its just me and you baby...

us against the world.

I first met him when I was a little girl, eleven years old to be exact. He was tall, had skin the color of Carmel, and beautiful brown eyes that looked like a pool of Hershey chocolate. I was captivated, better yet infatuated. I’ve loved him every since. Our relationship, although young naive, was beyond any other.

Now we have disintegrated into a pile of nothingness that has punched an ever lasting hole in my heart. My love is no longer reciprocal, and that eats me up inside. I want so badly to gaze into his eyes to look deep within his soul and search through his heart to see if there’s still a piece of love for me there.

Instead I sit while the distance between us, mentally and physically, envelop my mind.

If you didn’t notice, were weren’t made with eyes in the back of our heads… although some of us claim we have them, in reality we weren’t meant to. So for me to have to watch my own back is totally inconvenient. The more I reduce negative people from my life, the less times I have to crank my neck in the opposite direction.

I’ve passed up a majority of the road blocks that I encountered. It might seem crazy, but the air has never smelled so fresh. I’ve never seen the sky so blue. never tasted water so crisp. Never heard the wind so calm. Never felt an emotion so strong. I guess you can say “I’ve come to my senses”…

Just remember, a person can only take so much abuse. Whether its physical or mental. Some people retaliate in dangerous ways. But people such as myself, we appreciate the good things a little bit more- the bad things a lot less!

I miss you, I miss us, so much. Ugh

beforeiselfdestruct:

I’m counting down every day. I swear your face is engraved on my mind. I wake up and see your smile, I look in the mirror and see your eyes.

I stare at people who have similar features to you a little too hard, and I received the weirdest looks lol but it’s my way of seeing you, I see you in everyone I see, and it hurts.

The stretch of every man to his limit must be seen as yet another swirl of twisting waves that strike and burrow underneath your skin never knowing which way your going but ever turning round and round, spinning never ceasing as you slip further and further into the insanity that creeps ever close into your unaware mind. This truly is the push of man, the way he will willingly pressure himself to be better but will at the same time willingly give up, wave the white flag as his eyes open in the morning and forget the struggles of life, forget the torments of the under privileged and he will wait, wait and wait for someone to do his bidding for him. Life is not like this and man must get out of his daze, accept the responsibility and fight against these twisting waves, ever swimming up and up until finally his head will break the surface of life and peace is gained in the welcoming blue serene sky.

Dear future husband,

please take me to Venice, Italy for our honeymoon

Love always,

Jessica