She is so fucking beautiful. She makes me want to write and actually at times makes me write. But she knows that when I write I bring out the true meaning of our love. It just pours out of me like souvlaki sauce out of gyro. She is looking that up right now. Anyway, how to do explain my love for Rocio. I think I have a better chance of explaining the meaning of life than my love for her. Actually, they are two in the same for me at least. She is my meaning for life and because of that I will make sure she is cared for, loved and cherished in the same way you see your newborn child for the first time and know that you will do anything for that person, ANYTHING. Well except become a Barcelona fan, people do have limits…..
I WANT TO SEE WHAT HER HEART FEELS, SO THAT WHEN IT IS SCARED I CAN SOOTH IT. MY NEED IS GREAT TO UNDERSTAND HOW SHE REACTS TO MY WORDS, SO I CAN ENSURE SHE KNOWS HOW MUCH LOVE IS BEHIND EACH LETTER. I CAN SMELL THE THOUGHTS THAT WANDER IN HER MIND, BUT ONLY SHE CAN CONFIRM IF I SHOULD FEAR THEM. s h e h a s a m y s o u l w r a p p e d a r o u n d h e r c o a t h o o k w a i t i n g f o r t h e m o m e n t i n w h i c h s e e f e e l s s h e c a n s a y s o m e t h i n g a b o u t o u r l o v e. I HAVE YET TO EXPERIENCE SO OVERWHELMING A FEELING FOR ANOTHER INDIVIDUAL, YES I SEE IN YOU WHAT YOU DO NOT SEE, BUT THAT IS ONLY BECAUSE YOU CHOOSE TO HIDE FROM YOURSELF. I WANT MY LIFE TO BE AS FULL AND RICH AND COMPLETE AS THE LOVE I FEEL FOR HER.
There is one little habit I’ve learned that has changed everything else in my life.
When we fail, it’s because we act on urges without thinking, without realizing it. We have the urge to eat junk, and we do it. We have the urge to check email instead of writing a chapter of our book, and so we open our inbox. We have an urge to smoke, to drink, to do drugs, to chew our nails, to play a Facebook game, to procrastinate, to skip a workout, to eat more fries, to criticize, to act in jealousy or anger, to be rude … and we act on that urge.
What if instead we learned to pause after each urge? What if we stopped, looked at that urge, paid close attention to what it feels like inside our bodies, but didn’t act?
The urge would no longer control us. We would be able to make conscious choices that might be healthier for us, help us be happier.
If we can pause, we create space. Space to breathe, to think, to be without acting.
The pause is the answer to so many of our problems. Such a small thing, and so powerful.
To develop the pause, notice your next urge. Is it an urge to go check something online? Or eat something you know isn’t healthy for you? Pay attention to the urge, learn as much as you can about it. If you act on it after the pause, that’s OK. Just notice it, and pause, and pay attention.
Do it again for the next urge, and the next. You will get good at it with practice, and you’ll have lots of opportunities to practice.
The urges won’t go away, but your ability to pause will get stronger. And when you have the pause, you have everything.
Can you love someone so much that you actually end up hurting them? My heart is beating hard, my mouth is dry and my mind is swmming in a sea of confusion. I hope it is understood that my intentions are genuine and I can only act on my instinct. You are my life, you are my soul and your pain is mine.
I want to place all my trust and love in her. I want her to soar above all else. She has gone through a lot in her life and I want to take all the pain she has ever felt and multiply it a million-fold into genuine and pure happiness. I will protect her, guide her, hold her, cuddle her, love her, till the last breathe in my lungs departs. I want my love for her to set an example to all of how one should devote oneself to another person. I want to be the wikipedia reference when you look up LOVE. Te quiero pupi!!!
Yeah so what makes you think you are above question...
My problem is that I understand too well the rules of the game and can easily spot the inaccuracies rarely am I exactly right, however never am I completely wrong. There is something that flips inside me that just begs me to ask and pry further. As if it likes to get to the bottom of something it does not want to discover, yet it can see, feel and smell it in hidden right before its eyes. This instinct can drive me crazy and at times be so damn spot on it could be determined as a mild case of fortune telling. Let’s see where it takes me because I feel I need to follow it.