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.

I’ll help you fly…I’ll be your wind

Your wings already exists, you just need to use them and fly. Give up everything that weights you down.

Until you spread your wings you will have no idea how far you can fly and remember

a broken wing can’t stop you from flying.

I’ll give you wind in your wings..but I will also give you reasons to stay.

Fly…touch the rainbow, play in the clouds, chase the wind…

You weren’t given wings to see the world from the ground.

What good are wings without the courage to fly.

Each of us have a pair of wings, but only those who dream learn to fly.

Don’t let anybody give you wind to fly and then decide your limit. Don’t let no one to make you walk, when you want to fly.

You can’t put a limit on anything. The more you dream, the farther you get.

The bad news is that time flies, the good news is you’re the pilot.

You fall, you raise, you make mistakes, you live, you learn. You are human after all, perfect in your own way. You’ve been hurt but you are alive.

Think of what a special privilege it is to be alive…to breathe, to think, to enjoy and to chase the things you love.

Sometimes there is sadness in our journey, but there are things that keep us going. We must put one foot in front of the other even when we hurt…walking faster when we can and taking power to take off, to fly…otherwise we will never know what is waiting for us.

And someone somewhere is waiting for you.

A bird sitting on a tree is never afraid of the brench breaking, because her trust is not on the branch but on it’s own wings. Always belive in yourself.

You don’t need to explain or justify your feelings, just trust your own inner guidence, it knows best.

Follow your soul it knows a way.

I hope you belive in yourself as much as I belive in you.

Come fly with me. Wear your scars lile wings.

If you fall..I promise I will be there to catch you.

This is his island…

This is his island…and this is a place I’m willing and would love to live till the end of time. With him!

This is the island where I’m willing to find my favourite coffee place, favourite bench, spot on the beach, favourite grocery shop, celebrate Christmas, watch New year fireworks, complete my dreams and bucket list,…

This is his island that he love so much… I love this island too, because of him and because all the beauty around.

I know that wherever he is…wherever we will be together…it is home.

Two people that love eachother make a place, a house, an island…home!

Together we make home. Him and I. Me and him.

This is his island…island of eternal spring, green floating island in the middle of the Atlantic ocean.

This is his island…island full of culture, amazing hiking possibilities, breath taking places and delectable gourmet food.

This is his island…right in the middle of the Atlantic, this island is a haven of natural beauty. The exotic colours of the flowers stand out from among the blue sea and the emerald green vegetation. This is an archipelago where two thirds are a protected area and where the largest Laurisilva forest in the world is located.

This is his island…where there is such a naturally welcoming environment, balance and well-being are taken for granted.

This is his island…island that is one of the most beautiful islands I know, for a long time the beauty of this island has conquered the world and today the island is also part of many tourists who lived here unforgettable moments.

This is his island…where there is magic in those mountains, on those slopes and in that sea.

This is his island and it is so hard to put into words the uniqueness of it and its nature. The volcanic nature of the island cossets away most of the island’s beaches behind its high cliffs, but instead offering spectacular viewpoints onto the ocean, lush forests that hide incredible animal and plant species as well as many hidden locations waiting to be uncovered.

This is his island…place that I would love to call home.

With him it would be home…place where my heart is full and my soul is understood.

I knew I loved him with all my being when home went from being a place to being a person.

I feel more at home in his arms than I ever did in any house.

A someone somewhere that one can call home is more precious than all the earthy possessions and wealth in the world.

Place where you feel free and at home at the same time.

Home isn’t 4 walls, it’s 2 eyes and a heartbeat.

This is his island…a place to call home.

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Path we choose…

By choosing our path, we choose our destination.

And over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley.

We should always choose the path that scares us the most, that is the path that is going to help us grow. Don’t let other people choose your path for you. Deep down you know the right way to go, so do the right thing and follow your heart.

»I won’t tell you that the world matters nothing. The world matter far too much. But there are moments when one has to choose between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, completely or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands. Choose.« Oscar Wilde

Everything you do is based on the choices you make. It’s not your parents, your past relationship, your job, the economy, the weather, an argument or your age that is to blame.

You and only you are responsible for every decision and choice you make. And even though a choice is different it doesn’t mean it’s wrong.

I wish we would all choose path that is harder but it feels right, than choosing the easiest one that doesn’t.

Destiny is not the path given to us, but the path we choose ourself.

And path with no obstacles, probably doesn’t lead anywhere.

The obstacles in our path are path. Every time we stretch beyond our resistance and our fear, we make a choice for life. Every time we choose love, we choose life…and we find that fear loses its grip on us.

We should choose wisely and believe in path we have chosen, it’s why we were given a choice.

Let’s choose the path that will take us to who we want to be, who we want to become.

Walking through unknown is scary, but knowing what is waiting for you there…it’s worth it.

Stepping onto new path is difficult, but not more difficult than remaining in situation, which is not nurturing to the whole being.

And when choosing the path of life, choose wisely who are you going to share it with…because at the end if you want to go fast, go alone… if you want to go far, go together.

I choose to walk the path together with my someone somewhere. Lean on me and let us walk life path together.

Let’s follow our path for us!

Hand in hand. Side by side. Together through the path of life.

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Listening the same song….

It all comes down to sharing life with someone who listens the same song.

It all comes down to sharing life with someone who knows lyrics to the song your soul is singing.

The music will tell you more about someone than one ever will.

Meeting him was like listening to a song for the first time and knowing it would be my favourite.

I find pieces of him in every song I listen to and suddenly all the love songs are about him.

There comes a time when I can’t explain how I feel, but I can find a song that can.

Music is what feelings sound like.

When you’re happy, you enjoy music. But when you’re sad, you understand the lyrics.

Listening the same song means that you found that special soul. It means it is a feeling beyond your imagination. It means that you found someone somewhere that took every ounce of you, that you adore that person beyond.

You feel your whole heart melt for that person. That special beautiful soul brings joy, laughter, calmness and so much inspiration, that you see hope in front of you.

You know you are in love. You are falling…and keep falling.

You see future with that person.

You want to marry that person… even thoug you thought you won’t be marrying. And when the right one comes… you just know.

You want that him and you become we.

You know that you found your other half with who you are going to share your earphones with and listen to the same song.

When you find someone somewhere knowing their weaknesses and not taking advantage of them. Knowing their flaws, fears and accepting who they are.

It’s about the person who is not just perfect fit but who is mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

It’s about the person that you are letting to hold your future in their hands.

It’s about the person that nothing can compete with them. Others can only attempt to fill a void.

It’s about one person that understands dustiest corners of your mixed-up soul.

Passion and sex aren’t enough to build something that will feel right for a lifetime. There is so much more to it than that.

A relationship that feels right isn’t between two people who share interests, it’s between people who share priorities, dreams and bucket list.

All it takes is one song to bring back thousand memories.

When you walk into a house and music sounds like the voice of the soul…you suddenly know you are home.

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Making memories…

A million feelings. A thousand thoughts. A hundred memories. One person.

We can close eyes to reality but not to memories.

And sometimes it only takes song or a tiny detail to bring back a thousand memories.

And sometimes we will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.

One of the reasons why we probably hold onto memories so tight is because memories are the only things that don’t change…when everybody else does.

And I have to admit I’m hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place…the best thing about memories is making them.

I’m walking down the memory lane because I love running into him.

My best memories are the ones we make together, the ones we made together…. The ones that we will remember for the rest of our lives. We made memories together to preserve it forever…

Sometimes, happy memories hurt the most.

Even if days won’t allow us to see each other, memories will, and if my eyes can’t see him, my heart will never forget him.

When we get to the end of our lives, the house we had, the cars we drove, the things we posessed won’t matter. What will matter is that you had someone to love, that you were love dan that you made memories together.

The most beautiful things in life are not just things. They ‘re people and places, memories and pictures. They’re feelings and moments and smiles and laughter.

Every day, day by day create precious memories together. Day by day discover new things to enjoy about each other. Day by day strenghten a relationship that defines forever.

Some days I wish I could go back in life, not to change things, just to feel couple of things twice.

Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.

Memories are the architecture of our identity.

We should take care of all our memories because you cannot relive them.

Let’s live for the beautiful moments that will make heartwarming memories.

Making memories with him is my favourite thing to do.

I never want to stop making memories with him.

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We knew it before we said it…

I think a lot of people don’t understand what true love and romance is.

Anyone can buy flowers, candy and jewelry, there’s no true love in that.

The truly lovable things in life are those little things you do every day to show you care, and that you’re thinking of them.

It’s going out of your way to make someone somewhere happy.

It’s about the way one holds your hand when knowing you are scared. Or how you saved he last piece of cake for him.

It’s about the random text in the middle of the day, just to say you are thinking of him.

It’s about the way he stops to kiss you when he passes by.

It’s about dedicating his favourite song to him, and letting him eat your fries…

It’s about him telling you are beautiful even when you are in sweats, with hair in the bun and no makeup.

It’s about putting your favourite show on pause so that he can tell you about his day.

It’s about slow dancing in the living room and kissing in the rain.

Love isn’t about buying, it’s about giving. True love are the gestures.

It’s about the one person whose love is powerful enough to motivate you to meet your soul, to do the emotional work of self-discovery, of awakening.

It’s about us falling asleep to the sound of each other’s breaths. It’s about giving an earbud so he could hear everything I was listening to.

It’s about giving smiles. It’s about how I smiled under the sheets at night knowing he is there.

It’s about how you held the door for me and how I could feel you loved me just by looking at me.

It’s about the way you combed my hair back.

It’s about pouring whole heart…it’s about closing eyes hard and allowing our souls to meet and letting spirit got on us knees and surrendering everything to each other.

It’s about the memories, it’s about our memories…and I wouldn’t dare let someone else take them.

It’s about pure love we give…in words, thoughts, in emotions…and in soul. It’s about giving without hesitation. Giving something breakable and hoping they won’t break it.

Him and I, we didn’t just find love, we are love.

Love beyond love.

The kind of love that will outlive our bodies.

 

Truly… there is only one happiness in life…to love and to be loved.

We knew it before we said it….

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