Wednesday, November 28, 2012

I BELIEVE...
That rain washes away the hurt, the dirt that sits on top that needs to be washed away.
That dreams do come true when you wish upon a star, and that shooting stars mean your lucky.
Dogs understand the hurt you carry in your heart and will ease it, even if it means sitting by your side.
A fresh manicure makes you feel clean and sophisticated.
Christmas lights make me shine inside, my soul dancing to Sinatra.
Fresh clean sheets and a showered body are one of the best combinations.
That love notes and flowers make any girl smile.
A whisper in your ear telling you your beautiful even if its the hundredth time, still feels like the first time.
The fireworks that looks like glittering dragonflies is the best way to celebrate.
Love means everything, and is often overused, but when you feel love, love can't describe anything compared to what you feel.
Cleaned house, leave room to clear your brain.
Guy cologne on your bed spritzed is almost like having a man by your side.
I believe Santa, and the fairy-godmother, and the easter bunny.
That Christmas should be celebrated every month of the year.
That no girl should settle. A man that was made JUST for you is hunting and not settling either because he knows you are out there, waiting to make you feel just the way you have dreamed.
That children are heaven sent and when they say they love you, they mean it.
Coffee every morning is the right way to start a day.
God has a plan for me, and even if I stray he will lead me back to him.
Summer sunsets and glimmering water, paints the prettiest picture.
Assholes make you appreciate the gentleman.
When your gas tank is full, you feel like your car is brand new.
Buttery-nipples were made by a man who knew what he wanted and knew how to get um.
That lyrics to the song can say what your feeling inside perfectly and that you could have written it.
That clearance and sales racks were made just for my wallet.
I believe that you and I can make it, because you helped me believe in me. 

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Love Equation


Love was as simple as 1, 2, 3.
It began with you. And then I added me. I thought this was the easiest question I would ever have to answer.

Then there was the fractions. The fraction of self doubt, will he stay with me forever, will he love the true me and will he understand the emotions that continually come to the surface.

Trying to divide to make it easier, I came up with decimal points. The little periods that come in between numbers that made me question whether or not the fractions and dividends were even the same. The wanting to chase your dreams but wondering if the dream of him is something worth chasing. The way the friendly hellos to others only meant that, and not that he was losing faith in "us."

So I added a y, and a x, to try and figure out the missing piece to find out what love had to do with a confused heart. I moved the love to the other side, more kisses, more "I love you's" and then moved over the confused heart to the other side hoping that it was a waking up on the wrong side of the bed kind of thing.

When that didn't work I decided to square everything, making the numbers larger, harder to work with. If it was too hard to work with then I could move onto the next question. Let it go and decide to come back to it later.

And then you came back along. Having the answer to the equation. The one little thing that the question was missing.... you wanting me.

My toddler willingly holds my hand. He reaches out and pats my shoulder as we lay in bed next to each other.  Its as if he is waiting for m...