te quiero por todo lo que haces por mi
por todo eso que me haces sentir.
por ser tu y ser como eres.
eres la mejor del mundo
cielo te quiero muchisimo mi vida.
miércoles, 30 de enero de 2013
her
You will fall in love with someone who annoys you, whose orgasm face looks and feels pathetic. Despite all of this, there’s something keeping you drawn to them, something that makes you want to protect them from the harsh world. What you fail to realize, however, is that you are the harsh world. You aren’t their noble protector — you are someone to be protected from but it takes a lot of dates, a lot of nights where you question whether or not you are actually a good person, for this to ever resonate with you. When it’s over and whatever love is left is put back in the fridge like a sad plate of leftovers, you will finally understand that you have the power to hurt someone. You can either hurt them or love them and it’s up to you to decide what kind of role you would like to take on in future relationships. What feels more comfortable — being the one who loves more or being the one who’s loved less?
You will fall in love with someone who’s cold and always seemingly pushing you away. When all is said and done, they will be forever known as the one person you couldn’t get to love you. Unfortunately, it will hurt and sting worse than the good ones, the ones that chopped up your meat for you and picked out an eyelash from your eye and were nice to your mother, because love often feels like a game we need to win. And when we lose, when we realize we couldn’t get what we ultimately desired from a person, it makes us feel like a failure and erases all the memories of those who loved us in the past. It’s a permanent smudge on your love resume.
You will fall in love with someone for one night and one night only. They’ll come to you when you need them and be gone in the morning when you don’t. At first, this will make you feel empty and you’ll try to convince yourself that you could’ve loved this person for longer than a night, but you can’t. Some people are just meant to make cameo appearances, some are destined to be a pithy footnote. That’s okay though. Not every person we love has to stick around. Sometimes it’s better to leave while you’re still ahead. Sometimes it’s better to leave before you get unloved.
You will fall in love with the old couple down the street because to you they represent the impossible: a stable, long-lasting love. You’re trying to get someone to like you for more than ten minutes. A monogamous “never get sick of ya” love seems unfathomable. “What’s your secret, sir? Do you just say yes a lot?”
You will fall in love with smells, the good and the bad kind. You will want to wear your lovers shirt because it makes you feel close to them and you’re okay with being that PYSCHO who is legitimately sniffing their shirt in public. You will fall in love with sweat, certain perfumes, the smell of the season in which you fell in love. This particular love smells like fall. It smells like Halloween and a roaring fire and leaves and fog and mist and candy and food and family and whiskey and sex and the lint that collects on sweaters. When it ends, if it ends, you will never experience another fall without thinking of him, her, it. The memories will stick to the ground like a mound of leaves and will only dissipate when the weather drops.
You will fall in love with your friends. Deep, passionate love. You will create a second family with them, a kind of tribe that makes you feel less vulnerable. Sometimes our families can’t love us all the time. Sometimes we’re born into families who don’t know how to love us properly. They do as much as they can but the rest is up to our friends. They can love you all the time, without judgement. At least the good ones can.
This is where I’m supposed to tell you that you will fall in love with The One, a person who isn’t too cold or too nice. Their “O” face is perfectly fine and they’re not afraid to show how much they love you. This person is supposed to wait for us at the end of the twentysomething road as some kind of reward for all the heartache and loneliness. We deserve them. We’ve earned this kind of love.
So fine. You’re going to fall in love with The One. You’re going to fall in love with someone who will make sense beyond college or a job or a particular season. They’ll make sense forever and won’t ever want to leave you behind. I’m telling you this not because it’s true but because it NEEDS to be true. Everyone is entitled to this kind of love, so why not? Have it. It’s yours. Blow out the candles on your 30th birthday, holding their hand, and let out an exhale that’s been waiting for ten years. Do it Now
You will fall in love with someone who’s cold and always seemingly pushing you away. When all is said and done, they will be forever known as the one person you couldn’t get to love you. Unfortunately, it will hurt and sting worse than the good ones, the ones that chopped up your meat for you and picked out an eyelash from your eye and were nice to your mother, because love often feels like a game we need to win. And when we lose, when we realize we couldn’t get what we ultimately desired from a person, it makes us feel like a failure and erases all the memories of those who loved us in the past. It’s a permanent smudge on your love resume.
You will fall in love with someone for one night and one night only. They’ll come to you when you need them and be gone in the morning when you don’t. At first, this will make you feel empty and you’ll try to convince yourself that you could’ve loved this person for longer than a night, but you can’t. Some people are just meant to make cameo appearances, some are destined to be a pithy footnote. That’s okay though. Not every person we love has to stick around. Sometimes it’s better to leave while you’re still ahead. Sometimes it’s better to leave before you get unloved.
You will fall in love with the old couple down the street because to you they represent the impossible: a stable, long-lasting love. You’re trying to get someone to like you for more than ten minutes. A monogamous “never get sick of ya” love seems unfathomable. “What’s your secret, sir? Do you just say yes a lot?”
You will fall in love with smells, the good and the bad kind. You will want to wear your lovers shirt because it makes you feel close to them and you’re okay with being that PYSCHO who is legitimately sniffing their shirt in public. You will fall in love with sweat, certain perfumes, the smell of the season in which you fell in love. This particular love smells like fall. It smells like Halloween and a roaring fire and leaves and fog and mist and candy and food and family and whiskey and sex and the lint that collects on sweaters. When it ends, if it ends, you will never experience another fall without thinking of him, her, it. The memories will stick to the ground like a mound of leaves and will only dissipate when the weather drops.
You will fall in love with your friends. Deep, passionate love. You will create a second family with them, a kind of tribe that makes you feel less vulnerable. Sometimes our families can’t love us all the time. Sometimes we’re born into families who don’t know how to love us properly. They do as much as they can but the rest is up to our friends. They can love you all the time, without judgement. At least the good ones can.
This is where I’m supposed to tell you that you will fall in love with The One, a person who isn’t too cold or too nice. Their “O” face is perfectly fine and they’re not afraid to show how much they love you. This person is supposed to wait for us at the end of the twentysomething road as some kind of reward for all the heartache and loneliness. We deserve them. We’ve earned this kind of love.
So fine. You’re going to fall in love with The One. You’re going to fall in love with someone who will make sense beyond college or a job or a particular season. They’ll make sense forever and won’t ever want to leave you behind. I’m telling you this not because it’s true but because it NEEDS to be true. Everyone is entitled to this kind of love, so why not? Have it. It’s yours. Blow out the candles on your 30th birthday, holding their hand, and let out an exhale that’s been waiting for ten years. Do it Now
domingo, 20 de enero de 2013
noche de estrellas
en una noche de estrellas nos encontramos tu y yo frente a frente mirandonos
fijamentente a los ojos nada me importa si no eres tu.Ojalá ese momento fuera
eterno por que es un momento magico, extraordinario, y que me gustaria que
fuera eterno me encantaria poder parar el tiempo para congelar la imagen y,
gozar de ese momento toda la eternidad. El tiempo se detiene,tu amor lo llevo
aqui clavado dentro de mi corazón, eres todo lo que quiero. me gustaria que
me despertara junto a ti y decirte al oido que eres la luz de mi alma, la guia de
mi corazón. eres mi angelito, él que va surcando los cielos. Angelito quiero
bajarte de los cielos para elevarte hasta las nubes para sucarlas juntos. y yo
te quiero por encima de todo y de todos, por encima de todas las cosas
materiales y valiosas por encima de todo eso estas tu, por encima de todas
las cosas del universo tu eres la numero 1, y por encima de todo, te quiero
pasionalmente, incondicionalmente. Te amo para siempre
con todas las fuerzas de mi corazón
jueves, 10 de enero de 2013
9 months
we have been toghether for a long time,
we have been a couple 270 days more
or less,
we are the best couple in the world.
Our love is not based on sex and think
like that. it is based on confidence, or
to get on with with the other partner.
The feeling of love it's is amazng, it
makes me feel in etasis every moment
of my life, I love you so much my darling
we have been a couple 270 days more
or less,
we are the best couple in the world.
Our love is not based on sex and think
like that. it is based on confidence, or
to get on with with the other partner.
The feeling of love it's is amazng, it
makes me feel in etasis every moment
of my life, I love you so much my darling
9 meses parte 2
Eres la mejor quiero que sepas algo, tienes toda la razón
la distancia que nos separa queda ensombrecida por el
amor que nos une porque no se si te has dado cuenta
pero el amor que hay entre tu y yo es immenso. Mira
quiero que sepas que has hecho que abra mi corazón
a ti como jamás lo había hecho, has penetrado hasta
el fondo de mi corazón y has sacado lo mejor de mi
la persona que hay dentro de mi corazoncito has
hecho que exteriorice lo que siento después de mucho
y ¿sabes porque? Porque el sentimiento que tengo
dentro de mi corazón es immensamente grande.
Te quiero tanto que ni te lo puedes llegar a imaginar
dios esto es como un cuento de hadas, es nuestra
historia de dos y sólo nosotros dos escribimos esta
historia nadie más la puede escribir. Aunque la gente
intente separarnos, no lo conseguirán. Nuestro amor
es más fuerte q todo eso.
9 meses
guau!!!
9 meses ya, ES ALGO IMPRESIONANTE, no hay palabras para definir
lo que has hecho por mi. Te quiero y eres lo único que quiero para ser feliz.
Eres la mujer perfecta, la mejor de todas esencial en mi vida y perfecta para
ella. Eres extraordinaria, fuera de lo común. Eres la mujer a la que todos anhelan
tener pero que nadie ha conseguido, solo yo y me siento afortunadisimo y no
dejare de decirtelo porque es lo que siento por ti y mis sentimientos no los
camuflo a nadie. Para ti soy como un libro abierto de hojas en blanco y tu
escribes en ellas. Escribes una historia una gran historia de amor y esa, es
nuestra historia, y esa historia tiene principio pero no final.
9 meses ya, ES ALGO IMPRESIONANTE, no hay palabras para definir
lo que has hecho por mi. Te quiero y eres lo único que quiero para ser feliz.
Eres la mujer perfecta, la mejor de todas esencial en mi vida y perfecta para
ella. Eres extraordinaria, fuera de lo común. Eres la mujer a la que todos anhelan
tener pero que nadie ha conseguido, solo yo y me siento afortunadisimo y no
dejare de decirtelo porque es lo que siento por ti y mis sentimientos no los
camuflo a nadie. Para ti soy como un libro abierto de hojas en blanco y tu
escribes en ellas. Escribes una historia una gran historia de amor y esa, es
nuestra historia, y esa historia tiene principio pero no final.
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