The way we can just cuddle and talk all day tells me that you’re the one for me. Whether you’re mine for just a moment or a lifetime is still unknown, but for now, I want you to be mine.
How are you going to tell me that you’re the best I’ll get?! Darlin, you’re not as cute as you think you are… You’re actually kinda ugly. Get over yourself.
Like our fingers, intertwined,
Our lives are now the same.
From that day of reminiscing on pain,
A new love was gained.
Like our legs, intertwined,
Our hearts are now the same.
With every passing moment they beat as one,
Now my soul is as bright as the sun.
Like our tongues, intertwined,
Our feelings are now the same.
It leaves my body yearning for more,
This love continues to hit me to the core.
Like you and I, intertwined,
We are now the same.
-by Matthew Lux, 2013
If you’re reading this then it must be true, he loves you. beyond the shadow of a doubt. Or else he wouldn’t be giving this to you. I can only hope that you feel the same way about him as he does about you. But I wanted to write you a letter because I wanted you to know one very, very important thing. I’m so glad he’s found you. I only wish that I could be there, somehow, to meet you. Maybe in some ways I am. Outside of my husband and my 2 beautiful children, you are the most important person in the world to me. Because I’m gone they’re yours now. You need to take care of them, make them laugh, hold them when they cry, stand up for them and teach them wrong from right. The thought of you, it gives me hope. Hope that Alex remembers what it feels like to be young and in love. Hope that Josh finds somebody to fish with again. Hope that Lexie has somebody there to help her on her wedding day. I hope that one day my family is whole again. And most of all hope that somehow that I am there with all of you. Watching over all of you. — Safe Haven
Dating isn’t just about two people becoming one.
It’s about breaking down.
To truly love someone, you have to break the other person down.
You have to tear them into pieces so that you can put them together again, only this time, you rebuild them using pieces of yourself.
That’s why breakups are so hard.
You can’t just untangle yourself and walk away.
You have to re-break yourself and give each other the pieces back.
And sometimes that doesn’t happen.
Sometimes you lose a piece to the person and sometimes you keep a piece that belonged to them.
You can’t truly love another until you either get your piece back or give the foreign piece back to the true owner.
You’ll also have pieces that serve the purpose but doesn’t quite fit.
And oh so rarely, you’ll find pieces that fit so well that you can’t see or feel the seams.
I often wonder who will take my pieces and whose pieces I will have.
Will they be a force fit or will they slip easily into place?
Do I intentionally try to avoid giving away my pieces?
Do I unintentionally steal away others?
How will I know when I am complete?