Love Letter

If one kiss must last a lifetime, would you kiss me long and slow?
Could you gently take my breath away while offering me your own?

R.E.B.

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Love Letter

Hey Gorgeous!

I Went to bed with my heart mellowed, a smile on my lips and you on my mind and I ended up dreaming about you also so I awake with even a much bigger smile on my face this morning :-):-)

You are truly,”MY LIFE!” And theres absolutely nothing in this world that could ever make me hurt you or stop loving you.

Last night I was so fascinated by our conversation… You just kept me laughing, smiling, giggling, blushing with the things you were saying.

I felt such closeness to you and I was so happy, still is 🙂

Thanks alot for all the wonderful compliments you gave me,you sure battered me with flattery 🙂 You melted me and my heart over and over again till all I could feel for you is adoration and love.

I am seriously lost in love with you and there’s no better place for me to be than physically with you and around you.

I am happy you are beginning to see me for who I am and the depths of my love for you (there’s so much more about me for you to see)

Last night when you said you can’t believe I’ve grown into the mature and smart young lady I am, I had to smile 🙂

In your absence I’ve become that and so much more.
I am who I am today because of you and the love I have for you.
I am a very passionate woman with whom and what I love.
I hold nothing back and have no reservations….

You said you don’t know about the my loving you forever and always part, well my dear as you live you will be a witness to that and I want you to love me always too and never stop even when you can’t be with me physically and I’ll play my cards right to ensure that you do…. 🙂

I want to make it impossible for you not to love me and want me in your life no matter the purpose I serve.

I want to make my mark permanent on you so no matter where life takes you, you’ll find it hard leaving me behind and in the event that you should you won’t be contented for long, you’ll want to come back and you’ll find your way back to me 🙂 🙂 Sorry but you already know that I’m 100% woman, and I will do everything to ensure my place in your life and yours in mine:-) 🙂

Even if you should end up with someone else in life I will make you miss me and you find it hard to be happy with them. I’m sure you can be happy but you will never truly be 100% happy and contented because you will feel my absence. I will love you as no man on this earth can. I’ll be so sweet to you and on you you’ll crave to be around me and miss me 🙂 🙂

You just don’t understand, these are things I take pleasure in(loving you and showing you that I do)

That’s the way I feel about you. Why do you think I wouldn’t even as much as to look at anyone else…. because I know my life would be empty and meaningless without you, there would be a void that no one else could fill and I’d spend all the days of my existence longing for you and as such I want no one taking up any more space in my life.

There is just no place in my life or heart for anyone else.
You’ve already filled those spaces and it’s always reserved for you and you alone.
You have made your mark on me and my heart 17 years ago and to you I belong forever and always.

I will love you to my last breath as it is the desire of my heart to do so 🙂
When I think of the way in which I love you, and that you do want me to continue loving you, never giving up on you,it sends shock waves through my torso area 🙂
It is truly pleasurable loving you. I get so much fulfillment out of loving you it would seriously be hard for you to understand 🙂 🙂

I am turned on by mere thoughts of loving you so why would I want to stop loving you  🙂
It’s because of things like these why I can tell you that I know I will love you forever and always.

My love for you have a way of indulging in it’s own pleasures of you and as such it takes me from one level to the next. It knows no bounds with no limitations. So there you have It 🙂

You are everything to me and always will be.
Remember always that I’M LOVING YOU COMPLETELY FOREVER AND ALWAYS.

“YOU’RE MY LIFE”
LOVE ALWAYS.

-Jessie

Hollows

Depression does not equal sadness. For some people, maybe it does. For me, it very much does not. I think the stereotype that depressed people are laying in bed all day, weeping, is inaccurate. When i’m depressed there isn’t one tear to cry.

For me, depression equals hopelessness or, as my friend and I refer to it, the hollows.

Depression creeps up like autumn does in September. You feel the warm days giving way to chilly nights & start to fear the winter. You feel it in your soul.

Depression sneaks in slowly and then all at once. It’s a wave that crashes over you & steals the warmth from your bones.

Depression steals the sun from the sky.
Depression steals who you have known yourself to be.
Depression leaves you a shell of a person you can’t even remember being.

Love Letter

It started with a mistake in planning, human error, twist of fate. It was my first time in this new country, and the pick-up taxi never came.
I contacted work, letting them know no one showed up, but it was ok. I can take a taxi by myself.
“No, it’s 2 a.m. someone from the company will pick you up shortly, don’t worry”.
I took my luggage and sat down in the only available coffee shop, fighting sleep. I got a phone call, and then I heard your voice. Something about it made me instantaneously relax. Perhaps I heard home in your accent, or maybe it was the raspy sound of your sleepy voice.
“I’m sorry I woke you up didn’t I?” I asked, and you laughed.
“I’m coming, I’ll be there in five.”

And then I saw you. I looked up at you as you stood there, your big brown eyes smiling from behind your glasses, the ones I love (not the frame-less ones – please never wear them again).
You smiled, and I dismissed the bubbly feelings in my stomach, blaming it on hunger.
We shook hands, introduced ourselves, and you took my luggage – ever the gentleman – while asking me about my flight. You were chatty, wondering about my interest in this company, my college degree, my story.
“I’m asking way too much yea? Sorry”.
I smiled and said “ask again tomorrow, no worries”.
I looked back into the trunk of your car, and I saw tents, camping equipment, things I adore. And just as we started talking about our love for nature, our thirst to explore, I saw it. The ring on your right hand, and I swallowed.
The question died in my throat; it was ok, I can ask you tomorrow. You safely dropped me at the hotel, wishing me a goodnight, saying you would see me the next day.

Ten days.
Ten days of music, conversation, shared looks and contemplations. It was all harmless right?
You told me about your past, how some girl had broken your heart, how you decided to think rather than feel, how you met your fiancé, and what has brought you here.
You asked about mine, and as I talked you looked deep into my eyes, and I knew you understood. But you were engaged, and I wasn’t that person; you weren’t either.
Then there were slips. Too much alcohol; you held my hand.
Too much time spent together words were said.
“I wish I had met you at a different time” you whispered. I had never wanted anything more.

Six months later, six months of little conversation and bitterness and distance, you got married. I saw your pictures on social media, and I choked. You looked happy. I wanted to believe you were. I loved you, more than I had ever loved anyone.
Fate played its cards again; we met in that same country, your now wife still back home.
This didn’t stop being a love letter when you got married. This stopped being a love letter when you changed. And not in the normal, “I got married” way. I understand you are confused, I understand that “I was the first one who made you feel again”, but I don’t understand how you take me for granted. How you assume I have put my life on hold for something that will never happen.
You will never leave her – it wouldn’t be a rational decision, and you, you rational man (who has shown day in day out you were anything but), would never do that.

Twenty one days. Twenty one days of anger, bitterness, fights and sorrow. We kissed. We cried. We cuddled. We made mistakes. But then you look at me with your chocolate eyes and that smile you save for me, and I almost forget; that you never were mine and never will be. These twenty one days were enough to scar me; enough to help me start getting over you.
We used to be different, we used to be perfect. But this is not another time, and I’m done wasting mine.

This is not a love letter. This is a letter about the love I felt for you, the one I still feel.

Until we meet again,

-G

Love Letter

I saw you that day just looking at me. I know you wanted to say something, but you seemed to shy. I was wrong you walked right over and said hey I noticed you looking at me, and I said only cause you were looking at me. Well, I guess we were both looking at each other. It’s funny how things work out in life. He asked for my number and I gave it to him. I guess he thought I gave him the wrong number, because he called me right there and then. The start of a new friendship or the start of something a bit more above the lines as friends. He fell for me and I guess I started falling too.

Love Letter

You changed my life for the better. In fact, if it wasn’t for you, I probably wouldn’t even be alive. Before we met, this girl I know has been my best friend for ten years. Then suddenly, she betrayed me and accused me of bullying her. For the past few years before the accusation, I was always in the middle of drama. The people in my clique would always fight, and would pressure me to take sides. When my ex best friend left me, I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to end my miserable excuse for a life.

But then I met you.

When I first saw you, I remember my heart feeling a sense of relief. Like I’ve been lifting a weight my entire life, and I was finally able to drop it. Like my heart was saying, “Oh, there you are, I’ve been looking for you.” Before we met, I’d always take more than 30 minutes to get out of bed and start the day. That was because I had no motivation. But when I met you, you motivated me. I loved going to bed early, with a smile. And waking up early, ready to start another day with you. I remember our adventure, and the people we met along the way. I’m just so sorry I had to leave. And I didn’t even say goodbye.

I don’t even know if I said “I love you”

I do love you, and I think about you everyday. It’s just so HARD living in this cruel world without you. Haters are everywhere. Murders and terrible rumours. On some days, when I miss you sooo much, I search through my contact list for people I can talk to about this. And everytime, I reach the bottom of the list. I sometimes cry myself to sleep, and when I actually do sleep, it past 1:00am. It’s hard to sleep without knowing for sure wether or not you’re okay. I’m not blaming you for anything, I blame myself for leaving, without giving any closure, or even a “I swear to you, we’ll meet again. I know because I love you”

Every song on the radio reminds me of you. Everything I do I think about doing it with you. I save you the right earbud when listening to music because when I listen to music, I feel like you’re on my left side, because my heart is closer to the left. Literally.

I miss you so much. It hurts when I think about living the rest of this lifetime without you. It hurts being… unsure. But when I’m depressed, I get a good cry out, wipe away my tears, and smile. Because I know you wouldn’t want to see me so sad. I tied a string around my promise finger to remind me of the promise I made to you. The promise to never leave you. I’m so, so sorry I broke our promise… but I’ll come back. The string is blue by the way, the colour of you.

You might not read this letter, but somehow, if it ever reaches you, just know that I love you SO MUCH and I will never ever forget you. I’ll find a way back home, and I’ll give you a big tight hug. When I find you, I’ll stay with you. And trust me, I WILL find you. Because, after all, I love you, and true love never fails.

By the way, I’ll try not to get married until I meet you again. Because honestly, you’re the one I want to marry.