When I Say I Love You More

When I Say I Love You More

“When I say I love you more, I don’t mean I love you more than you love me. I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us. I love you more than any fight we will ever have. I love you more than the distance between us. I love you more than any obstacle that could ever try and come between us. I love you the most.”

– Anonymous

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Love isn’t an act, it’s a whole life. It’s staying together because you need each other. It’s knowing that you two will still care after sex and dreams, fights and future, when all that’s left with was done. It’s you at 76 and him at 80, both listening out for each other’s footstep in the next room, both afraid that a sudden silence, a sudden cry, would mean that a lifetime’s talk is over.

– Adapted from Brian Moore

What If We Never Met

What If We Never Met

I’ve always wondered how life would be like if I had made different choices along the way. If I found a job right after I graduated and never got a chance to join my current workplace. If you broke up with her earlier, and met someone else before you met me. If he came into my life before you did. Would things be different now?

Before I met you, I was that girl who felt strongly for this: If things didn’t work out because the timing was wrong, maybe he just isn’t the one. “He had to go overseas so we broke up.” – That was probably because you just didn’t love each other enough. “He was young and wild, it was difficult to hold on to such a relationship.” – Maybe it’s just that both of you are not compatible.

Because the truth about the timing being wrong is that it’s nothing more than the world’s flimsiest reason not to try.” – Heidi Priebe

But maybe.. I was wrong.

After I met you, I became the girl who realise that every action I make would have a consequence, and that could mean we might have never met. Time mattered. And still does. If I studied an extra year at school, or if I continued with my previous job which I loved dearly, or if you went on to do something else that interests you more than your current job, we would have never met. Just one small decision; that could change our lives forever…

I believe that there is someone out there for everyone. There has to be. Despite geographical boundaries, age, time, and all the other possible differences, you will eventually meet someone special. And with that being said, even if we have had made different choices, our paths might still cross one day, if it was meant to be.

But the slightest thought of us never meeting each other scares me. In fact, the thought of us meeting 10 years later instead of now scares me as well. Now is the time we fall bravely in love, the time we allow ourselves to be vulnerable to someone; so vulnerable that you think you’re going crazy, but jump in head on anyways, because.. love. I’ve never felt so happy. I’ve never been more sure. So sure of taking on an uncertainty, because I know you’ll be here not just for me, but also with me, and we will brave through whatever comes together. And maybe that is enough. And with this fuzzy feeling in my heart, I’m glad for all the decisions you and I have made in our lives, which brought us together so that we could meet and fall in love.

To the future. Our future.

I’d Choose You

I’d Choose You

“Do you love me?” He asked.

I started thinking, what is love really? How would I know if I love him, or if I don’t? The fact is, I don’t know. And maybe I’ll never know.

But what I do know is, love is an emotion so deep. It’s not just words or actions. It’s much more; both words and actions, thoughts, consideration, kindness and effort.

Love is magical and not an easy occurrence. It is not a happen-to-be but a tremendous effort made to make it happen, to make it last, and to make it thrive.

And my answer to him was, “honestly, I don’t know. I don’t know how love should feel like, and I don’t know if I love you. But what I do know is, if I have to choose someone to love, I’d choose you.”

And maybe that in itself is love. Maybe that is enough.

“I’d choose you.”

Someday

Someday

“I hope someday I’d have the chance to bring you to dinners with my girlfriends and they’ll talk about how lucky I am to have caught you. I hope someday you’ll bring me to one of your family parties. I’d be dressed up in a nice cocktail dress and you’d be suited up in that tuxedo, and your cousins would tell us how good we look together. And you’d just spend the entire night telling me how proud you are of me.”

Credits: http://thoughtcatalog.com/femar-malones/2016/05/i-hope-one-day-we-can-meet-again-and-give-us-a-chance/ – Femar Malones

I’m Surrendering To Love, I’m Going All In

I’m Surrendering To Love, I’m Going All In

“Because I’m taking a chance.

Because life is too short to always know where you’re headed, too short to be afraid to fall, too short to be selfish with your heart.

Because not planning can be exciting and fun. Because love is one of those things you just jump into fearlessly, and without a guidebook or map.

Because sometimes you don’t need a guidebook or map. You just need your heart, your brain, and the faith in something bigger than yourself.
So I’m going for it. I’m going all in.”

Source: Thought Catalog, Marisa Donnelly http://thoughtcatalog.com/marisa-donnelly/2016/05/im-surrendering-to-love-im-going-all-in/

This Magical Thing Called Love

This Magical Thing Called Love

“I loved being in love with him. Love is easy and strange. I would ponder it on rattling tube trains, on crowded buses, at work – what was it about him that produced this effect on me? I could never decide definitively and had lists of both generalizations and detailed particulars: I loved his generosity, his ability to laugh at himself, his determination, the way he could unequivocally apply himself to any task, his impulsiveness, and how he could find humour in any situation. But yet, I also loved the way he rubbed his hair in a circular motion when he was tired, how his upper lip would stick out when he was cross, that he couldn’t go to sleep unless he had a glass of water by the bed, and that he was constantly surprised by how much food he could eat.”

after you’d gone – Maggie O’Farrell