What an accident-prone genius I am.
When you fall in love, how do you know?
I keep telling myself you just know. You just know.
But what if it’s what we want it to feel like? What if it’s a guess more than a just right? A self-projected image that I want to believe so bad; a feeling that transcends my patience? Or what if we’ve overshot it and we’re looking for something that doesn’t exist? What if we’re just asking for too much and we’ll never find it? Are we just stuck in some kind of limbo? How does it feel? Does her touch feel different? Is her hair any softer? Does she smile any wider? Or maybe she laughs a little differently? Is it a moment of impact like damn I’m in love or is it a subtle kick in the figurative shin? How do you know when you’ve fallen in love and you can’t get up like the lady in the LifeAlert commercials? Where’s your button to press when you need help because you’ve figured out that love is more than an emotion but also a coagulation of time and work and fights and work and effort and work?
I asked and asked. And they just told me you just know.
You just know.
Maybe one day you’ll become proud of the person I’ll become. Maybe one day this journey will be worth it. Maybe one day I won’t need to scream or cry or mope because you made me all the better. Maybe the life I imagine will finally be the life that I live. Maybe one day, you’ll grow sick of me. Maybe one day we’ll be only friends. Or maybe one day we’ll get married.
You’re important to me, in ways so profound I’ve yet to fully realize the potential of your influence; the way you seem to seep into the tiny cracks of my skin and the way you embody the panacea of my ailments; the way your words seem to infect my world around me, painting the walls with your imageristic novelties, convoluting my world, ironically, in a way that finally makes sense.
I don’t know why you came into my life, but of all the people I surround myself with, you’ve got the best of me, while everyone else struggles with the version that complacently takes any and all abuse. You can’t do it they said. You won’t amount to anything they said. But you have the version of me that wants to fight back. You don’t know that I said. I’ll make it I said. And I amazed that you want this for me too. In return, I want to be the guy that grows with you, and not away from you.
I’m going to get to where I want and on my own terms. When the time is right, I’ll leave the nest, departing a world that has not only shaped my desires, but forced me to want something different. So when I come back, I hope I’ll lead a different life; one of opportunity and excitement. And I hope you’ll be there with me. Thank you for opening my eyes again. I want to tell you that your patience is kind.
You once told me that you can’t change your circumstances, only how you view them. And so this is how I choose to view what was given to me.
Sometimes beautiful things come into our lives out of nowhere. We can’t always understand them, but we have to trust in them. I want to question everything, but you’ve shown me that it pays to have a little faith.
Thank you for coming into my life.
People look at this as if it’s held up with effortless chemistry that somehow transcends time and the impossible. What they don’t know is that the main component within this beautiful attraction is the most unconditional patience I have yet to experience in this age. It brings every quarrel and every misunderstanding to a stage that seems entirely timeless in itself. We are together not solely because of romance and love, but because we are willing to hand out our patience with white hands and soothing lips. We treat every new day without the tiniest reverence of the blood-shed battles of yesterday. Instead, each day is a new page turned, white, solid, and completely untainted by paint-splattered mistakes. This is what keeps my heart racing and my mind at ease, every single day.
- Keep him reassured that no matter what you go through, you will always love him, support him, and survive through even the worst of fights.
- Don’t make promises you can’t keep.
- When you fight with him, don’t be afraid to fight back and speak your mind. Guys like an independent woman.
- Always compromise. Never leave a problem unsolved.
- Don’t bring up anyone’s past history. Boys are jealous creatures.
- When you’re out on a date with him, pay for him sometimes. Switch on and off. Don’t do it too often though or he’ll feel emasculated.
- Shop for him, especially if you know his style.
- When he gets home from work or school or whatever, give him at least 30 minutes by himself to unwind from the stresses of the day.
- Don’t nag. He already has a mom.
- When you’re out and you know guys are checking you out, grab his arm or hand, and let him show you off to the world. You’re his woman. He’s proud of that.
In the catholic ghetto, born and raised
At the playground is where I bullied most of the gays
Relaxin chillaxin communion all cool
Oppressing some minorities outside the school
When a couple of gays who were up to no good started making out in my friendly white neighborhood
I burned one little cross and the blacks got scared
And said “You’ll never be in the White House as long as we breathe air”
Yes and no.
Yes, I agree that we’re cute together. LOL.
But no, no relationship goes on without a bit of trouble. We might seem like the perfect couple but we’re so far from that. We fight and yell and cry at each other, but at the end of the day, we’re together because we try. I see so many relationships end because problems never get fixed. People apologize for fighting and for starting it, but there’s always a want and a fight against that want. And while some apologize for the fight, nothing actually gets fixed. The key to our success, I think, is that Arimi and I both have the mindset where we know that we need to fix things as soon as there’s a problem. We work hard to compromise and to give each other what we need the most.
Nothing comes to you easily. You always have to fight and fight and fight for it.
- Brain: Oh I'm so stuffed from dinner.
- Stomach: Eat more.
- Brain: But I'm so fu-
- Stomach: Eat more.
- Brain: Okay.
- Dad: Don't play with your peas! Eat your mashed potatoes!
- Mom: Oh honey, a "B" in AP Calculus? Let's celebrate with some Monopoly!
- Dad: I will pay you 50 bucks for every B you get!
- Mom: Mmm, I just love these ethnic noodles! Yuckysoba is so good!
- Dad: Son, will you mow the grass with this tractor?
- Mom: Do you guys need anything? A condom? Birth control? I just love being the fun mom!
- Dad: Here son, use this fork to eat your chow mein!
- Mom: Here son, here is your dinner all on one plate in equally sized portions!
Everyone has some control over their lives.
- Some people: "Hey, dude! 4/20, let's go get high on dope!"
- Other people : "KONY 2012! Cover the Night!"
- Me: Holy crap, look! ALT + the reblog button is some magical sorcery.
- Parents: Why are you so lazy? All you do is sit at your computer!
- Me: Can I go out?
- Parents: No, focus on school.
- Parents: How are you going to pay for college? We're not made of money.
- Me: Can I get a job?
- Parents: No, focus on school.
Thank you! She is quite a blessing.
Not anymore. I will check out your blog if you ask nicely though!
How do you tell someone you love them;
and without limitation.
But all the while yearning to be with someone better;
a better mind,
a better body,
a better soul,
and without hesitation.
LOL thank you so much. Yes, she has changed my perspective a whole lot.
Haha I’ve been told
Why is marriage so important to you?
Just let time heal your wounds.