in a hundred words.

I always thought I’d miss you when you leave.

I prepared myself for it. I thought of days when I wouldn’t hear your voice. I wondered how long it would take me to forget how much I loved the way you laughed.

But it’s been a while since you’ve left and I find that when I try to think of the way your eyes crinkle when you smiled, it’s like looking through a hazy mirror.

I’m forgetting you slowly, bit by bit. Piece by piece.  

What I wasn’t prepared for was how much my heart feels lighter for it.

Keep telling yourself that someday you’ll find someone who will ask you out sometimes to a nice dinner, not for the food but to see you get excited to dress up. Someday you’ll find someone who will remember that you like red roses and white roses and stargazers. Someday you’ll find someone who will spend time with you whether it’s steak on the table or a fastfood sundae with two spoons.

Just…someday you’ll find someone and you will be the light in each others’ worlds. But for now, your light isn’t any less dull, so keep on shining for yourself. 

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In a matter of hours on Friday, Typhoon Haiyan completely devastated parts of the central Philippines. It was one of the strongest storms ever recorded. The death toll is estimated up to 10,000 with hundreds of thousands more displaced. The country has declared a “state of calamity.”

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It was in the warm sunshine that dimpled through the grass and the trees,

It was in the smooth touch of sunkissed skin on rough sand,  

It was in the fiery sunset behind trees and clouds but easily seen from gauze curtains,

It was in the laughter over finally being together

It was in the cool breeze and the sound of rain on the rooftop,

It was in the quiet candlelight,

It was in the glow of light from a lantern on shining eyes and smiling faces,

It was in the wonderment that it actually, finally happened.

We are golden.  ©

rainydaysandsunsets:

First, you count days.

You count down, from days to hours to minutes. Then it happens—it blissfully happens—and it seems cruel that time should be so fleeting but in an instant, it is over. Then you count up.

You count days. Days turn into weeks. Weeks turn into months. Before you know it,…

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You don’t look at me at first, and continue typing. After a minute, I began to think that maybe you hadn’t heard me. But then you turn to me, staring at a spot somewhere behind my shoulder.

“One day, you wake up and you’ll realize that the sky will have turned from gray to blue. Or summer into winter. But she was always there. She always was and will and she finally got your heart. And you’ll never be the same when you know you want her to stay.”

Your gaze finally meets mine. Silence. And then I understand.

By now, I think I have it all memorized.

The way you purse your lips when you’re deep in thought,

The way you gracefully slouch when you’re tired,

The way you can never laugh like a decent human being,

The way your voice changes when you’re worried or angry,

The way your eyelashes line up when you close your eyes,

The way you run your fingers through your hair to mess it up just so,

The way you never watch where you’re going,

The way you’ll probably always be oblivious to some things,

Including the way I memorized you.

I bought this book with you.

I don’t think you’d remember, nor do I think you’d find it particularly significant because your mind was somewhere else as usual, and I was taking note of how your mind was somewhere else as usual.

I bring it up now because I bought this book with you even if I didn’t read it with you; I realized that everything I wanted to say to you is in it.  

I think I’m in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.

I’m sorry I’m too scared to tell you how I feel.

I’m trying my absolute hardest to rile you up and find everything that’s completely wrong about you just so I can speed up this process and climb out of this hole so I can move on with my life and go back to hating you. 

But the truth is, when you make me incredibly angry and my heart beats a notch faster, I know that it’s not just because of my temper. 

I don’t want to fall in love (not now; not with you), so can you please please break my heart already so I can quit while I’m ahead?