July 11, 2013

• Until we meet again

  

  **ANNOUNCEMENT** I am happy to announce that I will be doing a GIVEAWAY! 2 lucky Twitter followers will win either a $50 Target giftcard, or a $50 Forever 21 giftcard. The giftcards will be given away 7 days from now (July 17th at 11:00pm CST). Follow me on Twitter to be eligible to win. On the 17th, I will compile a list of my Twitter followers and have the computer randomly generate two followers to win the prizes. The first name drawn will win the Target giftcard. The second name drawn will win the Forever 21 giftcard. Thank you so much to each and every one of my supporters. It means the absolute world to me, so this is my Thank You. I only wish I could give each of you something..cheers!

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  It’s always the last days of summer and I’ve been left out in the cold with no door to get back in. I’ll grant you I’ve had more than my share of poignant moments. Life passes most people by when they’re busy making grand plans for it. Throughout my lifetime I’ve left pieces of my heart here and there. And now, there’s almost barely enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent.

  

  Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.

  

  You were polite and patient and more mature than any guy I’d dated before. And when we were together, you listened in a way that made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. You made me feel complete and spending time with you just seemed right.

  

  You don’t love someone because they’re perfect, you love them in spit of the fact that they’re not.

  

  Unfortunately, there’s no test of compatibility to see how couples will survive together, despite what they say on those online dating sites. There’s always a risk when you agree to spend the rest of your life with someone.

  

  Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.

  

  Does he treat you with respect at all times? That’s the first question. The second question is, if he is the exact same person twenty years from now that he is toay, would you still want to marry him? And finally, does he inspire to be a better person? You find someone you can answer yes to all three, then you’ve found a good man.

  

  People come into your life for a reason. They might not know it themselves, why. You might not know it. But there’s a reson. There has to be.

  

  People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master.

  

  I guess it’s just hard talking to you when you were once my everything. I depended on you & you let me down. It’s hard to talk to you when every time we do, I feel mad at you. I guess we’ll just have to see where life takes us. Maybe we’re meant to never talk again, maybe we’re meant to be friends, or maybe we’re meant to be together. We’ll just have to wait and see.

  

  Some women choose to follow men, and some women choose to follow their dreams. If you’re wondering which way to go, remember that your career will never wake up and tell you that it doesn’t love you anymore.

  

  As an introvert, you can be your own best friend or your worst enemy. The good news is we generally like our own company, a quality that extroerts often envy. We find comfort in solitude and know how to soothe ourselves. Even our willingness to look at ourselves critically is often helpful.

  

  Luxury has never appealed to me. I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.

  

  There’s a story behind everything. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begins.

  

  So while it seemed like you were seeing everything, you really weren’t. Just bits and pieces that looked like a whole.

  

  Today’s the day my life begins. All my life I’ve been just me. Just a smart mouth kid. Today I become a man. Today I become a husband. Today I become accountable to someone other than myself. Today I become accountable to you. To our future. To all the possibilities that a marriage has to offer. Together, no matter what happens, I’ll be ready. For anything. For everything. To take on life, to take on love. To take on possibility and responsibility. Today Izzie Stevens, our life together begins. And I for one can’t wait.

  

  Fresh starts. Thanks to the calendar, they happen every year; just set your watch to January. Our reward for surviving the holiday season is a new year. Bringing on the great tradition of New Years resolutions. Put your past behind you and start over. It’s hard to resist the chance of a new beginning, a chance to put the problems of last year to bed.

  

  Those who kill time are the ones that waste life. Never take a single second for granted because you’re never going to be able to go back in time and get that second, minute, hour, day, or even year back. Once it’s passed, it’s never coming back.

  

  Sometimes I wonder if there’s something wrong with me. Perhaps I’ve spent too long in the company of my literary romantic heroes, and consequently my ideals and expectations are far too high.

  

  Death does not simply end life. It steals away the sunsets you’ll never see, the children you’ll never hold, the wife you’ll never love. It’s frightening to almost lose your future, and it’s heartbreaking to witness death snuff out other people’s tomorrows.

  

  Unhappy memories are persistent. They’re specific, and it’s the details that refuse to leave us alone. Though a happy memory may stay with you just as long as one that makes you miserable, what you remember softens over time. What you recall is simply that you were happy, not necessarily the individual moments that brought about your joy. But the memory of something painful does just the opposite. It retains its original shape, all bony fingers and pointy elbows. Every time it returns, you get a quick poke in the eye or jab in the stomach. The memory of being unhappy has the power to hurt us long after the fact. We feel the injury anew each and every time we think of it.

  

  The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.

  

  I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.

  

  Experience had taught me that even the most precious memories fade with the passage of time.

  

  It’s a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know.

  

  I used to constantly look for people to replace you. Someone to talk to everyday, someone to trust, someone to believe in, someone to love, someone to have the time of my life with. I stopped though. I learned some people really can’t be replaced.

  

  If you are going to fall in love with me, it’s only fair that you know what you are falling in love with. You are falling in love with my insecurities, and my obsession with trying to figure out what everyone thinks of me. You are falling in love with my immaturity, my constant need to feel loved and appreciated, my overactive tear ducts, my internet obsession, my tendency to be too clingy. You fall in love with me, you fall in love with my self-hate and all my imperfections and my perception that nobody could ever love. But, you are also falling in love with the way my eyes will smile when I’m with you, the way I’ll text you in the mornings just telling you I hope you have a great day. You’re falling in love with the occasionally humorous and/or thought-provoking things I say, and the way I blush when people ask me about you. But to me, the most important thing will be that you are falling in love with me, despite my thinking that is impossible.

  

  And no relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater. But, the love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And that’s the key. It’s like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot.

  

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