To love and feel something... Is that so wrong? I want wake up the next morning knowing that that's where I'm supposed to be. Knowing that it's where I belong
To me, love is a feeling of magic. A feeling that is rare that comes every so often. I do not take that word or feeling lightly, therefore I tread carefully. To love often is not love, but rather an infatuation or a reassurance of self. A justification of some sort.
To love is knowing that you belong there. That you're opening your eyes to your best friend. That your soul is home where their home is.
That to me, is an extraordinary love.
Sunday, September 25, 2016
To love and feel something... Is that so wrong? I want wake up the next morning knowing that that's where I'm supposed to be. Knowing that it's where I belong
To me, love is a feeling of magic. A feeling that is rare that comes every so often. I do not take that would do or feeling lightly, therefore I tried carefully. To love often is not love, but rather an infatuation or a reassurance of self. A justification of some sort.
To love is knowing that you belong there. That you're opening your eyes to your best friend. That your soul is home where their home is.
That to me, is an extraordinary love.
To me, love is a feeling of magic. A feeling that is rare that comes every so often. I do not take that would do or feeling lightly, therefore I tried carefully. To love often is not love, but rather an infatuation or a reassurance of self. A justification of some sort.
To love is knowing that you belong there. That you're opening your eyes to your best friend. That your soul is home where their home is.
That to me, is an extraordinary love.
Saturday, January 2, 2016
2015
Dear 2015,
You've been all sorts of things to me. You've been my best friend, my enemy. You've been been my teacher and also at times, my bitch. You've taught me the biggest lessons I've ever had the privilege of learning in my life thus far. You've taught me how to be strong, selfless, understanding and what it is to have good character.
With you, I've suffered a lot of hurt. But, with hurt came compassion. I lost two great loves in my life with you. The first being my father, which happened over the summer. The second being me, which happened over the course of losing my father. Once I lost me, I lost it all. I lost you, 2015. I forgot who I was and once I forgot, I had no direction. No hope and no spirit... it was gone. How I wish i can capture back those months of haziness. Months of self pitty and sorrow. Months of being pathetic and loss of self worth.
It wasn't until recently until I slowly started to rediscover myself. I slowly started emerging back to life, back to the surface and back to basics with the ending of you, 2015.
So to you, I say thank you. Thank you for all that you've taken from me. Thank you for all that you've given me. I am forever indebted to you for making my life amazing with everlasting memories that in which cannot be replaced. For the people that you've thrown and taken out of my life for the good and for the better. For the fun and excitement with the people I've come to love most and hold dearly to my heart. For all the pain you've caused and for allowing me to hit what I call, a solid rock bottom. Without you, I would not be me. Thank you for building me.
With that, I bid you farewell 2015, with a sweet goodbye and a kiss to follow. I now welcome you, 2016.
Love Always,
Helen B.
You've been all sorts of things to me. You've been my best friend, my enemy. You've been been my teacher and also at times, my bitch. You've taught me the biggest lessons I've ever had the privilege of learning in my life thus far. You've taught me how to be strong, selfless, understanding and what it is to have good character.
With you, I've suffered a lot of hurt. But, with hurt came compassion. I lost two great loves in my life with you. The first being my father, which happened over the summer. The second being me, which happened over the course of losing my father. Once I lost me, I lost it all. I lost you, 2015. I forgot who I was and once I forgot, I had no direction. No hope and no spirit... it was gone. How I wish i can capture back those months of haziness. Months of self pitty and sorrow. Months of being pathetic and loss of self worth.
It wasn't until recently until I slowly started to rediscover myself. I slowly started emerging back to life, back to the surface and back to basics with the ending of you, 2015.
So to you, I say thank you. Thank you for all that you've taken from me. Thank you for all that you've given me. I am forever indebted to you for making my life amazing with everlasting memories that in which cannot be replaced. For the people that you've thrown and taken out of my life for the good and for the better. For the fun and excitement with the people I've come to love most and hold dearly to my heart. For all the pain you've caused and for allowing me to hit what I call, a solid rock bottom. Without you, I would not be me. Thank you for building me.
With that, I bid you farewell 2015, with a sweet goodbye and a kiss to follow. I now welcome you, 2016.
Love Always,
Helen B.
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