#4100 miles

[justcallmerynn]

Hij is en man

Een jongen eat de appel

Een...... What in the shit?! How do you pronounce that?! How do you spell that?

Meanwhile she is learning Spanish through English. I feel like such a knuckle dragger.

[justcallmerynn]

When you see your girl all dolled up but can't be by her side

[justcallmerynn]

De vrouw is lekker.

Lekkerding ♥️♥️♥️ nommomnomnom.

[justcallmerynn]

So this past few days have been a crazy turn of events. Then I see her face and I feel like my core self unravels. Almost 3 years and I realize I am at least as in love with her as I was when it smacked me like a ton of bricks.

I don't want to stop fighting for her, but she has to fight for herself, has to want to fight for herself. The fear I have the most is that she has to figure out if she even wants to fight for it in the first place.

The push and pull, the inner turmoil, the fear of loss and the empty sensation she gets. She has no idea of the inner or outer beauty she possesses with all of the chaos she hides with calm.

I can walk away without her, my heart could heal but damn I don't want to. It's not something I want to come to that. If that chaos wills it, I've lost her anyway and there is no more reason to fight. I can't hurt myself over this anymore. There is a point I have to realize I have taken great strides forward only to turn back and see she has possibly regressed behind.

I have to give her one last chance before turning forward to keep getting better.

My biggest dream is that she recovers, not for me but for herself. To walk side by side as equals. Quite possibly stumbling or falling along the way. Picking each other up if need be but always striving to do it independently. I want to see her fly.

Jij bent de liefde van mijn leven.

-Your living, breathing Danse.

[justcallmerynn]

[justcallmerynn]

Bujo!

I love this word.

[justcallmerynn]

[justcallmerynn]

She is still one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.