(Source: sequinstarfish)

When we’re older and attending friends dinners and get together’s,  I hope you don’t mind me showing you off any chance I’m given. I can’t wait to tell the world of your accomplishments. Whether they be the completion of your latest novel, or the success of a new-found recipe. Every little thing you do will be absolutely astonishing in my eyes. I can’t wait to casually place my hand on your knee as we sit and talk to company, kissing your shoulders when I feel the urgency to have my lips grace the top of your skin. I can’t wait to share appetizers and Champaign glasses, dining as one. I can’t wait to help each other into and out of dresses, into and out of showers, into and out of sheets. I can’t wait to live comfortably in a future all our own; to be able to look back and think,

“Wow, we have experienced so much together, and this, in the long run, is just the beginning.”

Love, 

Your Future Wife.

There comes a time in our lives when we find the one person we want to be with more than anything in this world. 
Sometimes that “want” for them turns you into a person that they don’t want anymore.

It’s a big step for us, as people, to come to this realization about ourselves. 
Those of us that do, and make an effort to change, are, in my opinion, the strongest people I would ever be honored to meet. 

Changing doesn’t mean leaving, and showing them what it’s like without you in their life, it’s about being there for them. Making them smile, even when you’re crying. Making them the happiest person alive, even when your soul is breaking on the inside. 

See, it’s all a game.

The best player plays by the rules. What are the rules?
Don’t hurt anybody with lies or deceit  Allow them to love you for the person that you are. 

The game that should be the easiest, but as time goes on, becomes the hardest. 

Three very simple, yet very complicated, words that come together to form one of the greatest feelings that everyone strives to have in their little lives.

Is there a feeling beyond “love”? 

Is there some other word that I can use to describe all the things that I’m feeling? 

Is there a way to describe how it makes my heart stop when I read the words, 
“Come Home” from her?
What about when she asks me, and agrees with me, about “Do you think we could make this work? Can you see yourself meeting me down the middle at our wedding? Can you see yourself carrying children with me?” The insinuation of anything that extreme being “ours” is exhilarating and starts a storm in my heart. 

My heart stops for a moment, every moment we talk, and it forgets how to beat when she says things like,
Me: “Think of the positives! You get to come home to your daughter and your ride or die girl.”
Her: “And my beautiful girl.”  
“Just because you’re not my girlfriend, doesn’t mean I don’t consider you my girl.” 

Is there a way to describe… just how we feel? Or how I feel?  
When she looks at me with her husky blue eyes, I instantly notice something is on her mind. It’s easy to feel when she’s upset, sad, mad, angry, or bothered. Is there a simple word that can help me say that I can feel her pain, even before she tells me there is any pain? Is there some easy way to get across just how intoxicating her kiss is? How it says so much with just a simple brush across my lips? What about her touch! How gentle and protective it is. How instantly safe I feel when she caresses my body. Can I put this in a way people will easily understand just how blissfully happy I am when we’re laying in bed, staring into each others souls through our eyes, and talking about the smallest, most important things to our hearts? Is there any way to say how it makes tears come to my eyes whenever you remember something from 3-years ago? 

Is there any way out there to explain the sharp pains I feel when I can’t take away her nightmares? Is there anyone out there that can easily tell me how easy it is to describe the sadness I take in when she’s sad? Is there a way to describe just how easy it is for me to feel every bit of pain, sickness, and sadness that she feels? And of course, her happiness. It’s like a drug I’m addicted to. 

My words seem to fail me when we talk about our views on how we want to raise our children in the future, what kind of wedding and wedding rings we want, and what kind of home we want for our future families. Low key, I think I need her. My heart is hers. Since December 13th, 2009. That date, we didn’t realize what we were getting ourselves into by saying a simple, 
“Hello, I’m ___”
“HI! I’m ___! Nice to meet you!”
Friendship was suddenly out of the question on January 27th when that question arose, and our lives changed from that point on. 
Do I think we can make it? Yes, and not just because I want to more than anything in this world, but because I truly do believe that if we can survive everything we’ve survived, and still come together at the end of the day and say I love you because all we want to do is see each other, then I think we can survive anything. 

Apart, we’re strong, and happy.
Together, we’re even stronger as a team and just that much happier. It’s hard right now, and it has been for the past week, but when we come together as team mates, everything is perfect, even if everything is falling apart around us. 

Can somebody tell me, what is this?

-_-

I’m her angel. 

She’s my everything. 

Take me away, too. 

Couple things I want to do soon is:

Go to Paris. 

Sit at a cafe and order a coffee and some bisquit things. 

And read a book. 

THEN!

Go to Ireland. 

Order some coffee and muscles at a cafe.

And read a book. 

We don’t have that simplistic beauty here in Vegas. In California there are cafe’s, but it’s nothing like Paris or Ireland. The aura is different. 

You get a whole different sensation, whole different vibe, by being in one of those places doing something that you do everyday at home. Drinking coffee and reading. 
Or playing on Tumblr.

Must. Do.  

I’ve had this story idea for a while now, I just haven’t gone anywhere with it. 

I honestly haven’t gone anywhere with any stories lately. 

-Writers block is the worst for a writer.-

Anyways, it has kind of a.. Nightmare on Elm Street feel going for it. 
At first, an old friend of mine (we just recently divorced.) were going to write it together, but recent events posed a sudden halt on the story. So I’m taking it over.. His, or our, original idea was to have a ‘witch’ from the high school put a ‘spell’ on the kids that tormented her. The spell made their worst nightmares gradually come to life and in the end they would die. 

Bahaha, that’s kinda.. sudden, but since we divorced and I took over the story, I’m changing it a bit. Here’s a peek. I want to know what people think of it. ^_^ Ask box meh.  

Dream Catcher:  

There was a time in history when Indians were being tormented by nightmares. The elders all tried several different remedies to help the nightmares go away, but nothing seemed to work. One day somebody had a vision of a spider web catching all the bad dreams and letting out only the good dreams to the ones sleeping under it’s protection. 

Out of this vision the Indians created what we know as the Dream Catchers. The Dream Catcher is hung above a sleeping area in a place where the morning light can hit it. The nature of the Dream Catcher will attract all sorts of dreams to it’s intricate webs, but only the pleasant dreams make it through the maze of knots. The bad dreams are forever lost in the dream catchers never ending maze. Once the light hits the Dream Catcher it melts away all the bad dreams. 

What’s to happen to the nightmares that dodge the light? Or those who don’t know the secret of putting the Dream Catcher in an area that hits the light? What’s to happen to the bad dreams that are forever lost in the maze of the Dream Catcher? The Dream Catcher gets heavier as the nightmares get more powerful. Eventually, the nightmares take over the dreams and leak out into the minds and lives of the unknown sleepers below the Catchers protective knots. 

—-That’s all I got.—-

^_^

I love this game so much. 

If I had more time on my hands I’d play it for the fifth time. ^_^ 

So if I gave up… Working out before and after work, offering to work all hours that the mall is open at both jobs, Tumblr, and running with my dog at night, then I could do it. :D