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โYou donโt have to have it all figured out to move forwards.โ
โ Unknown
Exactly the way my little Star would cuddle next to me.
โ Sarah Williams
๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐๐๐ฒ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฐ๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐ญ ๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐, ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ก ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ฌ; ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐งโ๐ญ ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ.
๐๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ก ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ค ๐ฐ๐ ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ง.
๐๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ, ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ฐ๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐ ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฐ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ข๐: โ๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซโ; ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ฌ.
excerpts from a book Iโll never write
Dearest Charlie,
I donโt know what I wish for more. That I could tell him I love him or that he loved me. Iโm getting neither and it hurts.
SAS
Love.
I love her and Iโll die before I give up on our love. Something this special shouldnโt be abandoned.ย
by Rainey Zimmermann
Head and the Heart.
What it comes down to is a painful happiness.ย
Seeing the days go by without aย โlikeโ or a text, snapchat or call just feels like a deep exhale. Genuinely Iโm happy for her. She must be doing well. Iโm sure she's becoming just like her friend group, out and about for holidays and working hard when she's not hanging with her roommate and best friend.ย
The days used to bring me stress and longing for her but lately, itโs becoming clear that Iโm not even sure who she is anymore. I romanticized our relationship for so long that the person she presented to me wasn't even who she really was and that left me with an image of a person that wasnโt the girl I was with. Worst part about that is, all I have ever wanted was her true self. And now, she is free to do it. Sadly I have a hunch that she's just doing herย โrelationship chameleonโ thing in a social way, but at least she's happy and truly, thatโs all I've wished for on every 11:11.ย
Am I lonely at night? Yes of course. Am I afraid to be alone for the rest of my life? Not at all. She will always be someone Iโve been in love with, but itโs not the end of my life if she never comes home. In truth, I donโt want what we had any longer. I want something real. Something mature. Something new. Admittedly with her, but who knows? Time to let it all flow down stream and just let the universe balance out. Just like my wrist reminds me every day.ย
Encore, encore.
Itโs been an amazing few years filled with turmoil, heartbreak, love, fascination, drama, excitement, new ideas both good and bad, and so much more. Now as I look back at this blog which has served as a reminder of who I once was, I notice so many similarities to who I am today.ย
Itโs almost as if I was one way, added things by being influenced by others, and then stripped them back and now have returned to my true self.ย
You see, there was a time when I would write poetry to a girl who wasnโt mine but I wanted her to be mine. There was a time when she consumed my thoughts and the smell of her walking past my college window was enough to make my heart flutter. For years all I wanted was her. But then something changed. I got her.ย
Finally I earned her and once I had her I shifted my focus inward. See, in my head I saw that I had achieved something. Now I had her so that was the end. I didn't need to do much to maintain it. I loved her and thatโs all there was to it.ย
I was wrong.ย
But still, days turned into months and months turned into a year of us being together amongst fighting and arguments due to differences in how we saw situations. Now I sit here again, looking at the same MacBook Pro that I started this blog with longing to be with that same girl.ย
Sure, this blog was originally written to pass the time between seeing my ex-girlfrined. Sure, I started it when I was a mere 19 years old. But the thing that never changed was my Star. She shines brighter than any light, dazzling in the night sky that consumed me.ย
The difference is now that star burns brighter. She learned to be strong and because of that she has pushed me away as to learn how to be on her own. That may hurt worse than anything Iโve ever had to endure - and Iโve endured a lot.ย
Itโs of no matter now to her that this old owl is ruffling his feathers again. She does not understand how I feel for her, that it isnโt just because she left. Itโs not something driven by loss or heartache. This is a feeling I have always had, just not one that I knew I should express. Immature maybe, but nevertheless how I feel.ย
One day I hope she finds her love for the eyes that keep watch in the night. That she may accept my request ofย โone last chance to never let her feel anything less than loved.โย
Star, if youโre hurting, let me be your nurse. Give us the opportunity to heal and I promise you Iโll never let this happen again.ย
You matter to me.
Sarah Bareilles, Jason Mraz.
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Once you would ask me if I would write about you the way I wrote about her. Guess itโs all different and yet still the same. Except the roles flipped-flopped like our sandals in the sand. I guess you could say that I do but I never did it with ink.
My words spilled ink across the virtual page for her, sure this is true, But for you my pen was my head and the space on the pillow was where I constructed love songs called, โUs.โ How could it be wrong for the sun and the moon? Are we meant to keep in orbit like magnets longing for the other when the universe tells us no?
So not all poems rhyme. So not everything said needs words to express. But you give me the jitters After all this time.
I sang to you and melted the night sky You danced to my words and brought them to life. Hold me now. Donโt stop shaking. Without Rhythm Who Am I?
Without a songโฆ. Without an orchestraโฆ Donโt you see? You were every line, beat, and the meter that held me together.
My Sydphony.
In My Darkest Hour.
This tumblog (as they used to be called) was started as a way for me to find beauty and innocence in the world around me. Whether it be because I was lonely, in a surreal mood or just bored and needed to escape from reality. It was an escape.ย
I created this towards the end of my senior year of high school. It has since seen bliss, heartbreak and everything in between. And as all things must, this too shall pass.ย
My heart has never felt so heavy. I'll never be the same person that I was. Our scars tell our stories, but the mistakes we made that caused those scars will never make us who we are.ย
An honest sense of hopelessness in who I am. Perhaps someday I'll start it up again. Then again, tomorrow might never come.ย
This will be my final transmission.ย