He was charismatic, magnetic, electric.

Maria. A law student who enjoys reading and drinks too much tea. "I'm not in love with you, I'm in love with the idea of you...And frankly, that is the worst way to love someone." I'll follow you from my main blog mcgayness

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why john f kennedy didn't love jackie

He did though. He loved her very much ok

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now imagine these 2 together…

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she stayed the whole time on his side on this day 

they observed the yacht race 

when they looked into the eyes 

  you only saw real love and passion!

which they had for each other 

this love was very big

<3

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For her 50th birthday in July 1979, 18-year-old John F. Kennedy, Jr. wanted to give his mother something extra special. Following the example of his father - who would not only select breathtaking ready-made jewels for his young wife, but would also envision and personally oversee the creation of beautifully elaborate special pieces for her - JFK Jr. walked into Van Cleef & Arpels that summer and had them design this stunning, symbolic ring.

Dubbed Shades of the Sea on account of the beautiful blue-hued stones that adorn it, Jackie’s son explained the deep symbolism that defined the design of the ring as he presented the precious gift to his tearful, overwhelmed mother. He had specifically chosen blue stones to signify the Kennedys’ enduring love of the ocean. The two flawless sapphires together in the center represented his mother and father; the lighter colored sapphires adjacent on either side of the center stones represented him and his big sister Caroline; and the two sparkling aquamarines adjacent to these stones represented his baby brother, Patrick, who tragically died two days after birth, and the firstborn Kennedy child, Arabella, who was stillborn. 

Throughout her life, Jackie firmly maintained that she and JFK had not two, but *four* children - and this gorgeous ring echoed that sentiment. She wore it often for the rest of her life, alongside the one ring she never took off: her wedding band from John F. Kennedy.

:’) 

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"It is nearly a year since he has been gone. On so many days - his birthday, an anniversary, watching his children running to the sea - I have thought, “But this day last year was his last to see that.” He was so full of love and life on all those days. He seems so vulnerable now, when you think that each one was a last time. Soon the final day will come around again - as inexorably as it did last year. But expected this time.

It will find some of us different people than we were a year ago. Learning to accept what was unthinkable when he was alive, changes you. I don’t think there is any consolation. What was lost cannot be replaced.

Someone who loved President Kennedy, but who had never known him, wrote to me this winter: “The hero comes when he is needed. When our belief gets pale and weak, there comes a man out of that need who is shining - and everyone living reflects a little of that light - and stores some up against the time when he is gone.”

Now I think that I should have known that he was magic all along. I did know it - but I should have guessed it could not last. I should have known that it was asking too much to dream that I might have grown old with him and see our children grow up together.

So now he is a legend when he would have preferred to be a man. I must believe that he does not share our suffering now. I think for him - at least he will never know whatever sadness might have lain ahead. He knew such a share of it in his life that it always made you so happy whenever you saw him enjoying himself. But now he will never know more - not age, nor stagnation, nor despair, nor crippling illness, nor loss of any more people he loved. His high noon kept all the freshness of the morning - and he died then, never knowing disillusionment. “…he has gone… Among the radiant, ever venturing on, Somewhere, with morning, as such spirits will.”* He is free and we must live. Those who love him most know that “the death you have dealt is more than the death which has swallowed you.””

—- Jacqueline Kennedy, Look, November 1964

*John Masefield, “On The Finish Of The Sailing Ship Race.”

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Wow

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Heeheh yessss

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True Love  <3

"Jack was the love of my life. No one will ever know a big part of me died with him.”

Jacqueline Kennedy

Jackie is forever enshrined in my heart. Thanks Mom and Dad for making me worthy of her.”

JFK

The real Love of Jackie´s life ! <3

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"Dr. Frank Finnerty was a thirty-seven-year-old cardiologist and professor of medicine at Georgetown University….In the spring of 1961, during a visit to Bobby’s home at Hickory Hill, Jackie got lured into one of the family touch football games she usually avoided. While trying to catch a pass, she tripped and sprained her ankle. Bobby asked Finnerty to treat her, and Jackie was taken with his warm and straightforward manner. When she called the following week to report on her progress, "she startled me by asking if I would mind if she called me once in a while, just to talk, to get an independent opinion," recalled Finnerty. Thus began an unusual sub rosa friendship conducted solely by telephone over the next two years…"I was like a therapist for her," said Finnerty.

"The Kennedy marriage was designed, in Jackie’s words, as “a relationship between a man and a woman where a man would be the leader and a woman be his wife and look up to him as a man.” That construct extended to the bedroom, where his pleasure was paramount. She wondered why the president made love to her so quickly, without any concern for her pleasure. It was all about him, and she felt left out. “He just goes too fast and falls asleep,” she complained.

"Dr. Finnerty came up with a solution. He scripted a discussion that Jackie might have with the president, suggesting ways that their lovemaking might be more mutual. Finnerty coached her to speak matter-of-factly and use precise descriptions of what she wanted, specific advice about helping Kennedy to make sex more enjoyable for her by engaging in foreplay, and of how she might also be able to enhance the president’s enjoyment.

"Thus fortified, Jackie nervously broached the subject to JFK over dinner one night. As the president listened in amazement, his usually shy and sexually inhibited young wife told him precisely what she wanted from him in bed. When he asked how she could speak so authoritatively, she told him a priest in confession had recommended she consult her obstetrician, who had suggested several very descriptive books.

"The president was impressed. He “never thought she would go to that much trouble to enjoy sex,” Finnerty would later recall.

"Jackie reported to Finnerty that their sexual relations became very satisfying as a result."

#DYING #Erm I need to go pour a bucket of ice water over myself now #Uhmmm I think a good theme song for them is “I wanna sex you up” #OMG gaaaah

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[k3nn3dys]

Ugh

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When they got to the White House, they fell in love all over again. —Oleg Cassini  

They were so much alike.  Even the names — Jack and Jackie: two halves of a single whole.  They were both actors and they appreciated each other’s performance. —Lem Billings  

Jack was the love of my life. No one will ever know a big part of me died with him. — Jackie  

Of all the women I’ve ever known, there was only one I could have married — and I married her. —Jack  

There was a growing tenderness.  I think their marriage was really beginning to work at the end. — Roswell Gilpatric

I should have guessed that it would be too much to grown old with him and see our children grow up together.  So now he is a legend, when he would have preferred to be a man. — Jackie

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"Do you think that God would separate me from my husband if I killed myself? I feel as though I am going out of my mind at times. Wouldn’t God understand that I just want to be with him?"

— Jacqueline Kennedy, April 28, 1964 

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"After my mom died, there was so much written about her fashion and her style and all that, and I felt that one of the most important parts of her was missing, her real intellectual curiosity."

— Caroline Kennedy

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Jacqueline Kennedy, 1964.

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She looks so tired. So tired of being sad but she’s so strong she knows she has to be as brave as possible

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"That extraordinary, gallant woman - Jack’s only love. He would have been so proud of you today." —Edward Kennedy’s toast to Jackie at Caroline Kennedy’s wedding, July 1986

At that moment, all eyes present fell on Jackie, who was reduced to tears by her brother-in-law’s heartrending words. Because regardless of whatever else had happened in the ensuing years after Dallas, she had never recovered from the loss of the love of her life - nor did she ever expect to. She had forced herself to learn how to live without him, and although she persevered to carry on with the permanent burden of an irreparably broken heart, becoming adept at keeping her immense grief and torment deeply tucked away within the innermost core of her being, his absence still shattered her soul until the end of her own life. And so, mere weeks before her death, as she gazed at the beautiful Toni Frissell prints of her wedding to JFK from 40 years earlier, as she gazed at the simple gold band he had placed on her left ring finger that day - the emblem of their love, which she kept wearing until her final breath - she reminisced, finding tremendous comfort in the knowledge that soon, she was finally going to rejoin her beloved soulmate, the love of her life who was so cruelly wrenched away from her arms some three decades prior.

"Her final words were to Caroline and John; she told them, 'Don't cry for me. I'm going to be with your father now.’ “ —Pastor C. Bernard Ruffin, historical biographer

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November 22, 1963;

"I helped John get ready for bed, brush his teeth, and say his prayers. Caroline had done the same on her own. And when it came time for me to tuck her into bed, I’d begun to read a story to her but my eyes kept welling with tears and eventually I couldn’t hold them in any longer. Caroline looked to me, so concerned. ‘What’s wrong, Miss Shaw? Why are you crying?’ I pulled her into my lap, and said, ‘There’s something very sad I have to tell you.’ I tried to tell her as best I could—what happened in Dallas without being too morbid—and she cried her heart out. I was frightened she’d choke on her tears… she broke my heart. I stayed with her until eventually she cried herself to sleep and left her door ajar in case she’d had any terrors. That next morning, she’d crept into my room and crawled into bed with me—she was so sad, so pale. She said she’d gone into her father’s room, but he wasn’t there… And that along the way to my room, she’d seen a photo of her father’s face on the New York Times, and I just knew she understood the significance of that photograph. I held her tight, and we said a little prayer, and then she slipped into a much needed slumber.” —Maud Shaw