Sweep Me Off My Feet

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You hear about it in movies, in books…maybe even in those mega cheesy perfume commercials, but did you know that there are still men out there that can really do it. At first we were strictly platonic- just a couple friends driving back and forth from work. Then one day, while telling a story, he grabbed my hand…and it lingered. My heart skipped a couple beats, I could feel my blood beginning to rush and I went home only to realize that this man hadn’t only grabbed my hand, he’d grabbed my heart along with it. The rest was a whirlwind, this unbelievable rush that even I couldn’t get a hold on. He consumed every part of me. He knew my past and grew to respect me for the woman I became because of it. I learned about him- how he rose from the ashes and became the man of my dreams in the process. Our first kiss was magic, sparks could have flown and I wouldn’t have even noticed because all I could see were his eyes, those beautiful eyes, staring back into mine. He makes me feel like nothing can touch me, like no one can hurt me- his love is what gives me hope that yesterday can be forgotten and the future will exceed our expectations. He swept me away in a way that no one ever has before. His heart, his smile, his touch, the way he laughs at my laugh, the way he looks at me while I get ready in the morning, the way his neck smells when I lay across his chest. I could go on for hours and hours about all the things I fell in love with, but in the end, I just know that God put him in my path for a reason. Sometimes I wonder what he sees in me, I’m not the prettiest, the smartest, the most talented, the funniest…but he makes me feel loved, like no one has ever loved me before. I wish I could make him realize the impact he’s had on my life, he took a broken girl and made her whole. He fell for someone with a world of problems but only saw the solutions that I couldn’t. He’s mine, and I’m his. And nothing has ever made me happier.

Never Let Me Go…

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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. ❤

Green-Eyed Girls

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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.