"True love is when
someone sees all that you truly are, in pure vulnerability,
and says I still want you. I'm committed to you. Not
leaving." ~Jefferson Bethke
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I put on my lipstick and I try.
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And I remember when I met
him.
It was so clear that he was the only one for me.
We both knew right away.
And as the years went on things got more difficult,
we were faced with more challenges.
I begged him to stay,
tried to remember what we had in the beginning.
He was charismatic, magnetic, electric, and everybody knew him
When he walked in every woman's head turned.
Everyone stood up to talk to him.
He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn't contain himself.
I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him.
And in that way, I understood him.
And I loved him, I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.
And I still love him, I love him.
It was so clear that he was the only one for me.
We both knew right away.
And as the years went on things got more difficult,
we were faced with more challenges.
I begged him to stay,
tried to remember what we had in the beginning.
He was charismatic, magnetic, electric, and everybody knew him
When he walked in every woman's head turned.
Everyone stood up to talk to him.
He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn't contain himself.
I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him.
And in that way, I understood him.
And I loved him, I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.
And I still love him, I love him.
I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along
the road were my only summer.
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.
Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.
I was a singer - not a very popular one,
I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.
But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me why - but there's no use in talking to people who have a home.
They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head.
I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.
And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying.
Because I was born to be the other woman.
Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.
Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.
I was a singer - not a very popular one,
I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.
But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me why - but there's no use in talking to people who have a home.
They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head.
I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.
And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying.
Because I was born to be the other woman.
Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
Sometimes I just want to lay down and cry until my eyes
can't cry anymore.
People think of you the way they remember you. People
remember you by the way you made them feel and the things you
said to them. They will sometimes remember the good things you
said to them and the good ways you made them feel, but they will
ALWAYS remember the bad things you you said to them and the bad
ways you made them feel. So the next time you are about to do
something you'll regret or you are about to say something
hurtful, you might want to think twice about it. Ask yourself if
you want if you want to be thought of and remembered as a hurtful
person.
We make choices in this world. Some big, some small, and
some that change our lives forever. As we go on with our lives,
those choices are what define us. And when we die, the choices we
made are what we are remembered by.
I often get the compliment, "You look like Marilyn
Monroe." And for once, in that flash of a moment, I get the
slightest belief that maybe, just maybe, I might be
beautiful.
"Suddenly it was as if the roar of
the crowd, and the cheers of my teammates were all sounding from a
thousand miles away, and what remained in that bizarre muffled
silence was only Peyton, the girl whose art and passion and beauty
had changed my life. In that moment, my triumph was not a state
championship but simple clarity, the realization that we'd
always been meant for each other and every instinct to the contrary
had simply been a denial of the following truth: I was now and
always would be in love with Peyton Sawyer." ~One Tree
Hill
Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is
gone, and do not be troubled about the future, for it has yet to
come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will
be worth remembering.
Tragedies happen. What are you gonna do, give up? Quit?
No. I realize now that when your heart breaks, you got to fight
like hell to make sure you're still alive. Because you are.
And that pain you feel? That's life. The confusion and fear?
That's there to remind you that somewhere out there is
something better, and that something is worth fighting
for.