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in transition
Today, I decided to stop being miserable. I know it’s really not as simple as making a decision to feel one way or the other. The reasons for my unhappiness still exist, they’re still very real. But I can do something about it, and only I can make it better.
I start today.
1 month ago - 
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I normally wouldn’t brag about this kind of thing so publicly, only privately to my friends. But I just can’t keep this to myself. My boyfriend is an amazing, loving, caring person, and I love him so very much. Five thousand miles will never change that.
Have you seen her walk?
How she glides across rooms and seems to brighten the darkest days with her mere presence?
Have you seen the silly grin, and the wrinkle in her nose when she laughs?
Have you heard her giggle, or even scoff at a silly moment?What about when she speaks? With the eloquence and chutzpah of twice her age, I could listen to the words as they float from her mouth and into the pallet of my ears for weeks on end. Always sweet, yet serious. Never rude or hurtful, just loving, yet honest. Inspiring, as well as hopeful. Possessive, but not controlling.
Have you seen how she says good morning with anticipation for the day? Yet speaks goodnight to me with comfort and solace as we shall retire to dream next to one another.
Have you ever seen her love? Have you seen what she looks like when she’s tucked close into my body, her head nestled safely in the crook of my arm? Have you ever seen such depth, and wonder and curiosity in those beautiful, dark chestnut eyes? Have you ever whispered goodnight and tried staying awake only to watch her dream?
Have you ever felt such promise, and security in the weight of her kiss, have you ever felt her spirit flow throughout her body as it flows through mine?
Probably not. Most definitely not.But you know what, I have. I am in love with my best friend, and people, no amount of money could ever provide what I feel with this woman. She’s the one sure thing I have in my life, and my love for her grows with every second, of every minute, of every day.
It is absolutely beautiful.
I hope this made your day as much as it makes mine to write this. Te amo mucho Jacqueline.
the long distance heart: 11:38:56
Why is it that most often, the most beautiful things we perceive in life are also intangible? I ask because though I’ve seen the snow capped peaks of the Rockies, the waves of the Puget Sound, and the setting sun filtering through autumn leaves, it is only a brief glimpse of what beauty truly is….
3 months ago - 2
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Minutes away or miles apart, you are always in my heart. @chrstn_smth
let me tell you how I love you
I would, but, the thing is, I really can’t.
This feeling, this thing labeled “love,” is one of those things that is mysterious and unknown until experienced. One can have knowledge of it, but one does not truly understand it until she know how it feels.
So, my dear, I would love to tell you how I love you, but I can’t really put it into words.
I’ll show you instead.
(P.S.: I owe you a more detailed description, which I will gladly procure once I have properly expanded my consciousness and had the proper amount of time to deliberate on the situation.)
I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.
John Green (via fakeville)
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excerpts from letters never sent
…This one’s for the one I love, wherever you may be…
…I miss making love to you. I say “make love” because I do love you. I think. I just haven’t told you yet. I need to tell myself first. My heart must convince my head. Perhaps it never will…
…I lay still, imagining that I’m watching your chest rise and fall. I bury my face into a pillow, wishing I was burying it into your chest, listening to the steady rhythm within. I can’t bear the thought of falling asleep to the beat of any other heart…
…I would’ve gone to the ends of the earth for you, but you were never there to catch me if I fell off the edge. Ours is not a love lost, but a love never found…
…Today, I move on. Not because I want to, but because you can’t wait for something that isn’t there anymore. Perhaps it never really was. Or, if it did once exist, it’s not going to return.
But you can still stop be from boarding that plane to Nashville.
(In fact, I hope you do.)
