falling-in-love

I never expected to fall in love. I never expected to float or fall a thousand feet and create the crevice I called my life. But the thing with crevices, there__ always a top and always a bottom. And the feeling of appreciation when you look from the top and understand how fast it can all come crashing down _ it__ more than beautiful and more than words could ever explain.

I don__ believe he deserves the thousands of poems I__e written about him, but life doesn__ follow rules. We do things for people who don__ necessarily deserve it. But we liked it, we loved it and fell in love enough to write about it.

There was no unknown. He loved me and I loved him. There was no question, no doubt, no uncertainty, which perhaps caused us to lose ourselves indefinitely and enter a void so permanent. One where we stood with such confidence, which sounds lovely; but when you believe you have everything, you simply lose everything.

Your eyes are like heavy rain falling from pregnant clouds. With one glance, you washed awaythe poems I chalked on the groundand drowned all my beliefs.Now, I only scribble your name and believe in your truth. I know nothing but you.

When someone says they love you, don__ believe it. Love is shown with actions and not words.

Tell me where the swans go in the winterI need to know if the mute ones can sing.Tell me why stars fall from the skyI need to know if it is luck they bring.Tell me why feathers land near youI need to know if you've injured your wing.Now, tell me where you end, my angelFor I no longer know where I begin.

Loving you was easy. Hating you was hard. Falling out was insane.

I loved you with texture. You loved with a softness. Texture brought detail, softness brought folds. Folds brought creases and creases had secrets.

The greatest thing about me isn__ even a part of me. It__ you.

The beauty was nothing made sense. We were complex. We were intricate. We were designed with flaws which seemed to make everything perfect. But the defining word is seem. We don__ see what__ in front of us until it__ away from us. Until it__ behind us. Until it doesn__ bother us. Sometimes things aren__ perfect, yet they appear to be. Sometimes life doesn__ make sense until it does. But it always does.

believe me when i say this.when you lovesomeone.you can travel the worldin their laugh.

I have loved this world in ways it could never love me back.

I immersed myself in my relationship with my husband, in little ways at first. Dutch would come home from his morning workout and I__ bring him coffee as he stepped out of the shower. He__ slip into a crisp white shirt and dark slacks and run a little goop through his hair, and I__ eye him in the mirror with desire and a sultry smile that he couldn__ miss. He__ head to work and I__ put a love note in his bag__ust a line about how proud I was of him. How beautiful he was. How happy I was as his wife.He__ come home and cook dinner and instead of camping out in front of the TV while he fussed in the kitchen, I__ keep him company at the kitchen table and we__ talk about our days, about our future, about whatever came to mind. After dinner, he__ clear the table and I__ do the dishes, making sure to compliment him on the meal. On those weekends when he__ head outside to mow the lawn, I__ bring him an ice-cold beer. And, in those times when Dutch was in the mood and maybe I wasn__, well, I got in the mood and we had fun.As the weeks passed and I kept discovering little ways to open myself up to him, the most amazing thing happened. I found myself falling madly, deeply, passionately, head-over-heels in love with my husband. I__ loved him as much as I thought I could love anybody before I__ married him, but in treating him like my own personal Superman, I discovered how much of a superhero he actually was. How giving he was. How generous. How kind, caring, and considerate. How passionate. How loving. How genuinely good. And whatever wounds had never fully healed from my childhood finally, at long last, formed scar tissue. It was like being able to take a full breath of air for the first time in my life. It was transformative. And it likely would save our marriage, because, at some point, all that withholding would__e turned a loving man bitter. On some level I think I__ known that and yet I__ needed my sister to point it out to me and help me change.Sometimes it__ good to have people in your life that know you better than you know yourself.

Watching my parents I've learnt a lesson many do not recognize. True love is not signaled by romantic, candle light dinners, red roses glistening with dew, or even Valentine's day celebrations. While these things may accompany our feelings, love is truly more than all those! Love is being with your spouse even when its not pleasing. Sometimes, love is walking down the hall, with your spouse hanging onto your shoulders and walking at a turtle's pace down the hall, just because surgery made life a burden. Love is patient, love is kind, love is Jesus! May we always remember love is not always tied in bows!

She seemed like the kind of woman who would fall in love with the sky.

you are ever the only onei want to giveall the peachesin my heart tothe only one by whomi want them bruised.

I don't throttle and smother people in my life.. Not because I don't have my own fair share of doubts and sometimes, yes, insecurities.. But I have a great deal of confidence in my instincts that I've chosen the right one to trust.. When I trust, I do so with my whole heart..

You rang my heart like a church bell at midnight. Trembling, I awoke to the sweet sound of love.