time with you. What do you bring to the table except awkward silence, a severe lack of confidence and an inability to effectively communicate? There ARE women out there who only date thugs, but how do you account for the other 96% of women who DON’T want to get it in with you?
Any man who gets women knows and understands that sometimes you will FAIL as much as you SUCCEED. Some nights you may get nine women who tell you to go to hell and only ONE woman who actually gives you her real number – but in the end, you MAN UP and MOVE ON. Only a pathetic, frail, loser of a man would invest ONE second of his successful life to look down upon a girl who didn’t want him over a DECADE ago.
Oh, so you’re a CEO in an Armani suit, with a stack in your hand, and a yellow Lambo in the background, but you get some sick, twisted pleasure out of telling a girl who didn’t allow you to hit it when you were 17, that she should “beat it” because now you are TOO good for her? Actually YOU’RE NOT – you have just successful proven that you are still that same wounded, sad and charismatically-challenged little boy that she rejected years earlier – but you have just been blessed with the gift of social leverage. Well don’t let your big house, income, car and career make you forget this one fact: Just because you have achieved some measure of success in your life, it doesn’t mean you are now BETTER than everyone else and it DAMN SURE doesn’t mean that you DESERVE a dimepiece.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: JUST LOVING EVERY MOMENT
I want to dream of a love so true a love to last a whole life through.I want to dream of a loving face, a face that makes my heart race. I want to dream of a smile so bright, a smile to last throughout the night. I want to dream of soft sweet lips, lips to kiss me gently. I want to dream of a hand to hold, a hand that's warm and not too cold. I want to dream and never wake up. Sometimes when the sun is rising thoughts of you run through my head. Remembering when you held me tight and never let me go.Sometimes when noon arrives thoughts of you run through my head. Remembering when we went out to eat, movies we saw, and walk in the park.Sometimes when night comes along thoughts of you run through my head. Remembering when I took you out and hold you close.Your kisses I cherish and hugs I admire, This reminds me of all these things.Time has no boundaries when I'm with you. My heart has no worries, only thoughts of you. Life is so simple lying in your arms. If only this could last forever, never having to end. Being with you is all I want to do, but life won't allow me,So for now, I'll lie in your arms, just loving every moment.
Monday, September 30, 2013
PERSONAL/LOVE LETTER: DEAR FUTURE SOULMATE
Dear Future Soulmate,
I had closed myself off buttoned down the hatches propelled myself into oblivion. Lacking direction seeking only kindness, something anything Drowning in a sea of senseless insanity.Who would have known trust would come in the form of you. And that daily you would not resent having to prove to me again and again and yet again that, yes, I could be loved just because I was who I was even with all my flaws, ESPECIALLY with all my flaws.You were willing to care no matter what.My life, you held in your hands and, without ever asking you gave it back to me mended, nearly whole. What makes my heart beat like a drum?It's swift-run tattoo gathering strength from the fact that you are near.Your heady presence holding me! I think, I feel, I cry!You are relief, succor, sustenance! My world is bittersweet and filled with wait and longing.You are here - and gone too soon! Eternity with you is not enough! Our life together will not end, but, gather light and love as time goes ever on.
Passion flew like never ending streams as I wrapped myself around you wondering where this love would lead. My heart rapidly beat,my soul knew relief, in swift succession I began to witness where horizon and ocean meets. The soft breeze of the ambiance caressed as the shot of cupid's arrow, skillfully sharpened, yet soft, pierced through me. Are these feelings real,would this zeal set me free? With more life to live, and more passion to give,Is this imagination the ideal? Then the dusk gave way to the dawn, and, in the bright light of the morning, I saw in your eyes the sudden rise of the sun.And the day, filled with pure clouds, loudly called till I became assured that this whirlwind of passion is for real.
I had closed myself off buttoned down the hatches propelled myself into oblivion. Lacking direction seeking only kindness, something anything Drowning in a sea of senseless insanity.Who would have known trust would come in the form of you. And that daily you would not resent having to prove to me again and again and yet again that, yes, I could be loved just because I was who I was even with all my flaws, ESPECIALLY with all my flaws.You were willing to care no matter what.My life, you held in your hands and, without ever asking you gave it back to me mended, nearly whole. What makes my heart beat like a drum?It's swift-run tattoo gathering strength from the fact that you are near.Your heady presence holding me! I think, I feel, I cry!You are relief, succor, sustenance! My world is bittersweet and filled with wait and longing.You are here - and gone too soon! Eternity with you is not enough! Our life together will not end, but, gather light and love as time goes ever on.
Passion flew like never ending streams as I wrapped myself around you wondering where this love would lead. My heart rapidly beat,my soul knew relief, in swift succession I began to witness where horizon and ocean meets. The soft breeze of the ambiance caressed as the shot of cupid's arrow, skillfully sharpened, yet soft, pierced through me. Are these feelings real,would this zeal set me free? With more life to live, and more passion to give,Is this imagination the ideal? Then the dusk gave way to the dawn, and, in the bright light of the morning, I saw in your eyes the sudden rise of the sun.And the day, filled with pure clouds, loudly called till I became assured that this whirlwind of passion is for real.
POETRY: TILL THERE WAS YOU
love, love,
you are like a dove
soft, gentle, sweet and kind
I will never lie or, make you cry
and in my mind, I know you are mine
I love you, boo,
you know I stay true,
love, love,
you are my love,
2
I never thought I could love again, till there was you,
I never knew the true meaning of happiness, till there was you.
I had never looked so deeply into anothers eyes, till there was you,
Emotions from the depth of my heart did not surface,till there was you.
Till there was you, emptyness was my companion,
Till there was you, I felt so alone.
Till there was you, the falling pieces of my broken heart mocked me,
Till there was you, love was just a word spoken by others.
Till there was you....... I cried alone.
3
Time is the moderator
tempering my heart,
It guides all of my actions
in setting me apart;
From those intent to injure
or those twisted with hate,
Time is the moderator
that does make me wait.
Beauty is the keeper
of love, so dear and true,
It's the first of many qualities
that I saw in you;
The smile on your lips
the twinkle in your eye,
Beauty is the keeper
that makes my spirit fly.
Honesty's a trait
that holds me near to thee,
Conversation's ample
and makes good company;
The truth is integral
and always is in need,
Honesty's a trait
that would not have us mislead.
Intellect is the teacher
the instructor of the mind,
It opens up our covered eyes
from the pathways of the blind;
It gives to us our reason
and the logic of simple fact,
Intellect is the teacher
that keeps our selves intact.
Gentleness is the seed
that sprouts within our souls,
Its the giver of life, so sweet
and the food within our bowls;
It sprinkles down its love
like a warm, mid-summer's rain,
Gentleness is the seed
that heals all of our pain.
To many things about you,
to put down into words,
I'm, so, glad to have found you
although it surely sounds absurd;
I listen to my heart and mind
and in chorused unity,
They reach a massed conclusion:
you and I are meant to be.
4
The way you express yourself with such gratitude
My love for you seems to blossom at the heart
The heart so vibrant and pure
Your guidance is my eyes for you to follow
My love seems to blossom at the heart
The love you have given me I accept with an open mind
My love, you have given me strength and joy
The reason why I give you my all
Because the last thing you would do for me is make me fall
Happiness, tenderness, to our joyous times
Is all you have given me from this moment on
The tears we have cried, the moments of laughter
To the bumpy roads we have crossed
My dear, my love, life life, you are me,
And I give you me to complete you and I as one
Our minds, bodies, heart, and souls
are combined to cherish and guide from here to eternity
Each day I awaken to a new day, a new face looking before me,
a duplicate of my inner beauty that knows how I feel,
as my heart seems to blossom...
......By Your undying Love !! !!
5
Is it me in you, I see,
Or, you in me?
Which one?
Was it you who made me fall,
Or you who fell in front of me?
Which one?
In your eyes I see a light,
Or, is it the light that comes from me?
Which one? Which one? I ask, which one?
I need your touch,
Or, is it just my lonely soul?
Which one?
You broke my heart,
Or, was it regret from breaking yours?
Which one?
My life turns dark,
Or, is it that I threw away the light?
Which one? Which one? I ask, which one?
Do I choose fear,
Or, do I love?
Which one?
Are you leaving,
Or, am I pushing you away?
Which one? Which one?
I know...
which one.
6
You,
Your soft lips, your sweet smile.
Stay awhile, please.
You,
Your gentle touch, your warm embrace.
Stay awhile, please.
You,
Your bold stance, your mesmerizing glance.
Stay while, please.
7
Alluring phantom in my dreams,
I pursue you till I wake,
And find you nestled in my bed.
What a silhouette you make.
Such a tempting, teasing shadow,
I feel I can't endure,
Another second of this waiting,
For a love so sweet and pure.
Another night of restless slumber,
Knowing you are there beside.
I'm so vulnerable to you,
And I ache for you inside.
I'm a captive to desire.
An inferno builds within.
Such exquisite heat arises,
From the depths beneath my skin.
I am captured in this moment,
Of bidding innocence adieu,
So, I'll awake your sleeping body,
And give my soul to you.
8
Sleepless nights of endless fantasies. Blood rushing, heart-pounding feelings run throughout my body. Her embrace...powerful arms rapped around my body. I am comforted by her presence, I am safe within her arms. The feeling...my body senses these emotional changes. I am clueless to what this all means. When we part my body aches, my eyes are filled with tears, and my mind filled with fantasies. She is on my mind day and night, at times it may fill me with fright. These feelings have never entered my body before, so she must be the woman I have always adored
you are like a dove
soft, gentle, sweet and kind
I will never lie or, make you cry
and in my mind, I know you are mine
I love you, boo,
you know I stay true,
love, love,
you are my love,
2
I never thought I could love again, till there was you,
I never knew the true meaning of happiness, till there was you.
I had never looked so deeply into anothers eyes, till there was you,
Emotions from the depth of my heart did not surface,till there was you.
Till there was you, emptyness was my companion,
Till there was you, I felt so alone.
Till there was you, the falling pieces of my broken heart mocked me,
Till there was you, love was just a word spoken by others.
Till there was you....... I cried alone.
3
Time is the moderator
tempering my heart,
It guides all of my actions
in setting me apart;
From those intent to injure
or those twisted with hate,
Time is the moderator
that does make me wait.
Beauty is the keeper
of love, so dear and true,
It's the first of many qualities
that I saw in you;
The smile on your lips
the twinkle in your eye,
Beauty is the keeper
that makes my spirit fly.
Honesty's a trait
that holds me near to thee,
Conversation's ample
and makes good company;
The truth is integral
and always is in need,
Honesty's a trait
that would not have us mislead.
Intellect is the teacher
the instructor of the mind,
It opens up our covered eyes
from the pathways of the blind;
It gives to us our reason
and the logic of simple fact,
Intellect is the teacher
that keeps our selves intact.
Gentleness is the seed
that sprouts within our souls,
Its the giver of life, so sweet
and the food within our bowls;
It sprinkles down its love
like a warm, mid-summer's rain,
Gentleness is the seed
that heals all of our pain.
To many things about you,
to put down into words,
I'm, so, glad to have found you
although it surely sounds absurd;
I listen to my heart and mind
and in chorused unity,
They reach a massed conclusion:
you and I are meant to be.
4
The way you express yourself with such gratitude
My love for you seems to blossom at the heart
The heart so vibrant and pure
Your guidance is my eyes for you to follow
My love seems to blossom at the heart
The love you have given me I accept with an open mind
My love, you have given me strength and joy
The reason why I give you my all
Because the last thing you would do for me is make me fall
Happiness, tenderness, to our joyous times
Is all you have given me from this moment on
The tears we have cried, the moments of laughter
To the bumpy roads we have crossed
My dear, my love, life life, you are me,
And I give you me to complete you and I as one
Our minds, bodies, heart, and souls
are combined to cherish and guide from here to eternity
Each day I awaken to a new day, a new face looking before me,
a duplicate of my inner beauty that knows how I feel,
as my heart seems to blossom...
......By Your undying Love !! !!
5
Is it me in you, I see,
Or, you in me?
Which one?
Was it you who made me fall,
Or you who fell in front of me?
Which one?
In your eyes I see a light,
Or, is it the light that comes from me?
Which one? Which one? I ask, which one?
I need your touch,
Or, is it just my lonely soul?
Which one?
You broke my heart,
Or, was it regret from breaking yours?
Which one?
My life turns dark,
Or, is it that I threw away the light?
Which one? Which one? I ask, which one?
Do I choose fear,
Or, do I love?
Which one?
Are you leaving,
Or, am I pushing you away?
Which one? Which one?
I know...
which one.
6
You,
Your soft lips, your sweet smile.
Stay awhile, please.
You,
Your gentle touch, your warm embrace.
Stay awhile, please.
You,
Your bold stance, your mesmerizing glance.
Stay while, please.
7
Alluring phantom in my dreams,
I pursue you till I wake,
And find you nestled in my bed.
What a silhouette you make.
Such a tempting, teasing shadow,
I feel I can't endure,
Another second of this waiting,
For a love so sweet and pure.
Another night of restless slumber,
Knowing you are there beside.
I'm so vulnerable to you,
And I ache for you inside.
I'm a captive to desire.
An inferno builds within.
Such exquisite heat arises,
From the depths beneath my skin.
I am captured in this moment,
Of bidding innocence adieu,
So, I'll awake your sleeping body,
And give my soul to you.
8
Sleepless nights of endless fantasies. Blood rushing, heart-pounding feelings run throughout my body. Her embrace...powerful arms rapped around my body. I am comforted by her presence, I am safe within her arms. The feeling...my body senses these emotional changes. I am clueless to what this all means. When we part my body aches, my eyes are filled with tears, and my mind filled with fantasies. She is on my mind day and night, at times it may fill me with fright. These feelings have never entered my body before, so she must be the woman I have always adored
Friday, September 27, 2013
PERSONAL/LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE ...WILL TODAY BE THE DAY YOU FIND ME
Dear Soul mate,
I don’t know where you are, but I know you exist. I feel you in my heart and I see you in my dreams.
Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around.
You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more.
You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.
When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement.
They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself.
Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and showyou the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful.
There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around.
You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are.
The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever.
Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant.
Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all.
A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face.
In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby.
Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you.
You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon.
You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end.
Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life. Sometimes I gaze up at the stars, and I feel comforted because I know somewhere you are staring upon the same sparkling stars searching for me ….. but yet lost in thoughts of me and the life we will someday share.
Will today be the day you find me?
I don’t know where you are, but I know you exist. I feel you in my heart and I see you in my dreams.
Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around.
You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more.
You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.
When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement.
They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself.
Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and showyou the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful.
There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around.
You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are.
The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever.
Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant.
Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all.
A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face.
In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby.
Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you.
You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon.
You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end.
Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life. Sometimes I gaze up at the stars, and I feel comforted because I know somewhere you are staring upon the same sparkling stars searching for me ….. but yet lost in thoughts of me and the life we will someday share.
Will today be the day you find me?
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