All You Need is Love

So yesterday was a bad day and today hasn't been wonderful, but it's been alright. I'm not really worried about being anyone's exception anymore. Even with Valentine's approaching, I'm not sad about being single. I have a lot of fun and have the most fantastic friends. My sorority sisters and I are planning on renting movies and staying in with a few bottles of wine on Saturday and I can't think of a better way to spend the day. I'm going to make valentine's for my friends here and just spread love. I figure if I give love, I'll get love. Besides, I'm happier when I'm not wanting to be someone's exception.

Give love, it's the only thing that heals you

Time Marches On

And so your memory fades, beyond days and weeks and, still,
I wonder what you fill your days with
I wonder what thoughts pass through your open mind
Yet, I care less today than I did yesterday
Hours go by without you crossing my mind
And I behold the accomplishment with a smile
I am moving forward, I am moving on
I have found another touch to cherish
Another breath to match as I fall asleep
You have fallen from a point of comparison to a distant memory
Time stumbles on, minutes into days, days into months
And I've forgotten your eyelashes against my cheek
I've forgotten the fit of your fingers in mine
The touch of another is fresh upon my skin
Yet I can still recall why I let you in

You Used to Unfold Me

We talk
slowly
about nothing
about movies
we stick to
surface streets
and find no
meaning in cafe windows
no substance in
hotel rooms
I used to unwrap you!
tender layers unfolding
like eager gold
but now
we are cool
and recount
our daily bores
as though
the sum or our
uses
equaled
something
(more)
substantial
while softer
things shrivel
and dry roots
go unfed
strangled
by the phone line
and all
that is
not said

I truly believe the sum of our uses equals something more substantial

The Heart of the Matter

Finally back where I belong. San Antonio is my city.

I had a slight emotional breakdown while I was home. There are so many memories back home to haunt me. As much as I love going home, I really feel this is where I belong. This is where I find my joy. Here, I don't feel as alone.

I had a bit of a breakthrough last week, something to urge me along the path of moving on. Nothing incredibly significant but still exciting. I just need to stay focused on the future and the past won't hurt.

I guess in the end you think about the beginning

"Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful.
But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering."
-Paulo Coehlo

Waiting is painful
One of my previous posts discussed my distaste for waiting, how I felt waiting was a waste of my life. The past few months I continued to wait with the disillusion of hope that things would be different, things would be better. I don't regret the wait, it gave me time to grow and realize a lot of things about life and myself. I was so scared of being alone, of not having someone to wake up thinking about in the morning and to fall asleep to at night, of not having the constant reassurance of being loved, of not having a hand to hold or heartbeat to be calmed by. I still want those things in life. They're wonderful gifts to have but maybe sometimes they're only temporary gifts. I hope the next time I find a good love, I appreciate all those things a little more after experiencing their absence. While I can recognize I didn't always do things within the relationship that were right, I don't think I'd change anything because with every mistake I learned how to be better. So, I guess it was worth the wait...in a way.

Forgetting is painful
I don't think I could ever or should ever want to forget. His presence and his love in my life was such a monumental part of becoming who I am today. Forgetting all of those things would be forgetting who I am, or better yet, why I am. Sometimes I have flashbacks of memories that awaken my senses, like the squeeze of his hand in mine sending jolts of love through my body or the feel of his eyelashes on my cheeks or the weightlessness of being lifted in his arms. I stop and let the memory roll over me, through me, and past me. These are things I can't forget, but I don't think I should want to.

Sometimes I miss the warmth of what I had but find comfort in knowing it isn't right for me anymore, not right for who I am or where I am anymore. My biggest sadness now is the disappointment of friendship. I thought the friendship would be so much more but I think there's a reason it's not more than it is. He's not who he once was either and that's okay. My expectations are for the person he used to be and I'm adjusting to who he is now, slowly but surely. Luckily, I've been blessed with wonderful friendships of so many others who care so much for me. Their love is what gets me through. I don't know what's next but that's okay. It's okay. I'm okay.

It's the Slow Fade of Love

I've been less and I've been more

Sometimes a piece of art comes into your life right when you need it and says everything your heart has felt but couldn't put into words. The art speaks with shape and color and texture, whether in the form of music, art, or literature. Life has been quite wonderful lately. The burden of the past and the future have been lifted and I can now live in the present. I've let go of some things that once were beautiful but slowly became complicated and unpleasant. My heart is content with what was and what may never be again. I can only look with hope to whatever love awaits me in the future.

I never felt so wicked as when I willed our love to die

We Accept the Love We Think We Deserve

Reaching for the past for a love not built to last
I need the warmth of lust's embrace
I remember when you loved me
Hoping for the best for a love laid to rest
I miss the sound of your voice drowsy on my ear
I remember when I loved you too
Looking to tomorrow for a love not laced with sorrow
One day I'll feel the same for someone new
I'll be happy. I'll be loved.
One day my heart will no longer beat for you