Write on me…

It was Sunday…and he wrote on me.

Write on me, in the name of love…write on me with your fingertips.

Everything was blank until you draw on me…with your words, touches, looks, tongue…

My body was soaking up everything…and wanted more.

I wasn’t a blank canvas before I met you…i have scares because I have history…still I felt like I was never kissed before, loved before, touched before…

You are making my heart feel things it has never felt before.

I’m completely positive that I will never get a moment like this.

No one has ever gotten me the way you did.

My canvas…and you are the painter. You painted our love all over me….with brushes of passion.

I’m a tremendous canvas…waiting for you to fill with touches.

My canvas yearning for the touch of paint, the taste of lead, the moisture of ink…waiting for you my artist.

I realize I have already been painted, tainted and erased so hard that scratches are seen…it was destined that your hand make me a better work of art…to make me yours. To claim what is yours.

There is something beautiful in canvas…even if it is not blank. The new beggining that is so simple and breathtakingly pure. It’s the paint that changes its meaning and the hand that creates the story. Every piece begin the same, but in the end they are all uniquely different.

Hey painter…help me create something of worth and beauty that marks our journey.

Let’s hold our brush, let’s choose our palette and begin to fill our canvas…we are the artists of our own destiny.

Athough we can’t go back and make a brand new start…we can start from now and make a brand new ending.

Write on me…paint me with thick strokes of love and care.

I won’t lose you now that I finally found you…

I will never give up on him, even though he might think so.

I started loving him not to stop, but to love him forever.

Forever is a long time…and yet, I’ll wait…I trust my love and feelings.

One small crack doesn not mean broken…it means we are put to the test and we didn’t fall apart.

A person that truly loves you will never let you go, no matter how hard the situation is.

I won’t lose someone somewhere who helped me find my confidence again.
I won’t lose someone somewhere that shown me that sometimes the sun isn’t in the sky, but rather in the eyes of someone.
I won’t lose someone who makes me happy and puts my soul on fire.
I won’t lose someone somewhere who means more than a world to me.
I won’t lose someone somewhere…that is my friend, my mate, my half, my smile, my laugh…my everything.

I’m not an expert at relationships. I don’t know how to handel every stumble we’re going to have, and I will never be perfect.
Together we can do it my love.

I’m willing to take chances, to risk it all, and learn everything there is to know.

I won’t give up on us.

I don’t want to look back and think “We could have been magnificient, but we were afraid.” When I look back I want to tell of how fear tried to cheat me out of the best thing in life, and I didn’t let it.

Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream to much…but I won’t give up until I’ve tried, and I won’t regret anything.

I won’t give up on us even if the skies get rough.

I won’t give up on us because the best is yet to be…our hardest laugh, kissing under the waterfall, our greatest day…when you and I become we…our future.

I won’t give up on us…I told you that long time ago. What helds us together is far more important than what might be tearing us apart.

Loving is not running away or giving up…it’s standing and fighting for every moment.

Good things come to those who belive, better things come to those who are patient…the best things come to those who don’t give up.

Don’t give up on those you love. Give them time, give them space, give them love…but don’t give them up.

When someone somewhere comes along who knows the fears you have rooted deep in your past and holds you when you’re feeling scared. Someone somewhere who can’t dance but dances with you anyway. Someone somewhere that sings to you in the car. Someone somewhere that will love any gift you give, even when it’s wrong size and when he loves anything you cook even when it’s burnt (he loves burnt things). Someone somewhere that will make you laugh until you cry, and know exactly what to say to make you smile. Someone somewhere that will leave you feeling helplessly happy as you fall asleep at night.

I won’t give up on that. I won’t give up on us.

I’m not someone who walks away easily.

I’m not going anywhere. I won’t leave. I won’t give up.

I won’t give up on you…so don’t give up on me. Let’s not give up on us.

I won’t lose you now that I finally found you.

Silence is the lack of you..

It’s not the silence that will kill me. It’s the lack of you in the quiet.

“Sometimes silence is the emptiness, the abyss…other times is the light that guide and allow us to belive.”

Some hearts understand each other, even in silence.

And when the silence between two people is comfortable, you know you have found pure love.

In the silence of love one finds the sparks of life.

When there is quiet, my mind is loud.

When it’s silent I talk to him in thousand silent ways.

At that moments I could swear that nothing in this universe can be so heavy as the absence of the one you love, someone somewhere.

The absence of him in my life is like plant without a water, it’s like ship without a sailor, it’s like sunset without a sun…it’s like rainy day without a rain.

Without him…absence never felt so real.

Missing someone somewhere is not about how long it has been since you have seen him or the amount of time since you have talked. It is about those moments when you are doing something and wishing he would be there.

And I find pieces of him in everything.
He is the only person I want to share daily knick knacks with him.

Every piece of me aches for him.

Sometimes all I can do is lie in bad and hope to fall asleep before I fall apart.

I read somewhere that absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.

I know that our love will be inflamed!

Silence isn’t the absence of noise…it’s the absence of you.

To say I miss you is understatment.

Never let the silence convience you that my love for you has quieted.

It’s screaming your name…

Hear what I don’t say. Hear it with your heart.

Remember us…

We carry a piece of us within us. Forever.

I hope when you close your eyes hard you remember our wordless conversations, all quiet smiles and blushed glances.

I hope you remember how I am trying for you to belive in yourself.

I hope you remember me trying to show you your worth and I hope you never lay alone at night and question or doubt your worth.

I hope you always remember and know that you are loved, beyond measure.

I hope you remember all of the absolutely amazing memories.

I hope you remember the feelings.

I hope you remember all the laughters we’ve shared.

I hope you remember me when you are walking down the street…remember that I’m with you, holding your hand like I promised.

I hope you remember us at the first rainbow which comes after every heavy storm.

Remember us so that you remember what is like to feel alive.

When you remember us, it means that we carry something of who we are…it means I have left some mark of who I am on who you are and other way around.

It means that we can summon us back to our mind even though 4700 miles may stand between us.

It means that when our bodies meet again, our souls will be home.

It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.

For as long as we remember us, we are never entirely lost.

When I’m feeling most ghost like, it is your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist.

When I’m feeling sad, it’s my consolation.

Remember me so that you don’t forget me…If you forget, part of who I am will be gone.

I remember you and recall you without effort….

I remember you in everything, every step that I make.

I remember you when I see the light.

I remember you while waking up from the first touch of sunbeams.

I remember you every night before I fall to sleep.

I remember you in my dreams.

..and every moment between waking up and falling to sleep.

I remember!

If you remember anything of me…someday, after I leave this world.

Remember that I love you beyond measure. When my body is gone…remember my heart.

All the relationships have two types of moments.

There are the moments that are beautifully effortless. Then there are moments that require focused hard work. Without the hard work, we do not deserve the effortless moments, and without the effortless moments, the hard work would cease to serve the purpose.

I found someone somewhere who makes me forget about the effort..I found someone somewhere that I see as effortless.

It was instinctive the way I feel for him. Like an effortless intake of breathe.

I found him…who feels natural, who feels like home. Who makes everything worthwhile. He has a great impact on my life.

I remember us!

“I will always remember us this way…”

I wonder how powerful is our memory to you?

Remember us in your prayers.

Carousel…

We will so get on that carousel and ride together! Him and I! Me and him!

Literally and figurative speaking.

You know that old school, old fashion carousel or merry- go- rounds?

When you take a seat on 100 year old carousel that turns to the traditional tunes.

And like in life…it goes up and down, all you gotta do is stay on.

I dreamt about us riding a carousel so many times…us laughing, smiling to each other… us being happy, together.

And all the dreams, wishes, remembering makes my head a carousel of pictures…and the spinning never stops.

And it’s all fun and games, until you fall in love…when you bought a ticket and there is no turning back. Round and round like a horse on carousel… when it’s real, there is no turning back, there is no stepping off.

Falling in love, that’s the roller coaster…the ups and downs, the thrills.

Being in love, that’s the carousel…around and around with music playing.

But staying in love, that’s the maze. There are all the twists and turns and dead ends. One have to keep going, keep trusting.

Sometimes we just have to let life turn upside down, so that we can learn how to live, right side up.

It’s easier when you have someone to hold your hand. It’s easier when there is we and not just you and me.

You don’t give up on the ones you love because the situation is not ideal. Great relationships are not great because because they are easy and have no problems. They’re great because both people care enough about the other person to find a way to make it work.

People who grow together, stay together.

I can’t promise to anybody I will fix the problems, but I can promise you won’t face it them all alone.

Together we are stronger. We are more powerful when we empower each other.

A great relationship happens when two people who truly understand each other and love each other for who they are come together and create something stronger than either of them could be on their own.

Love doesn’t make the world go ‘round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile!

Just remember to enjoy the ride!

I put my trust in you…

When I’m afraid I will put my trust in You. (Psalm 56:3).

I don’t trust easily. So when I tell you “I trust you” don’t break it, don’t make me regret it.

Trust starts with truth and ends with truth.

When one trully trust someone without any doubt, one get one of the two results…a person for life or a lesson for life.

I put my whole trust in you.

Trusting you is my decision. Proving me right is your choice.

To be fully trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved.

You may not always trust the person you love but you can always love the person you trust.

The best prove of love is trust!!!

Don’t broke me for beliving.

My love is unconditional, trust is not.

Loyalty is what makes us trust. Trust is what makes us stay. Staying is what makes us love and love is what gives us hope.

If you want me in your life put me there. I shouldn’t be fighting for a spot.

I’m willing and ready to fight for you and me, for us…I’m willing to fight with world.

I’m willing to fight for everything that we are…that we could, would and will be.

I belive in us. I always did.

Real is so rare these days.

Trust is such a big word….and feelings and hopes behined are even bigger.

I have trust issues and I fully trust you and with that I’m giving you whole new ways to destroy me.

Trust is earned when actions meet words.

I’m giving you, the one I love…honesty, respect, trust, passion and love.

Take care of my heart like you promised..I gave it to you. I’m trusting you.

I just want my heart to be safe in your hands.

I put my trust in you…you are keeper of my soul and holder of my heart.

My kind of jail…

Sunday! Sundays are the hardest.

Sundays bring out all the feelings, cravings, hopes, wishes, belives, fears…Sundays bring out soooo many things from our bucket lists.

We dreamt about our Sundays for so long.
Sundays just for us. Not letting anyone in.

Our kind of jail.

Just the two of us against the rest of the world.

We’re in it together. The pleasures will be ours alone. For the rest of our lives.

I want to cuddle on Sundays, be wrapped up in his arms under a blanket…and just kiss. Not give a damn about the world.

On Sundays when it’s harder…I remember that love is another kind of power. That magic comes from emotions, among other things. And when two people are together, in that intimacy…when they really, selflessly love each other it changes them both. It lingers on in the energy of our lives, even when we are apart.

Maybe we are not perfect, but we are refusing to give up on each other.

We somehow know that being together is what’s going to make us last.

Maybe, just maybe we are not perfect individuals but we are learning. That is beauty in our journey.

Maybe, just maybe we are not perfect individuals but I will strive to remind us of the ways we are perfect for each other.

What is more important is that we feel whole together.

We are alive. We try things. We make mistakes. We stumble. We fall. We get hurt. We rise again. We try again. We keep learning. We keep growing.

And we are thankful for having someone somewhere that is willing to love, without hesitations.

Sundays will be our days to reful our souls…to be grateful that we have each other…we will take a deep breathe and relax because we will know we are finally home. We will enjoy our time, time for us alone…and drink a lot of coffees and wine.

There is always something new to feel and learn about each other…each given Sunday.

Sundays are meant for us.
Sundays and just the two of us.

We all hold the keys to our own jail cells…and on Sundays we will lock in and lost the keys for a day.

That is my kind of jail.