people brake up all the time…we are not an exception
relationships are the most complicated and fragile parts of our lifes
:P
(Source: tropicalwhores, via tanlines-and-tie-dye)
letting you go..
But I’m letting you go now.
I don’t need you there anymore.
I don’t think you ever needed me.
I can stand on my own now and say goodnight to myself.
I can write to myself and smile to myself and be sad to myself.
I’m letting you go because that’s what you taught me to do.
It’s still you, and will always be you, somewhere deep down there,
even when I imagine someone else’s touch upon my cheek.
I’m letting you go.
only you
There were times when my head was filled with only thoughts of you.
When my heart was overwhelmed with emotions meant only for you.
In the darkness I’d close my eyes and whisper my goodnight to you almost every night, without a miss.
When I went online it was you I searched for.
You I wanted to share my day with.
Only you.
Before the dawn would break and I woke up suddenly,
the chill disturbing my dreams,
it was you that first came to mind.
It was you that entered even my dreams.
The touch I imagined upon my cheek, your hands on my face.
That touch was yours.
“My Someone” was what I called it.
I said I never gave it a name, it was an idea.
I lied.
It was always you.
You were my someone.
You were that one.
the price of happiness
We poor, simple humans, caught up in our mundane pursuit of happiness, too often forget what really keeps us going when we aren’t having that very moment. We speak of the love of our pets, our children, of random special persons we meet in everyday life, but then the moment is gone and we’re back to fighting traffic, paying the bills, worrying about the stability of our jobs.
We meet “the one”, and we think this is it and our lives are changed forever. But it isn’t. Even if your love life is reasonably good, all the other stuff takes over far more often than that flush of romance. It eventually ends up leaving people confused and empty, wondering… Is this all? For many, it can even lead to the kind of depression that threatens one’s life.
Short answer, because romance isn’t love. We may feel love for our spouses and partners, but we confuse that love with sexual attraction. Pheromones can sometimes speak louder than hearts, but that’s not the heart’s fault. Sex and love are closely related, one being a physical expression and the other being either emotional or spiritual, but they aren’t the same.
Love is, in short, an appreciation of another being outside yourself. It is compassion, it is connection of some type beyond mere physical encounter. You meet your potential partner and there’s a meeting of minds, eventually of hearts. The sexual attraction was there from the start or grew on you, but even it becomes irrelevant in the face of this bigger connection. You get flushed, nervous or giddy. You then get serious, intense, and respectful. You decide it’s a match made in heaven, get seriously involved and intimate, learn each other’s secrets, and make a relationship out of it. Woo! Romance!
But is it the one true love? No. Sorry to break it to you. Believe it or not, there’s something bigger. And you may even have it with your partner and know it (or not), but in the true reality, not this silly physical mindset we’ve adopted for fun, there is no one true love. There is only unconditional love.
There is a price to be paid, however. We must surrender our self-righteous attitudes. We must give up enough of our pride and egos to remember that we are not the only ones with a right to be. We must recognize and respect our brothers. It’s a hefty price, admittedly, but the reward is bigger. To know you are loved for your very self, to know that you need not carry the burden hatred carries with it, to allow real love, the love of family into your everyday life and not just your home, that’s precious.
You are my brothers, my sisters. We may disagree, but I cannot help but love you.
If happiness could be brought, few of us could pay the price.
let me tell you my flaws..
Whenever I find myself caring about someone, I feel the need to tell them my flaws. The more I value them, the more things I tell them.
I go into personality quirks, past mistakes, my big bag of issues. Usually they receive this information either in a big list, or I sit them down and just spew words.
The reason behind this is because I believe in letting people know what they are getting into. Good surprises and mysteries are fun, but the bad ones can really suck.
There are some things we know we can, and can’t deal with.
I just want them to know what may exist.
I fear being accused of trying to hide things.
I fear being walked away from by those I love and trust.
I also respect someone enough to inform them of the whole truth.
This method has it’s setbacks, but I feel if someone is going to walk away from me because of one of my flaws, I’d rather have it be before I really fall for them.
It prevents being hurt, just a tad on both sides.
Those who seem to think I am exaggerating, or that it doesn’t matter I tend to walk away from. It shows they don’t trust my perspective, or what I am saying.
Those who listen, and give me some feedback, and take what I say into consideration, well those are the kind of people I try to surround myself with.
Goodbye
You said we’d be friends forever,
that you’d always love me,
that I was special to you. Then everything changes.
Your embrace is gone.Your face no longer there.
I remember the scent of your hair of strawberries and melon the way it flowed in the sunlight.
But now you’re gone leaving me alone, and broken.
Without you.
You said you loved me, you said you’d always be there. So why are you leaving?
You said our friendship was forever.
I gave you my heart, why must you hurt me?
I loved you as I could none other.
My heart, my body, my soul were yours for the taking.
Yet you push away, you change as quickly as the wind.
I will always love you.
Your beautiful body, your incredible mind, your kindness.
I will always miss you.
I wish only that you would stay, be with me forever, love me like you once said.
But as that cannot be if you must leave then please, always remember me.
For I will love you till the day I die.
I wish just wish you wouldn’t say…
Goodbye.
