Something I’d wake up to every day.

4TH of July and all we’re left with is Sparklers…

Me and Relationships

Come to think of it, relationships to me aren’t the same anymore. Its not about a title, a label, who’s in charge, how big the diamond is, whos turn is it, or who gets the big piece of chicken. It’s about compatibility, compromise, sharing, respect, partnership and love. Oh wait and communication… I could care less if I was labeled someone’s boyfriend, people in high-school have boyfriends, kids have boyfriends. Call me your man and I will call you my woman. Id never have a woman chase me while I do my own thing. I’d rather make her a part of my life, because when your with someone that makes you stop running, you grab their hand and take them with you. If your ever in a relationship that you want to last look your significant other in the eye and tell them how you feel. Why would you ever be in a relationship where you were so scared to let out everything. Tell them and then look into their eyes, because their eyes let you know how they truly feel. And when you know without a doubt that they love you back, nothing else matters. Not the cloths they wear, not the flaws, not even how bad their hair looks in the morning. Just…love. I wouldn’t change a thing about her.

This is exactly how I feel:

“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”

— Bob Marley

THE GREAT SAND DUNES

Not perfect

As a man I can’t guarantee that I’m perfect. I’m sorry if I don’t notice the new nail color you just got or the make over you came home with. But I already love you just the way you are. I’m sorry if I missed that picture perfect moment that you wanted to work out. But it wasn’t intentional I just didn’t know what you wanted me to do. I’m not always going to be there. But I’d drop everything just to be there every moment of your life. I’m not perfect. I may not always say the right things at the right moment. But don’t take my words wrong and ill be sure to apologies if it was unintentional. I’m sorry if I wasn’t what you were looking for. But my imperfections make me who I am. I’m not perfect but how can any man be without a woman who accepts him for who he is. Imperfection is my perfection, I am not perfect.

You know what I think? You were never really whole to begin with. Just because you lost your love doesn’t mean that you now have this black void in your heart. Even before you fell in love you should already be whole. Love just cracks you open, tears you to pieces and you don’t notice it until love has gone and washed away.

~J

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

— Yun Kouga