Category Archive
The following is a list of all entries from the Loving category.
Bliss
Bliss is when one kiss makes your heart race and your fingertips tingle.
Bliss is when being in his arms is enough
to make you sigh, close your eyes and smile like a fool.
Bliss is when you can lay next to him saying nothing until your breath
slows, you eyes close, and the two of you drift into a sweet, peaceful sleep.
Bliss is when the look in his eyes says so much more than any words can.
Bliss is when you fall for him even more with every touch of his hand, every kiss, and every amazing moment spent with him.
Bliss is sweet, honest, care-free, naive teenage love.
-Stupid Girl
Letter to B
I’ve been wantign to sit down and write this for awhile. But, I could never find the point. Why should I pour my heart out in a letter that you’ll probably never read, and if you do, all you’ll see is a page of lies?
I want to be honest with you about everything; I want to come clean about everything, but with so many lies between us how are you supposed to know what’s true?
I see you in the hall and you just look straight ahead, avoiding me. And somehow that determined set in you jaw gives me a bit comfort. Becasue you looking straight ahead, avoiding my eyes, means that you did see me; you still noticed.
It’s hard to tell exactly when I went from being the girl you feel in love with to the girl you now, probably, hate. I’d like to tell you taht I didn’t know I was changing for the worst or that I tried to stop it. But, we both know thats not trues, and I’m committing to the whole honesty things now. Not only that, but we both saw the destructive path I’d stumbled onto. You tried to save me; I know you did. But how do you save someone from themself if they don’t want to be saved? All I can do now is say thanks for trying, and tell you that I don’t blame you for giving up on me.
I keep trying to think of how I want to say what I’m going to tell you next, but all I can think of are cliches. I don’t want to say ‘have a nice life’ or ‘I hope you’re happier now’. I want to use my own words, and I want it to sound sincere, because it is sincere.
I could tell you that I love and that I will always love you in some way, because you are my first love, and it would be the most truthful statement of my life. But, you wouldn’t believe a word of it.
I am so sorry for everything. Simple words for all the shit I’ve pulled over the last few months, but that’s all I can say. There’s nothing I can do to right what I’ve done. I can’t take it all back, no matter how much I want to.
You’ve walked out of my life, maybe forever, and I hope that when I tell you I’ll miss you, you believe it. But, I have to let you go, and I have to move on. Whether I’m moving on for good or just for now, is still the biggest question in my mind. But, I won’t ask you. I can’t.
Last night we talked alot more than we have in long time, and even today you didn’t ignore my texts. I wish I could talk to you in person, but you’ve asked me not to.
There are so many things I want to say to you, and there are so many questions going through my mind. I don’t say it all, but I still say too much. I’ve asked a few questions, but mostly only the ones I already know the answers to.
One question. That’s it. I’ve only asked one question in the last few days that I had no idea what the anwer would be. There were things that made me think it could be either answer. So, I sucked it up, I asked, and you said…you don’t know. I’ll ask when the answer is more clear.
Last ngiht I didn’t ask you if you still love me. I’d already assumed that you don’t. So, I asked you to just go ahead and say it, so I can just accept it. I thought, it would just be you confirming what I was so sure was true. Now, I know better. I know that part of me was holding onto some hope that you would say you do still care. The smarter part of me, knew you’d say you don’t.
Maybe, now I’ll be able to move on. I’ll have to let go. I thought I’d already let go; I told myself I had no right to still hold on after everything that I’ve done to you. But, now I know I was still holding on tight; I think I still am and will for awhile.
When, I see you, it hurts. You look so angry and so hurt and just unhappy most of the time. And, I know that that’s because of me. Sometimes I see you smile, though, and I see you laugh. And, I hope that you’re not just putting on an act this time, like I’ve seen you do before. I hope that you really are happy now. Because, I don’t want you stay unhappy because of what I did.
I love you, and always will in some way. Good-bye.
Loving and Being Loved
“When you say ‘I love you’, its not because I want you or because I can’t have you. Its nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are.” -Anonymous
Too young to love?? I don’t think so.
Too young to know exactly what that means?? Maybe.
Too young to be in love?? Probably.
Too young to know that there are many different kinds of love?? Never
Loving is scary. I’ve loved and I’ve been hurt.
I’ve pushed away some of the best people I’ve ever known because they loved me and because I loved them. I didn’t want to get hurt again. When, you let yourself love, you open yourself to someone else. And that scares the hell out of me. It’s easier to be hurt by someone that you love. When, you get hurt by someone that you love it hurts worse. If you don’t let people get close, you don’t get hurt. But, it’s awful lonely.
I don’t want to fall in love, but I’ve already stumbled. Maybe, I’ll catch myself before I fall. Or, maybe I’ll let him catch me. He’s amazing and I adore him. He’s too good for me.
