The Truth about Lovey Dovey McGovey Stuff
I am a romantic.
There. I said it. I am an optimist. I believe in love. I believe in soul mates. I believe that there is one person that God created meticulously, preciously, and carefully in every nucleotide to nucleotide, to make me happy, to make me the best version of myself that I can be, and to keep me grounded. When I get too high on my horse and pride overcomes me like a narcissistic wave, I believe that there will be someone there to tell me to step down from my pedestal for a second, to look myself in the mirror, and yes - maybe even tell me to check 'em. Or maybe even the opposite, when I feel as though the world is above me, that I can't do anything and the boulders that fall on top of me are just too heavy to carry, I believe that there will be someone there to tell me that everything is going to be okay, that I can do anything, and that he will be standing there beside me every second, of everyday - helping me carry those boulders. When I feel as though there is no God in this world, that there is only darkness and light does not exist - I believe that there will be someone there to remind me of my path, to show me the light, and like a tide at the shore, pull me back into the arms of God. I believe in love. I believe in perfect love; love in the way that someone won't look at me through judgemental lenses, love in the way that despite all my flaws, he sees beauty, love in the way that he will never, ever give up on me. I believe in the magic of it all. Even if love feels like Santa Claus, or pixie dust, I believe. I believe with all my heart.
Now I'm going to take a slight turn here, OK, maybe not a slight turn, more like a very fast, surprising plunge down to the deep depths. :)
Let's just be real here, we're all too familiar with giving up. We are used to people giving up when things get too tough. We're used to the people who stop fighting for us, because we think that they have stopped loving us.
Let's just think about that - one moment in time, someone just stops loving you. It's like a line that you think will go on and on - and then suddenly it just doesn't anymore. It just isn't is anymore. It only was. The line cuts off. It's like someone had just taken scissors and sliced the string that connected you to your person. It's like the person pulling you from your light saver just - lets go. It just ends like that.
At least, that's what love feels like to me sometimes. I'm so used to people giving up.
Yet here I am. I am a romantic.
There. I said it. I am an optimist. I believe in love. I believe in soul mates.
I don't know how I feel this way. But I do know that love exists. Love exists in every moment you feel beautiful. Love exists when someone does something for you, just because you were in their thoughts. Love exists when someone listens even when you're being irrational and ugly-crying and are snotty and gross. Love exists in every breath that is taken away when you gaze into his eyes.
And yes, love exists even when you feel hurt. Love exists when you are heart broken and crying in your bed. Yes, it's hard to believe but love is there. Love is always there. Your ability to love is still twinkling and fighting on.
So don't give up. I rather be a romantic than to not believe in love at all. When things get hard, and a boy breaks my heart, my mother always used to tell me: "Mei, don't worry. Now you're one heart break closer from finding the one." And that has stuck with me forever.
I believe that someone is out there, and whoever you may be - hi. I hope you don't think I'm too weird. I'm normal - most of the times. heh.
Don't give up.
You're never alone.
- teeny, tiny & terrified
There. I said it. I am an optimist. I believe in love. I believe in soul mates. I believe that there is one person that God created meticulously, preciously, and carefully in every nucleotide to nucleotide, to make me happy, to make me the best version of myself that I can be, and to keep me grounded. When I get too high on my horse and pride overcomes me like a narcissistic wave, I believe that there will be someone there to tell me to step down from my pedestal for a second, to look myself in the mirror, and yes - maybe even tell me to check 'em. Or maybe even the opposite, when I feel as though the world is above me, that I can't do anything and the boulders that fall on top of me are just too heavy to carry, I believe that there will be someone there to tell me that everything is going to be okay, that I can do anything, and that he will be standing there beside me every second, of everyday - helping me carry those boulders. When I feel as though there is no God in this world, that there is only darkness and light does not exist - I believe that there will be someone there to remind me of my path, to show me the light, and like a tide at the shore, pull me back into the arms of God. I believe in love. I believe in perfect love; love in the way that someone won't look at me through judgemental lenses, love in the way that despite all my flaws, he sees beauty, love in the way that he will never, ever give up on me. I believe in the magic of it all. Even if love feels like Santa Claus, or pixie dust, I believe. I believe with all my heart.
Now I'm going to take a slight turn here, OK, maybe not a slight turn, more like a very fast, surprising plunge down to the deep depths. :)
Let's just be real here, we're all too familiar with giving up. We are used to people giving up when things get too tough. We're used to the people who stop fighting for us, because we think that they have stopped loving us.
Let's just think about that - one moment in time, someone just stops loving you. It's like a line that you think will go on and on - and then suddenly it just doesn't anymore. It just isn't is anymore. It only was. The line cuts off. It's like someone had just taken scissors and sliced the string that connected you to your person. It's like the person pulling you from your light saver just - lets go. It just ends like that.
At least, that's what love feels like to me sometimes. I'm so used to people giving up.
Yet here I am. I am a romantic.
There. I said it. I am an optimist. I believe in love. I believe in soul mates.
I don't know how I feel this way. But I do know that love exists. Love exists in every moment you feel beautiful. Love exists when someone does something for you, just because you were in their thoughts. Love exists when someone listens even when you're being irrational and ugly-crying and are snotty and gross. Love exists in every breath that is taken away when you gaze into his eyes.
And yes, love exists even when you feel hurt. Love exists when you are heart broken and crying in your bed. Yes, it's hard to believe but love is there. Love is always there. Your ability to love is still twinkling and fighting on.
So don't give up. I rather be a romantic than to not believe in love at all. When things get hard, and a boy breaks my heart, my mother always used to tell me: "Mei, don't worry. Now you're one heart break closer from finding the one." And that has stuck with me forever.
I believe that someone is out there, and whoever you may be - hi. I hope you don't think I'm too weird. I'm normal - most of the times. heh.
Don't give up.
You're never alone.
- teeny, tiny & terrified
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