There were letters I wrote you that I gave up sending, long before I stopped writing. I don’t remember their contents but I can recall with absolute clarity, your name scrawled across the pages. I could never quite contain you to those messy sheets of blue ink. I could not stop you from overtaking everything else.
I wrote your name over and over—on scraps of paper, in books and on the back of my wrists. I carved it like sacred markings into trees and the tops of my thighs. Years went by and the scars have vanished but the sting has not left me. Sometimes when I read a book, parts will lift from the pages in an anagram of your name. Like a code to remind me it’s not over. Like dyslexia in reverse.
Dyslexia, Lang Leav
Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, A Nice Quiet Place.
I’m a hopeless romantic and in love with love, these qualities got me into trouble many times when I was single. But now I see so clearly how this world through books, movies and songs steer us to believe lies and create impossible expectations that no human can fulfill. From a young age the fairy tales groom us to believe that some ethereal prince charming is somewhere singing atop a white horse seeking us… their vulnerable princess. Later in our teens we are saturated with images of the perfect couple even if one has to suck blood to stay alive. As older married women through top selling novels (fifty shades of darkness) we are led to believe our marriages lack worldly spice, which only further distort God’s true intention of sex in a marriage. If only we would stop allowing this sinful world to lead our hearts and emotions by simply allowing God to complete us. The romance we need is found in Him. The perfect love we crave is found in Him. Stop looking to this wretched world who only seeks to separate us from God. Instead seek God and His wisdom after all He is love.
The extremely long weekend that was.
Set thesis aside and spent the unexpected one week vacation by bumming around, sleeping, catching up with friends, and reading! We do not have internet connection during the entire days that Maring is crying and I was thankful for it because I had all the time in the world for my unread lovies. Cuddling, foodtrip and movie marathon with the family was also the highlights of my mini-vacation.
Now I’m savoring my remaining vacay because when school resume, I will face midterms and thesis. Oh boy.
She imagined herself as some sort of vessel to be filled up with love. But it wasn’t like that. The love was within her all the time, and its only renewal came from giving it away.
Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper’s Daughter
You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.
Looking for alaska; John Green
It happens like this. One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else—closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel—one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them—even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering—the reason for their presence will become clear in due time.
Though here is a word of warning—you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.
Angels by Lang Leav
You know when you’ve lost someone and you keep thinking that you’d never find anyone else better? You start moping around, dwelling on your loss, not doing anything with your life. You start wasting away.
But how about looking at it this way. You don’t find that better person, you become that “better person”. You read more, write more, create more, start working out, experience new things, travel to places you’ve never been before, meet new people. What if you worked on becoming the best you can be? When you’ve become a better person you find yourself surrounded by better people, and when you’ve become the best you can be then you find yourself surrounded by the best people for you.
Stop looking for that better person. Be that better person.