To the girl who loves him next,
You've got a keeper. You really do. Coming from me that may sound sarcastic but it isn't in the least bit. You've met a boy who is will put you on the highest pedestal and make you feel as if you couldn't be loved more. He'll surprise you with midnight text messages expressing his most precious feelings. He'll tell you: "You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me babe. How'd I get so lucky?" And you'll argue about how you're the lucky one and eventually settle and agree that both of you were lucky to have found each other. The night I met him was unlike any other. In fact it resembled something so much like from a movie that it was hard to believe that even happened. I couldn't believe someone like him had just landed in my lap. Sparks flew and I may have broken a rule or two to get to keep talking to him. I carved our initials into the place we met hoping a year later it would still mean to me what it meant that day. After days, weeks, and months I finally found what people had described as love. It was always something I thought I knew but didn't truly until I met him. Hopefully your meeting was just as spectacular. I hope he gives you butterflies and makes your heart beat a little faster. I guarantee he'll make your mouth hurt from smiling so damn much. He's not the brightest crayon in the 24 pack but he sure does have a way with words. And every word he says feels like he means it. Nothing he ever tells you will ever be halfhearted. He's not the type. He's the kind of guy who will fall for you and fall hard so fall with him will you? Because if he goes crashing down, it's gonna hurt.. even more so now. Please don't let it happen. You should know a few things if you're gonna be a part of his life now. 1. He loves fried Oreos and if he's sweet on you, he'll make you some. 2. The man is the poster boy of that Luke Bryan song Huntin, Fishin', and Lovin' Everyday. Don't ever be the girl to make him lose sight of that. It's what makes him so special. 3. He loves his dogs. He might even cuddle with them over you sometimes but hey a dog is a mans best friend. 4. If he serenades you in the car, he means all the lyrics he's singing to you. Don't be afraid to sing along with him. 5. He's gonna tease you about your shiny forehead and your driving skills but it's all the more endearing when he hugs you after he's pushed a little too far and says "I love you babe". 6. He'll get to know you like the back of your hand. He'll know when you're pissy and on your period and when you've had something to drink. 7. Be his number one supporter. Watch him wrestle, cheer him on. I never got the chance but I sure wish I could've. 8. He's a cuddle bug but he sweats in his sleep so beware. 9. He'll ride a roller coaster 3x by himself just to see you at work. 10. Surprise him with pistachios or Swedish fish, they're his favorite. 11. If you're not gonna finish your food, your boy is a human trash can. He's a great guy. I let him go once and I'm always paying the price. He's the type of guy that you'll always think about even in the years to come. So I promise you, you'll wanna keep this one. Sincerely, The girl who let him go
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When I am an old woman I shall wear lilac
With a straw hat that draws attention to me. And I shall spend my pension on wine and getaways And exorbitant presents for the grandchildren, leaving us with only bread for a week or two I shall swing on the front porch when I tire And ask too many questions at the grocery market And play frisbee with the dog And make up for the mundane of my youth. I shall go to couples’ dance lessons And eat as much cake as I please And learn to sign. A tragedy has hit the small rural town in Indiana. Too small to pinpoint on most maps, but never small enough for tragedy. These are the places that people say, “Nothing bad ever happens here.” No, no we’re not big enough for those sorts of problems. As we now have grown to learn: evil knows no boundaries.
Evil doesn’t care if you’re thirteen and ride your bicycle to school. Evil doesn’t care when the last time you told your mom you loved her was. Evil doesn’t care if it’s two in the morning or two in the afternoon. Evil doesn’t care. Evil doesn’t care. Evil doesn’t care. As I was cleaning out my closet this morning I spied a colorful paisley in a multitude of sizes hanging in the corner. It was your purses. I sprawled them out along the floor, recognized some and wonder which era of life the others came from. I dug through each one, unsure of what I was in pursuit of. I came across few things: an old Kohls receipt, spare change, and a gum wrapper-the kind you always carried with you.
You're the last sip of Coke left on the dinner table,
an old raggedy navy sweatshirt worn to bed, and the clock set three minutes to prevent ever-so-lateness. You're the iPad sitting idle on the living room end table, the walls in my room painted purple with white daisies, and Grease and Annie bringing me back to those times that we'd sit and watch. You're the spaghetti Dad tries his best to mimic, the face of my little brother, and the freckles I see in the mirror. But most of all, you're the jump in my heart and the clenching in my windpipe when I think of you. |
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