We fell in love. We lived together, loved each other, fought like animals and broke up. It wasn’t over for me and I wonder if it’s over for him. I love with every part of my being, sometimes trying to fill the void with vices. And for me falling in love is a vice. I recently read an article that discussed falling in love when you’re ready as opposed to when you’re desperate. I’m at fault for the latter. As much as I wish I could apologize to every man or boy I’ve ever hurt because of this, I can’t, because it’s not something I know how to do. I love him though. I have for two years and I feel like I will for twenty more. It hurts more than it makes me happy. Why do we long for compassion so strongly? Why can’t we be happy just being ourselves? Maybe it’s the flaws in us that draws us to others. His flaws fit with mine like peanut butter to jelly. So, will it work out? Is he my Prince Charming? Who the hell knows. But I love him all the same.
I can’t remember how it happened, how it initially felt…why I was drawn to him, you know? Was it his face, his voice, the way he carried himself, the way his eyes twinkled when he looked at me…or maybe it was the way his smile lit up the night like a northern star. Whatever it was, I was hooked. Little did I know, his mind was racing too. He wanted to see me again more than I ever knew. I always wondered- what if? What if we HAD gone out…so we did, and it was magic. People always talk about “sparks” and “flames,” but I never fully understood until I met him. He’s captivating, charming and true…his laugh is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard and the way he looks at me makes my stomach fill with butterflies. It’s a fire, spreading through my whole body, that keeps me on my toes and reminds me that fairy tales can exist- and my Prince Charming was waiting for me at a bar on a hot summer night. He swept me off my feet that first day and I’m fearless now, ready to let him deeper into my heart. I don’t trust easily, like most people, but I would trust him with every part of my being. He kisses me and I feel like my heart could just explode-right there-it’s like I’ve been waiting for that kiss my whole life. It’s perfect. So, how did I get so lucky? Trust me, I ask myself that every single day I wake up. Then I realize, HE makes me lucky. He took this broken girl with bruises, baggage and a faithless mindset and turned her into this- a girl who wakes up smiling every day because he wouldn’t have it any other way. Lady Luck was on my side that night- and she pushed me straight into his arms. Please, never let me go. ❤
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Angela Hutchings (@AH_ForTheRecord) tweeted at 6:03 AM on Tue, Nov 05, 2013:
Calling him nonstop to make sure “he’s ok” while in the bathroom..while outside the door…lurking..#WhyYourRelationshipEnded
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Excellent. Absolutely true and above all, a refreshing reminder that there are still hopeless romantics, alive and well, in this era of “if it’s broke, throw it away.”
Having been married only a year and a half, I’ve recently come to the conclusion that marriage isn’t for me.
Now before you start making assumptions, keep reading.
I met my wife in high school when we were 15 years old. We were friends for ten years until…until we decided no longer wanted to be just friends. 🙂 I strongly recommend that best friends fall in love. Good times will be had by all.
Nevertheless, falling in love with my best friend did not prevent me from having certain fears and anxieties about getting married. The nearer Kim and I approached the decision to marry, the more I was filled with a paralyzing fear. Was I ready? Was I making the right choice? Was Kim the right person to marry? Would she make me happy?
Then, one fateful night, I shared these thoughts and concerns with my dad.
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We don’t have a Morrison song…but we do have soul-crushing eyes that see everything. I’m always told that my eyes are mesmerizing and I’ve got to be honest, I didn’t always rock them like I do now. I wanted blue eyes, I thought green was ordinary. Now, however, I love my emerald eyes. I can safely say they are one of my favorite attributes. Eyes are the gateway to the soul, and I believe that with every part of my being. My eyes are vibrant and piercing much like I consider myself, and how others label me now, as well. They are a part of you that nobody else in this world has. They are unique and special, breaking hearts and ruining lives. Women have made empires crumble, wars break out, men lose their minds and changed the world. How, you may ask. Eyes. How freaking invigorating, right?! So rock out with your hawks out, ladies. Own your eyes, no matter WHAT color. Feel like starting a revolution? Just smile and gaze into a man’s eyes…you never know who will weaken in the knees.