I Dropped a Tear...

"I dropped a tear in the ocean, and whenever they find it I will stop loving you."
__Anonymous__

On Some Beach...

We walk hand in hand with the beach stretching out miles before us. The warm nights air blows back our hair while the cool water nips at our toes. He suddenly stops then uses our linked hand to pull me into his grasp. Staring me in the eyes, the softly spoken "I love you" barely makes it out before he presses his lips against mine. With a jolt of electricity, the kiss works its way around my body causing my heart to skip and my lungs to stop for a split second before I start breathing heavier. I want him forever I think only to be interrupted by another compulsive thought- I need him forever. I press my lips back against his, my True Love, my Amor, my Everything, thinking to myself this is where they belong, this is where I belong. Taking my hand, he leads me to a blanket awaiting our arrival. Sitting there holding each other everything is perfect. we cling to each other not wanting this moment to be over. Watching as the world continues around us, as the tide draws us closer, we watch as the waves crash against the stars.

"Love builds up the broken wall

and strengthens the crooked path.

Love keeps the stars in the firmament

and imposes rhythm on the ocean tides.

Each of us is created of it,

and I suspect,

each of us was created for it."

~Maya Angelou

Two Places Two People...

Two places,

Two people,

One heart-

that beats with a melancholy tune.

It will never stop.

For their love is perpetual and enduring.

Together forever,

The way it was meant to be.

Two places,

Two people,

One heart-

Against the world.

Without You

Without You

The teardrops fall,

Slowly,

one by one.

The world seems so wrong

so cold.

The sound of laughter,

Dies,

quietly inside.

I don't know what it is

anymore.

The beat of two hearts,

Stop,

destroyed by the world.

Why does he have to go

away.

The teardrops fall,

Slowly,

one by one.

The world seems so wrong,

so cold.

I do.

I BooBear take thee My Love to be my lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day onward, for better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, honor, and cherish, until death do us part.

This vow I take now and I will repeat the day I advance down the alter to be greeted with your love. I can not wait to walk down the isle staring forward at you seeing love radiating in your smile and my new future with you laid before me. I dream of spending my forever with you and not one moment short. My love for you grows each and every single day. I will always be there for you, you can count on that like you can count on the sun to rise. I will never leave your side until you ask me to, and even then I will be reluctant. You know true love when you can see the persons faults and love them even more because they are far from perfect. Even though you are not perfect, my love, your faults make you perfect for me. This world is vicious. Like a hungry monster, it tears off pieces of people's humanity and breaks them apart limb by limb. Although a lot of people may believe this is life and life is in its most simple yet complex form- cruel, but love is the answer that stops the ache. Before my life was hell, now this love, this True Love, that I feel makes life worth living. I find myself living with no regrets and looking onward at the new day with a mischievous smile spread across my face. I know that no matter what I do in the end you will always love me even if I make a few (or a lot) of mistakes. You showed me how to live. For that, I am forever grateful and I pray I have showed you what True Love can do.

"Life is making mistakes and Death is wishing you made a whole lot more."

Save Your Heart

She fell to the bottom of her life, this wasn't meant for two

She struggles to find herself in time but she can barely move

Just try and get up, you gotta slowly brush off

I know that words aren't enough but you're better than this.

Save your heart for someone that's worth dying for

Don't give it away

Torn apart, never getting what you've been crying for

It's always the same

She turns the pages everyday just to change the mood

But every chapter reads the same, it's so hard to make it through

Just try and get up, you gotta slowly brush off

I know that words aren't enough but you're better than that

Save your heart for someone that's worth dying for

Don't give it away

Torn apart, never getting what you've been crying for

It's always the same

And you give and you take

And it's love that you want but not love that you make

Save your heart for someone that's worth dying for

Don't give it away

Save your heart for someone who leaves you breathless

and I know that you're scared

Seems like someone said you had it in you

All along, you said you knew this was wrong

But still worth dying for

And you give and you take

And it's love that you want but not love that you make

Save your heart for someone that's worth dying for

Don't give it away, don't give it away

~~~Mayday Parade, Save Your Heart~~~

I love you so much, I always will. I have saved my heart for you. Without you there is no me and most obviously no us. Please never let me know what it is like to be without you. Please Love remember, you ARE worth dying for.

Mika...

I LOVE MIKA!

Grace Kelly

Lollipop

11:11 PM

Patiently and eagerly, I wait for my clock to strike 11:11 PM. Every night that I am lucky enough to look down and see that time, I make the same wish. I wish to be with him. For three years I've sat in this very spot thinking about him every single day. Not a moment passes when the thought of him is not floating around somewhere in my head. My every waking second consists of wonder. I'm constantly thinking about how his skin will feel when it brushes against mine, how his lips will taste as their presence lingers on me, how our life will turn out, etc. Every dream I have (or at least remember) portrays our future together; our first time, our first home, our marriage, our children. After each night i roll over to greet him in the morning with a kiss. Only after the dazed feeling left over from the dream vanishes I realize what was believed to be him was only my pillow pressed against my back. My conscience knows he is not near but the luxury of last night's dream where his lips were pressed tightly against mine makes everything feel so real. I am yet to feel his kiss but somehow the imaginary presence lingers. I cannot think of a way to describe this constant yearning I have for him. Most nights I cry myself asleep, needing him there beside me, and every night, he is not. I have faith that one night, if even that's all I'm allowed to have, he will be there beside me. I know how hard he is working to make this a reality, I know that I'm not the only one who feels this emptiness, and I know I'm not the only one who is tired of sleepless nights and restless days, but each day is becoming harder to bear. At 11:11 PM not only do I wish for him, I wish to know this truth:

"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep

because reality is finally better than your dreams."

~Dr. Seuss

Have you ever thought...?

Have you ever read a book that made you think of how the Heavens and the Universe worked? Or just thought about it one night staring up into the sky? Is it plausible that this life was not our one and only? All these questions I ponder every once in a while. For example, do the Hindus and the Buddhists have is right? Does our karma really effect our dharma in such a way we reincarnate every so many years trying to find the right path? Do we really have a purpose to be on this planet? Are we reincarnated to finish our unfinished business in our past life? Do we have only one soul mate?

If we do reincarnate, why? If we are finding the path to righteousness what is the true definition of being good? The Buddhists believe that life is suffering and in order to decrease the amount of suffering you must rid yourself of all desires. Is it not what all humans desire most to be loved? To feel affection? How can one give those emotions up? What must be done in our life time to affect our karma and overall our dharma? Say we really do reincarnate, is it because we are given one specific task to complete in all of our lifetimes so that in the end we achieve the ultimate afterlife? Is there an afterlife? Or is it an abyss of endless darkness where a soul wanders aimlessly? Does the soul parish with the body as one unit or continue on? These people we encounter as friends, do they too reincarnate along with us? Do we have one true love? Do we try to be in love all these people looking for affection until we [hopefully] discover our long lost soul mate? In each lifetime does the person who is your soul mate find you over and over again (if permitted) so that your love can continue even after this body has faded into the depths of history? Scientists say we only use about 10% of our brain (let's pretend that is not controversial) could that other 90% be a storage of memories our soul carries from body to body?

Thousands of questions race through my mind. Sadly, none can be answered but it is entertaining to think about. Love, what is your opinion? Two more questions:
If everything is contained in something.... what contains the universe? As in what is beyond the universe?

and...

What is the reason for the beginning of the universe if everything happens for a reason?

My Addiction

Addicted to:
His voice
His smile
His face
His neediness
His compassion
His love
His everything...I'm addicted to him.

Over these years I've become addicted to him. He is what drives me every single morning. His essence is all I need to push forward. The days that hardly seem bearable, he's been there, he always has been and always will be. Men come my direction more often then not and I'm not going to lie sometimes I'm a little more than curious, however, this love that Texas and I share overcome any thoughts. I have chose him and I will always choose him. Those nights when he is gone, I hardly sleep, I toss and turn, kick and squirm, but the nights he's there are the nights I don't move at all. Everything is perfect with him even if he himself is not perfect. I don't want him to be either. His flaws are part of what makes me love him. Love isn't finding the person who is perfect. The person with the perfect hair, body, smile, or even the most perfect life. True love is when you see these imperfect parts of them but love them just the same. This love is unconditional; Forever and Always.