dear self

"Manners are charming, but who are you fooling , you're still nobody's bride"

Jewel

dear boyfriend

perhaps by sleeping in your bed, i am robbing myself of the pleasure of being your wife and sleeping in our bed for the first time, under our roof sharing the same last name.

perhaps i am giving too much too soon.

in which i will then be repaid too little, too late.

dear boyfriend

the phrase; you are permanent.

sounds so simple.

means so much.

love, your little things make me giddy when they come from you,
girlfriend.

"Where you invest your love, you invest your life"

Mumford and sons

L.O.V.E.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda XVII 

melody enhances the meaning

"Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life"

Berthold Auerbach

don't hold it against me

it's entirely possible i could live out the rest of my life eating nothing but dark chocolate, dry cereal and a glasses of almond milk. from morning till noon, from 9 till well past bedtime.

the thing is, i never stop to eat chocolate piece by piece, savoring the flavor. instead i shovel it in two by two, possibly four by four, rarely stopping to give it the accolades it so deserves.

lets hope this isn't a metaphor for my life