the final word. promise.
(thanks to my girl Taryn for the myspace post :o)
LOVE or iNFATUATiON
Infatuation is instant desire-one set of glands calling to another.
Love is a friendship that has caught fire. It takes roots and grows, one day at a time.
Infatuation is marked by a feeling of insecurity. You are excited and eager but not genuinely happy. There are nagging doubts, unanswered questions, bits&pieces about your beloved that you would just as soon not examine too closely. It might spoil the dream.
Love is the quiet understanding of imperfection. It is real. You are warmed by her presence, even when he/she's away. You want them near, but near or far you know she is yours and you can wait.
Infatuation says,"We must get married right away, I can`t risk losing him/her."
Love says, "Be patient. He/She's yours." Plan your future with confidence.
Infatuation has an element of sexual excitement.
Love is the maturation of friendship. You must be friends before you can become lovers.
Infatuation lacks confidence. When he/she`s away you wonder if they're cheating.
Love means trust. You are calm, secure&unthreatened.
Infatuation might lead you to things you`ll regret later, but love never will.
Love lifts you up. It makes you a better person than you were before.
* * * * *
23 Reasons Why I Probably Belong in the Crazy House.
I miss hearing your voice, the playful baritone that perfectly matches your every facial expression.
I miss the banter, the easygoing back-and-forth and tit-for-tat and I miss the way you'd shake your head at me whenever you thought I wasn't looking.
I miss how I was always looking.
I miss our verbal headbutting, and how we would fight, but it wasn't really fighting, because it was always me taking shit out on you and you dealing with me and me still lashing out at you and you showing me humane patience by occasionally leaving me and me feeling just that much more empty because you were gone and you treating me like a queen still and me still loving you.
I miss recalling how we first met; were you scared of me, I asked, did you think we would ever make the next Homer and Marge, Fred and Ginger, George and Gracie, Lucy and Ricky, Harold and Maude, Regis and Kelly, Beyonce and Jay-Z; was I laughing at you instead of with you, you asked, did I ever think that we would ever make the next Tim and Susan, Barbara and Hugh, Tina and Ike, Hillary and Bill, Sonny and Cher, Zack and Kelly, Romeo and Juliet?
I miss completing each other's sentences, each other's thoughts, each other's laughs.
I miss the text message conversations and lengthy phone chats and random notes left.
I miss the ridiculousness of our shared innunendo. consequently, I miss how we denied everything up until the very end.
I miss leaning up against you, and how when I put my arm through yours you would take my hand.
I miss how whenever something terrible happened to me, you'd leave me with a parting pat on my back and somehow that would make everything right with the world.
I miss being able to tell you anything (with the exception of bullshit like this), and how you made me a better, more honest individual.
I miss figuring out what our children would look/be like.
I miss the comfort and safety of hanging out with you whenever we all went out as a big group. I miss having people look in our general direction because we were so at ease with one another.
I miss catching you checking me out in the side of my eye. I miss checking you out with the side of my eye.
I miss distracting you at the worst times, and they you distracted me all the time.
I miss getting to know the real you, which I was fortunate enough to occasionally get a glimpse of during our tenderest moments alone.
I miss how the most precious and fragile memories between us don't necessarily involve alcohol and/or huge mistakes that we'd eventually regret. but in the long run, do I really regret what I had with you? I'm not so sure anymore.
I miss seeing you mature and develop into your own adult self -- I miss telling myself how much I didn't want you because you were still at a stage that I'd far surpassed already, but I miss more figuring out that we're more likely right alongside one another in the journey, just on different paths.
I miss how we decided that what was between us wasn't that big of a deal, but whenever I would lay down to sleep at night, you were somehow always on my mind.
I miss praying for your security and direction in this life, and praying that somewhere in the grand scheme of things you had similar feelings for me too.
I miss 'the compulsory conversations' and how they would always end with us magically riding off into the sunset together and leaving all our problems behind us.
I miss never feeling residually angry, or resentful, or bitter, or otherwise negative towards you. I miss having that person in my life.
I miss being able to call you or text message you or e-mail you without feeling the way I do now.
but most importantly~
I miss you.
LOVE or iNFATUATiON
Infatuation is instant desire-one set of glands calling to another.
Love is a friendship that has caught fire. It takes roots and grows, one day at a time.
Infatuation is marked by a feeling of insecurity. You are excited and eager but not genuinely happy. There are nagging doubts, unanswered questions, bits&pieces about your beloved that you would just as soon not examine too closely. It might spoil the dream.
Love is the quiet understanding of imperfection. It is real. You are warmed by her presence, even when he/she's away. You want them near, but near or far you know she is yours and you can wait.
Infatuation says,"We must get married right away, I can`t risk losing him/her."
Love says, "Be patient. He/She's yours." Plan your future with confidence.
Infatuation has an element of sexual excitement.
Love is the maturation of friendship. You must be friends before you can become lovers.
Infatuation lacks confidence. When he/she`s away you wonder if they're cheating.
Love means trust. You are calm, secure&unthreatened.
Infatuation might lead you to things you`ll regret later, but love never will.
Love lifts you up. It makes you a better person than you were before.
* * * * *
23 Reasons Why I Probably Belong in the Crazy House.
I miss hearing your voice, the playful baritone that perfectly matches your every facial expression.
I miss the banter, the easygoing back-and-forth and tit-for-tat and I miss the way you'd shake your head at me whenever you thought I wasn't looking.
I miss how I was always looking.
I miss our verbal headbutting, and how we would fight, but it wasn't really fighting, because it was always me taking shit out on you and you dealing with me and me still lashing out at you and you showing me humane patience by occasionally leaving me and me feeling just that much more empty because you were gone and you treating me like a queen still and me still loving you.
I miss recalling how we first met; were you scared of me, I asked, did you think we would ever make the next Homer and Marge, Fred and Ginger, George and Gracie, Lucy and Ricky, Harold and Maude, Regis and Kelly, Beyonce and Jay-Z; was I laughing at you instead of with you, you asked, did I ever think that we would ever make the next Tim and Susan, Barbara and Hugh, Tina and Ike, Hillary and Bill, Sonny and Cher, Zack and Kelly, Romeo and Juliet?
I miss completing each other's sentences, each other's thoughts, each other's laughs.
I miss the text message conversations and lengthy phone chats and random notes left.
I miss the ridiculousness of our shared innunendo. consequently, I miss how we denied everything up until the very end.
I miss leaning up against you, and how when I put my arm through yours you would take my hand.
I miss how whenever something terrible happened to me, you'd leave me with a parting pat on my back and somehow that would make everything right with the world.
I miss being able to tell you anything (with the exception of bullshit like this), and how you made me a better, more honest individual.
I miss figuring out what our children would look/be like.
I miss the comfort and safety of hanging out with you whenever we all went out as a big group. I miss having people look in our general direction because we were so at ease with one another.
I miss catching you checking me out in the side of my eye. I miss checking you out with the side of my eye.
I miss distracting you at the worst times, and they you distracted me all the time.
I miss getting to know the real you, which I was fortunate enough to occasionally get a glimpse of during our tenderest moments alone.
I miss how the most precious and fragile memories between us don't necessarily involve alcohol and/or huge mistakes that we'd eventually regret. but in the long run, do I really regret what I had with you? I'm not so sure anymore.
I miss seeing you mature and develop into your own adult self -- I miss telling myself how much I didn't want you because you were still at a stage that I'd far surpassed already, but I miss more figuring out that we're more likely right alongside one another in the journey, just on different paths.
I miss how we decided that what was between us wasn't that big of a deal, but whenever I would lay down to sleep at night, you were somehow always on my mind.
I miss praying for your security and direction in this life, and praying that somewhere in the grand scheme of things you had similar feelings for me too.
I miss 'the compulsory conversations' and how they would always end with us magically riding off into the sunset together and leaving all our problems behind us.
I miss never feeling residually angry, or resentful, or bitter, or otherwise negative towards you. I miss having that person in my life.
I miss being able to call you or text message you or e-mail you without feeling the way I do now.
but most importantly~
I miss you.
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