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[sesamebutdifferent]

How I Met My Girlfriend (Part 1)

Yes, my online dating profile really was like that IRL... I know, it's a miracle that my girlfriend still took a chance on liking me :P

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[scatteredrevelations]

12 | 29 | 2017

terrain separates our bodies, but our hearts crashed together when we dripped our souls onto tattered paper. now our ink vows to map out  the terrain. 

[livelaughloveblog-blog1]

My Person

***Sorry for the non-personal photos, still deciding if I want to post those on here or not***

I absolutely ADORE this photo! It perfectly describes me and my husband (and also a major fan of Gajevy!!!) I am forever a bookworm and my husband works for his family constantly so he is always up for a power nap! He is the sweetest person I have ever met while still being a complete butthead!! 

I love telling our story to people because it always reminds me how incredibly lucky I am. You see, our story actually starts with our parents! Both of our moms are Filipino and were born and raised in the Philippines. So I’m pretty sure by now you have guessed that both of our fathers were in the military, the Marine Corps to be exact! My dad was stationed in Okinawa Japan and he met my mom at a restaurant she was working as a waitress through a family friend (who my sister and I consider out uncle! #forevergrateful) and long story short they ended up getting married **however their story is for another post... cause it’s literally a movie** Anyhow, both of our parents ended up meeting each other in Jacksonville, North Carolina! Seeing how our moms were Filipino they were instantly friends! Funny note: me and my husband and both of our sisters were all born in the same hospital! After that, my family moved from NC to FL to Okinawa and then back to NC. During all of that time we kept in touch with each other. My sister and I viewed my husband and his sister as cousins! However, since me and my hubby were only less than a year apart we were always told how we would end up getting married *foreshadowing anyone?* but we always pushed it off. Besides, I was always closer to his sister than him. Especially since we’ve been in NC they moved to the same street as us and lived FIVE houses down! Yea, they saw a lot of me. Honestly, it wasn’t until a couple years ago until I actually started seeing him differently. And of course, it took him having his heartbroken by a girl for me to start feeling differently. Annnd me being the weirdo I am, tried to match him up with a friend and THANKFULLY it didn’t work out! Not that she’s not amazing, but I was able to go on our fun quirky little dates afterwards thanks to that. It’s funny how everything works out.

Guess I’ll end here for now... But Lord knows that I am forever thankful for this man.

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Ignace Pelott and his wife Rosalin had a love story unlike any other. bit.ly/skeletonroundisland #history #historygeek #lovestory #howwemet

[sesamebutdifferent]

How I Met My Girlfriend (Part 2)

After a few weeks of endless messaging/texting, Poppy and I finally met in person!

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[yunaifs]

| November 2018 |

Signs of Life

It was the afternoon of Sabbath

In a four-cornered room,

Signs of life were singing

So blessings will come soon.

But one flower stood lifeless,

For no music can make it bloom.

Until a dazzling sound of piano

Started playing a tune.

The piano's played by a man

Whose heart is like no other.

And so the rhythm of the instrument

Is as wonderful as its owner.

The musician kept on playing

Until the piano learns to sing

And the man knew the piano well

And the joy that it could bring.

Songs of grace were to be heard

Coming from this instrument

But still the flower remained lifeless,

Almost ready to lose its scent.

The piano kept on playing

For days and months and years,

Quite unsure of what's beyond

That sometimes it sings with tears.

The flower itself knew

That its petals would start to wither,

Like the roots from beneath

Die from the thirst of water

Roots cannot be seen

For in the deeeper ground it is hidden.

But the voice of the piano

Has lessen the flower's burden

The music of the piano

Made the flower wants to live.

It told about the musician

And everything He could give.

But the flower is too afraid

For it is not ready to forgive.

Forgive the other signs of life

For the burden that made her grieve.

Still the instrument kept on singing,

Trusting the musician's plan.

And this time, the flower was willing

To have a little light from the sun.

It knew what it needed:

Some daylight and some water,

And the piano showed the life-giving well

That its Master wants to offer.

The flower is still afraid

But it drank the water with trust,

And the piano patiently waited

Until the day has come at last.

The flower begins to sway

As the piano starts to play.

And as they grow together,

Tears were sent away.

Now the piano sings,

And the flower dance.

Finally, another signs of life

Have given love a chance.

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