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L-O-V-E
He told me he loved me.
He said “I hope you know that I do love you” “I have for months”
God I love him.
And it feels so good to say it! I love him!
i am so jealous of this man
Wanderlust, wonderlust
I want to go somewhere, anywhere.
I want to explore.
I want to live in a country not my own.
I want to call somewhere home that it so unlike anything I’ve seen before.
I want to travel.
I want to go.
someone who matters
Every summer my family goes to a lake house the last weekend of July. Because of college and work and weddings I haven’t been in several years.
Four years ago today, I met with my high school boyfriend at the park beside an old elementary school right before my family left. He cried as he told me he didn’t think we could be together anymore. We had been together almost a year. The day before he had left a rose on my car- just because.
I thought I was loosing so much. Looking back, I was crazy.
Going to the lake that year really helped me see I wasn’t really losing anything by losing him. I promised myself the next guy I was with would really, really matter. I wouldn’t waste that much of my life with someone again, just to have it all end in a 20 minute out-of-the-blue conversation at the park.
This year my boyfriend is going with my family and I at the lake. We’ve been together almost a year. Though I would survive without him if it happened, I know we won’t end in a 20 minute conversation. He matters. so much. And he it isn’t just my boyfriend going with me. He is family.
So all you girls out there thinking you’ve just lost so much. You didn’t. Just wait, life will suprise you with someone who matters.
doubt
the hardest part is when i’m not with him. cause thats when the doubts come.
but how much of the doubts are worth listening to? And which are only worth ignoring?
How do you know when someone is right for you?
A year ago today was our first date. We looked at pictures from China, you took me to dinner even though you’d already eaten once. And we went on a walk.
We didn’t hold hands, didn’t touch. You didn’t even kiss me.
But you asked me questions. And you listened, really listened. Like I had always wanted someone to. And we laughed. And I smiled from the time you left… until now.
It was perfect. A year: hundreds of dates, goodnights, and please let him kiss me’s later. And I still think it was perfect.
unoriginal: adj. lacking originality; trite.
Do you ever have moments where you feel completely unoriginal? Like there is nothing you could write or sing or capture that someone could do better?
Its one of the few things I get low about. I have all this creativity, and no where to let it out. I want people to see it and feel it, but I don’t want to look foolish… and unoriginal.
An adjective that undoubtably describes me, that I cant seem to get beyond.
Do you ever feel unoriginal? How do you deal with it?
“I never confused what I had with what I was.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer
My mom and I had a argument this weekend. To you, this may seem common, but my mom and I never aruge.
We walked into a winery, and I said something along the lines of this is so beautiful I wonder if you can get married here. The second we were alone in the car she stated several times that ”I need to wait to get married” “not do what all my friends were doing” “enjoy being young.”
I have no desire to get married right now. Um hello mom I’m scared of commitment, so that whole left hand ring is not happening to me anytime soon.
She thinks I cannot be independent and be with a man. What she doesn’t understand is I have never once confused what I have with my wonderful boyfriend for who I am. I know who I am, with or without him.
