Hi baby,
Sundays will always be our day. Sorry I can't be there today to make love to you and share a meal or two but who knows what tomorrow brings.
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Always Proud Of You
Dear June,
I am always proud of you. I don't know if you give yourself enough credit for all that you do. Doesn't mean that you don't make me crazy or do things that are illogical, irrational and ridiculous because you do. :)
But the woman I fell in love with has always been perfect in her imperfections. I always have accepted all of you, good and bad. (Don't ask me to list the bad because I won't. Think of it as me pulling your pigtails. ;) )
If I were closer I'd take you out to dinner to celebrate but we'll have to raincheck that. I hope you find something you like and treat yourself because you deserve it.
I am always proud of you. I don't know if you give yourself enough credit for all that you do. Doesn't mean that you don't make me crazy or do things that are illogical, irrational and ridiculous because you do. :)
But the woman I fell in love with has always been perfect in her imperfections. I always have accepted all of you, good and bad. (Don't ask me to list the bad because I won't. Think of it as me pulling your pigtails. ;) )
If I were closer I'd take you out to dinner to celebrate but we'll have to raincheck that. I hope you find something you like and treat yourself because you deserve it.
Our First Apartment
Lay down on the couch a few hours ago and smiled because there are so many good memories tied into it but I would be lying if part of it wasn't bittersweet.
Felt like I had a piece of our first apartment and while that is awesome it would have been truly amazing to have my partner with me, the person who shared it all.
Sometimes life is far too strange.
Try not to love me too hard from a distance. Hee hee, you can't do it any better than I can.
Felt like I had a piece of our first apartment and while that is awesome it would have been truly amazing to have my partner with me, the person who shared it all.
Sometimes life is far too strange.
Try not to love me too hard from a distance. Hee hee, you can't do it any better than I can.
Technology
Juneleh,
Baby I am ready to tear out what little hair I have left. Damn sites are down again and the customer service is awful. I am in the process of trying to find new service but it looks like I may still be down for a day or two.
I am told it depends on a variety of things such as where I fall into the queue and how much work it takes to move things blah, blah, blah, blah.
I hate this because this cuts more deeply. Kind of silly because I am not limited to writing in just one place or anything like that but I guess it is because I have put so much time into it. There is so much of me and as silly as it sounds it feels like part of my essence is tied into them.
Whenever I die, which with a little luck will be many decades from now those words I have left behind will give kids, grandkids and whomever else may care a chance to gain some sense of who I am/was. It is weird to think about how I started this all on a whim and to see how far it has taken me.
Can you imagine me without my words. Can you picture me as anything but a writer. Would you have ever fallen in love with me if you hadn't had those words to read. Would we have ever found each other without them.
I suppose if I believe in meant to be, the universe and all that stuff than I have to say we would have and that it would have happened. I suppose I have to look at the board and say it all started before this joint and the others but it is weird.
Weird because the board is history and all that we were there is gone.
And now here we are millenia later in this place.
You may call me what you will but as I have told you many times I cannot ever look at you or think about you without gratitude. Things may not have started or gone along in the traditional manner but they have come about.
We may have had some hard moments and times when we were hurt by each other but I would do it all again because the good outweighs all the bad and you are the woman who helped me remember there is more magic in the world than we realize and that even when we think we know it all...we don't.
P.S. if you were standing in front of me you would have to ask me to hug/kiss you because I am very shy.
Sometimes Life is Cruel
Sometimes life is cruel and those who should be given long life spans are cut down prematurely while those who don't deserve to be here are given more time.
Perhaps I should have gone to Arizona.
“Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”
― Steve Jobs
“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest
“You can never really know someone completely. That’s why it’s the most terrifying thing in the world, really—taking someone on faith, hoping they’ll take you on faith too. It’s such a precarious balance, It’s a wonder we do it at all. And yet..”
― Libba Bray
“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”
― Emily Dickinson
“The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
― Robert Frost
“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”
― Plato
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
― Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Perhaps I should have gone to Arizona.
“Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”
― Steve Jobs
“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest
“You can never really know someone completely. That’s why it’s the most terrifying thing in the world, really—taking someone on faith, hoping they’ll take you on faith too. It’s such a precarious balance, It’s a wonder we do it at all. And yet..”
― Libba Bray
“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”
― Emily Dickinson
“The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
― Robert Frost
“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”
― Plato
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
― Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Every Day
Dear June,
It won't surprise you to hear that I think about you every day and it shouldn't surprise you that I think of many things.
Every day I think about you and what you are to me. Every day I remember what it felt like to spend time with you and how it proved all I had believed to be true about you and I and us.
Every day I remember what it was like to kiss lips that were made for mine and to make love to a woman who set me on fire. I couldn't keep my hands off of you because you are simply beautiful inside and out. I know you think it is a line but some of my greatest joy came from being inside you, kissing your lips and staring into your eyes.
I would write you poetry and make up stories for your pleasure.
And you know I adore and cherish you, even when you do things that are illogical and irrational.
I don't know how many times we get to fall in love but I do know you are my greatest love story and that you have changed my life and I still believe that one kiss is all it takes for everything to come rushing back.
I won't apologize for saying or feeling these things nor do I really think I have to. I am not asking anything here.
What I hope is that when life feels rough and things don't go as you wish they would you remember there is a man who loves you with all his heart and believes in you.
Nothing in life is perfect. People are human and flawed, life is full of inconsistencies and things that are inexplicably complicated and or strange.
But the great contradiction of life is that there are perfect moments and I feel lucky to have shared some perfection with you.
It won't surprise you to hear that I think about you every day and it shouldn't surprise you that I think of many things.
Every day I think about you and what you are to me. Every day I remember what it felt like to spend time with you and how it proved all I had believed to be true about you and I and us.
Every day I remember what it was like to kiss lips that were made for mine and to make love to a woman who set me on fire. I couldn't keep my hands off of you because you are simply beautiful inside and out. I know you think it is a line but some of my greatest joy came from being inside you, kissing your lips and staring into your eyes.
I would write you poetry and make up stories for your pleasure.
And you know I adore and cherish you, even when you do things that are illogical and irrational.
I don't know how many times we get to fall in love but I do know you are my greatest love story and that you have changed my life and I still believe that one kiss is all it takes for everything to come rushing back.
I won't apologize for saying or feeling these things nor do I really think I have to. I am not asking anything here.
What I hope is that when life feels rough and things don't go as you wish they would you remember there is a man who loves you with all his heart and believes in you.
Nothing in life is perfect. People are human and flawed, life is full of inconsistencies and things that are inexplicably complicated and or strange.
But the great contradiction of life is that there are perfect moments and I feel lucky to have shared some perfection with you.
Love Is Not Reasonable
Love is not reasonable. It is not rational or logical. It simply is. We love who we love regardless of whether it is agreeable to our heads, circumstances or situations.
Apparently it doesn't care about convenience, timing or opportunity.
It simply is.
We can choose to embrace, deny or ignore it but the latter two do not make it any easier to accept loves unwillingness to work with us.
Some loves are more intense and some are deeper than others/
We do what we do and act as we act but when we hide from love and or ignore that which is obvious we diminish ourselves and pay a price for our actions.
There is a cost for it all, a price to be paid. The only question is what we are willing to pay and what we are willing to do with the time we are given.
Apparently it doesn't care about convenience, timing or opportunity.
It simply is.
We can choose to embrace, deny or ignore it but the latter two do not make it any easier to accept loves unwillingness to work with us.
Some loves are more intense and some are deeper than others/
We do what we do and act as we act but when we hide from love and or ignore that which is obvious we diminish ourselves and pay a price for our actions.
There is a cost for it all, a price to be paid. The only question is what we are willing to pay and what we are willing to do with the time we are given.
Sometimes I Wonder
Sometimes I wonder when the last time you felt loved and cherished was. I think I know the answer. Might have even blogged about it a little bit.
Sunday
When is the last time you heard me say I love you on a Sunday?
Well, no worries 'cuz you just heard it again. Damn, I had so much fun last night and I am so freaking tired. What a crazy evening but so very worth it.
Remember Juneleh, when you think of me I am thinking of you...my favorite crazy woman...most of the time. ;)
Well, no worries 'cuz you just heard it again. Damn, I had so much fun last night and I am so freaking tired. What a crazy evening but so very worth it.
Remember Juneleh, when you think of me I am thinking of you...my favorite crazy woman...most of the time. ;)
