Strength

I miss you already, and its been less than 3 hours since I've last saw you. I have 164 hours to go, minus 8  hours of sleep everyday, that will be 56 hours off, which gives me 108 hours of waking time without you. Its difficult for anyone to understand how its like in my shoes, especially to comprehend what we've been through. To have someone message me at the start of every day, to give me support and encouragement, telling me that I can do it, and take time off to give me something to look forward to at the end of every day, to let me come home to someone I love, and to a sanctuary where I know I'll be safe from the world. This is how I get by every tough day, this is how I ride out every problem in my life, how I endure all the shit that gets thrown in my way. He makes it all better for me. Simply by gently encouraging me, by letting me see the light at the end of the tunnel of every single thing. I have never been more thankful, more blessed, more loved than now. Now that you're away, I feel like I'm gonna have to be stronger than ever. Hurry home now love. Things are really not the same with you away...



 

Beauty and the Beast

There's a facebook anti-violence children campaign going on, and encouraged us to post our favourite childhood characters. And so, we are,

Beauty and the Beast!

My boyfriend is so sporty to agree to do it with me, and is simply, the, BEST. 

  

Take that leap of faith?

Won't you believe?

Believe in the best in people.

Believe in that there's an exception to the rule.

Believe that this is true.

  

The exception to the rule

“I will love even if it hurts, give even if I never get anything in return and believe even when there’s all reason for me to give up. At the end of the day I want to die knowing I’ve lived and loved unconditionally, completely and without regrets. And if this means I run the risk of getting hurt so bad I might never recover, then bring it on. Because a life of wondering what could have been will hurt more than anything anyone can ever inflict on me.”

These days have been nothing but contentment. I could have ask for no other way for things to have worked out between us. Sometimes I feel like we fit into each other's gaps naturally. He's logical, I'm emotional. In a way, such a combination could prove fatal or terribly complimentary. I'm thankful, for each and every day that he's been in my life. Another day is another blessing.


 

I like the way it hurts

I am trying to make myself think logically, than to let my emotions control most of my thoughts. Even as I am succeeding, there is no stopping myself from feeling what I feel. It's whether or not I chose to let it reign over me, or try to make sense out of it.