what if?
Dear self:
He was good-looking. He was nice. He bought you nice pretty things. He let you pick out the movies almost EVERY time. He loved Jesus. He held your hand and kissed your head. He left you love notes, and he didn't care when you were too lazy to shave your legs. He even let you pick the music in the car... well most of the time. Most importantly he loved you. Why don't you love him back anymore? Where did the butterflies in your tummy go? What happened to the desire, the excitement, the longing go? Or does that disappear after a while no matter what...? What if love is simply being able to put up with each other? What if you just let go of the only person who will ever really care about you? What if you cannot find better? but what if you can. One thing is for sure: 'settling' is not in your vocabulary. He suck the life out of you. Your dreams were drowning under the weight of having to consider the wants/needs of another person. So you're not remembering what is meant by that? He wanted to marry young. He wanted you close. He thought he could be with you the rest of his life. & you... silly you were changing. PA school in Baton Rouge? Coming home every weeked? What happened to you? So maybe it was selfish. But you want to be a doctor. You want to travel. You want to actually maybe date somebody that you look forward to talking to. Somebody you miss when you're gone. & Someone you can share your dreams with instead of hinder them. So everytime you wonder and everytime you regret... DON'T. Pursuing happiness is not selfish.
Signed Sincerely, Me.
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down, broke his crown, & Jillcame tumbling after. was not worried about Jack anymore. She ran off prior to the accident to chase her dreams...
There's beauty in independence. The opportunities are endless...
I can do whatever I want. & I don't have to answer to anyone
He was good-looking. He was nice. He bought you nice pretty things. He let you pick out the movies almost EVERY time. He loved Jesus. He held your hand and kissed your head. He left you love notes, and he didn't care when you were too lazy to shave your legs. He even let you pick the music in the car... well most of the time. Most importantly he loved you. Why don't you love him back anymore? Where did the butterflies in your tummy go? What happened to the desire, the excitement, the longing go? Or does that disappear after a while no matter what...? What if love is simply being able to put up with each other? What if you just let go of the only person who will ever really care about you? What if you cannot find better? but what if you can. One thing is for sure: 'settling' is not in your vocabulary. He suck the life out of you. Your dreams were drowning under the weight of having to consider the wants/needs of another person. So you're not remembering what is meant by that? He wanted to marry young. He wanted you close. He thought he could be with you the rest of his life. & you... silly you were changing. PA school in Baton Rouge? Coming home every weeked? What happened to you? So maybe it was selfish. But you want to be a doctor. You want to travel. You want to actually maybe date somebody that you look forward to talking to. Somebody you miss when you're gone. & Someone you can share your dreams with instead of hinder them. So everytime you wonder and everytime you regret... DON'T. Pursuing happiness is not selfish.
Signed Sincerely, Me.
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down, broke his crown, & Jill
There's beauty in independence. The opportunities are endless...
I can do whatever I want. & I don't have to answer to anyone
... that is until I find someone that I WANT to answer to!
posted by kristinalynn at
8:18 PM
1 Comments:
should have been:
" signed sincerely,
me, and my friend mattie babb"
i love you! i don't exactly remember that note, but i remember the time! i hope you can make it to my shindig. no hard feelings if you don't, i understand. i miss you so much. i hope you are gonna stick to this blogging thing.
p.s. i am proud of you. so so proud.
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