The Lover (1992)
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The Lover (1992)
a note from love
to put it simply
you're the song that my heart sings
the melody i've spent my entire life trying to find
to say that you're everything i've ever wanted would be an understatement
it would be an injustice
because you're not just everything i've ever wanted
you're so much more
you're everything i don't deserve
but everything i need
it's hard to describe exactly how i feel for you
because the words don't exist
but i promise you as long as i live
i will spend the rest of my life by your side
caring for you, loving you, protecting you
trying to find the words to say
because you are my absolute everything
the stars in the sky
the brightness after the rain
the love of my life
my whole entire world and then some
i don't know what I did to deserve you,
but I promise you i'll spend the rest of my life
being the man that you deserve
because you deserve nothing less than the absolute best
i will not stop
i will not falter
because i've never cared about anyone like i care about you
i've never loved anyone like i love you
because you are absolutely everything to me
i am in love with you
now and forever
until the end of time
i'll love you
All I want to do is hold you; petting your hair and massaging you into peace.
I want to pay attention to how your eyes flutter closed. I want to feel your breathing steady in my lap. My heart skips a beat each time your expression loosens. I know I'll hear the faintest beginnings of a snore coming soon.
You are adorable, to me. There's nothing more precious in this world than you. . .You are my greatest present. These moments I will cherish forever.
I pray for more time to be peaceful with you. I pray for us us to always be safe and happy. I pray for your relaxation. I hope to be there as you subdue.
'As long as I get to hold you, as you sleep. . .
- candlitpeppermintcarnival
I suck at displaying my emotions with you. I do. And I hate it.
So here.
You know when you have a really really great dream, and you’re super happy, and then you kinda wake up halfway, and drift back off to sleep, hoping to keep the dream? You know the feeling when you get that awesome dream back immediately and continue with it? Yeah. That feeling.
When you have to take a walk, run or bike ride somewhere and the sun is shining, and it’s warm, but not too hot, and the grass is really green and the bees are buzzing? That happiness.
When it’s a cool night, and there is a huge storm brewing outside, and thunder clangs, and you snuggle deep down in the warm covers? That safeness.
When you’re in a crowded place, and you smile at a little kid, and their face lights up and they get a huge grin? THAT.
That is how you make me feel.
-letters to crushes (http://letterstocrushes.com/letter/28530)
I will always choose you, even on the days we don‘t understand each other.
To Be With You Always
A love letter from Nadia (The Arcana) to the Apprentice (500 words):
My dearest,
This evening, as we watched the sunset from my balcony, I was struck by the depths of my affection for you. I pen them so that you may know of the fullness of my devotion to you.
A Love Letter to Type 2
To Everybody’s Caretaker,
I know that you so often feel lost—so often feel worthless—and as though those around you do not really need or cherish your love, but that logic is flawed. You are not a transaction, and others’ love for you does not come at a price.
You, my little snickerdoodle, so often focus your energies on your friends and partners that you can only somehow see their strengths and not your own, but let me tell you, this kindness does not make you weak. Your supportive nature does not make you simple. And your compassion does not make you so easy to take advantage of.
Although…you are easy to take advantage of. But, that is not your fault. You trust and you give and you try, and it is not a reflection of your nature when people misuse you. It is not a reflection of your nature when others are greedy and abusive.
You, instead, are responsible for your own shine—and shine, you do. Only, not frequently and long-lasting enough because you always find yourself falling back into old habits. Self-care, instead, falls to the wayside, and you begin tending again to your little community.
You over-extend. You find yourself growing tired, and you feel selfish for feeling fatigued—guilty for not having the energy to carry on the way you have been. You pour from an empty cup. You do not know when you last ate, but you remind your friends to drink some water. You do not have a therapy session booked because you just “can’t find the time,” but you tell your friends to take their medicine. As your ability to cater wavers, you think, “I just have to do this one last act, and then I’ll have earned the time to rest.” But you never rest.
Darling one, you cannot best take care of anyone else if you do not first start taking care of yourself. Rest is productive, and it needn’t be earned by acts of selflessness and generosity. Rather, your body must be given time to recharge. You, and that soft way of thinking of yours, must be given time to reset; you must allow yourself this. And if you don’t, you are going to crumble. I know that you know this because you’ve been falling apart all along.
But I am here to piece you back together again. I am here to show you that the love you give to everyone else can be shared with you, too. And even if I do not last, even if I cannot uphold this forever, please know that your capacity to love resides within you; It is not the byproduct of the people you are serving, and when it comes down to it, please remember that you are capable of giving yourself the type of love that you deserve, even if no one else can or does.
With the gentleness and ferocity that is housed within us both,
r.h.
P.S. You don’t always have to shoulder everyone else’s problems, and it is not self-centered to take care of your own needs before you make yourself weary taking care of others.
Song: Two by Sleeping At Last
Song: I Want You to Want Me by Letters to Cleo
“I think a part of me will always be a little bit in love with you.”
— from “things i never told you” // m.e.k.
i guess love is seeing anything even remotely close to someone and instantly thinking about them, like your eyes are always trying to find a piece of them in everything you see
Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera
The first time I saw you, I loved you on instinct, like a muscle memory with no previous history. It felt to me as if you became my sole purpose of existence, if only for a moment.
…i feel so close to you yet so far away and i just don’t know what to do with myself. your eyes are a whole sea i want to get lost in. your soul is extraterrestrial, cosmic. i can feel the wildfire in you. you have not shown me it, but your willpower shows it. you’re a waterfall, strong yet calming. never in my life have i been so fascinated with a human before. and yet, i feel almost illegitimate, having only known you through this little computer. but yet, and this makes even myself uncomfortable to admit, i want to spend my life with you. it would be hard, yes. and yet, it would also be the easiest thing i’ve ever done…
I wanna be kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and
“I respect a man that respects me when I’m not around”
— (via fear–kills–everything)