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“There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that’s just fabulous.” — Carrie Bradshaw - Sex and the City (via awell-mademistake)
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Fear not despaired heart There was a man for whom I deeply cared, He left me discouraged, wounded, despaired. My attraction grew when ever he spoke, I longed to stay beside him each day as he woke. His words were so eloquent and divine. I pine, I yearn for when he would once more be mine. My soul aches and my limbs trembled for his touch. Can he still not see why I feel this much? Beliefs we shared, are to joy, its true gate, His heart was filled without an ounce of hate. Courage to give me hope each day we’d meet. To give strength must be a tedious feat. His simple gestures to make me smile, Lightens my steps so for him, I’d run miles. Will his heart bestow upon my heart another chance? I came to him with love and affection, But to venture once more as lovers, might damage our friendship. The gift of love was bright and gleaming, Though I knew his eyes would not deceive me. “Time,” said softly he, “would your wounds repair” Farewell my love, I bid my friend adieu; My love stays, to him my heart stands true.
“This is a quote from the book “Sex God” by Rob Bell. Someone sent it to me and it sent shivers up spine.
I thought you might enjoy….”
[“You don’t need a man by your side to validate you as a woman. You already are loved and valued. You’re good enough exactly as you are. Do you believe this? Because it’s true. You have limitless worth and value. If you embrace this truth, it will affect every area of life, especially your relationship with men.
You are worth dying for.
Your worth does not come from your body, your mind, your work, what you produce, what you put out, how much money you make. Your worth does not come from whether or not you have a man. Your worth does not come from whether or not men notice you. You have inestimable worth that comes from your creator.
You will continue to be tempted in a thousand different ways not to believe this. The temptation will be to go searching for your worth and validity from places other than your creator.
Especially from men.
But you don’t have to give yourself away to earn a man’s love. You’re better than that. You’re already loved…
Your strength is a beautiful thing. And when you live in it, when you carry yourself with the honor and dignity that are yours, it forces the men around you to relate to you on more than just a flesh level.
You are worth dying for.”]
I left a letter somewhat resembling one from that of “Dear Jane”, for a friend to find on her laptop when she awoke that day…
“Ode to a taco supreme”
Dear friend,
I don’t want to seem mean or disturbing in any way, but I have some news….
You are a wonderful friend and I would never do anything to harm you, and in immense guilt I must relinquish onto you this confession…
I ATE YOUR TACO SUPREME….
I am ashamed… but I have justification to my behavior….
You abandoned said taco supreme and left it to fend for itself in the wild safari of your coffee table….
Strewn about carelessly amongst mountains of disheveled clothing and and bags of books…
With the constant glare of the tv at its back as it journeyed to find a better taco supreme home…
Granted it was neatly folded into a paper wrapper, and in a plastic bag….
Alas a jacket does not serve as protection from the cruelty and injustices of the world, and from the ravenous creatures that would devour such an innocent taco supreme…
This behavior was a flagrant disregard for the custodial obligations required of one to responsibly care for a taco supreme, in all its sour cream goodness…
Out of mercy, I took the jubilant glint of light out of the taco’s eyes, and ate it…. To put end to all its pain and suffering of becoming soggy, or whats worse… thrown away…
It is with heavy heart that I reveal this onto you, as your name were the last words upon its dying cheesy breath…
You can thank me later…
I know I’m a few days early, but I had some things on my mind, and needed to get it down before I forgot.
The other day, while packing, and going through which of my belongings to keep for the new place, I found a card. It said “Happy Birthday Grandma”… apparently it was one I meant to give you in a previous year. Inside the card reads:
“Having you as a Grandma
means the world to me.
You are always there to guide
and protect with love.
Please never forget that
everything you do is cherished
and appreciated.
Happy Birthday, Dear Grandma.”
I have absolutely no idea why I never gave you the card. Maybe I gave you one I thought was better, I don’t know. But I wish I had the chance to give it to you now. Mom said I should write all of the things I want to say to you in the card, and then send it in a balloon to you in heaven. Its a romantic idea, but it wouldn’t settle well with me. But I wrote in the card anyway.
I wrote about the first fond memory that popped into my head. I remember when I lived at your house, when my dad was building his house on Arsenal. It was really living there this time. Not just the weekends and breaks from school. My home away from home was my real home, too. I gained a few pounds, to say the least, but I felt more loved than I ever had, in my life, because someone wanted me. You wanted me there. I remember how I learned all of my fairy tale stories, at a much younger age when I would visit you. And by the time I lived there, and was old enough to remember, when I was in the sixth grade, I had them pretty well versed. But you would tell them to me anyway, and rub my back while I fell asleep. You didn’t care that I had heard you tell them a thousand times, you knew I made you tell them, because you did the voices. :)
I remember the breakfasts you made me in the morning, too. You always poured some milk into an old carafe and ask me if it was a good year…. and make the smiley oranges, all while telling a dirty joke or two. And still to this day, no one makes my cream of wheat lumpy like you.
You were always laughing and smiling. I never thought I’d have to worry about not hearing your laugh… even at your worst point of being sick… the thought never crossed my mind that you wouldn’t make it. And until I found that card, I thought I was doing okay. I guess I just never really accepted that you are gone.
I miss you and love you with my whole heart. I know you know that. And I know you are proud of me. If you hadn’t told me that before you passed, I’d be a complete basket case… more than I already am :) But… I just want you to know, that you are in my heart every step of my life, still being my biggest fan, my greatest supporter and the one person that believed in me.