This is beyond infinity.
I was taking a quick break from studying to a song of JT’s in the study lounge… when this kid walked in as I was making moves like this.
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There’s a girl in my life who I know is going through a difficult time right now, and yes, I have been there for her. But I know deep down that’s NOT the reason she was here for me tonight. She was here for me tonight because she is just that much of a wonderful person, and I love her so much for being who she is. Nothing will ever take that away from you, girl. <3
preferably by my boyfriend. I love the way the touch of his hands on my shoulders makes every hair on my body stand straight, especially when he adds a few tender kisses on the side of my neck to the mix.
What is this? This is my silver, diamond, infinity sign ring. This is my promise ring. My boyfriend gave it to me for our first year anniversary. Its symbolic meaning has meant everything to me. I wore it sacredly; all day, every occasion, to sleep, and only took it off to prevent it from getting sticky with build up or when my hands would be in water for a long time. Just yesterday, I lost it. I left it on the mirror counter in the women’s restroom at the Putnam dining hall at UConn. I had taken it off to fix the morning frizz in my hair with a little mousse. I placed it on this silver counter and said aloud to myself, “I better not forget that.” I can’t stop crying. I did all I could: searched the entire bathroom, asked the staff at the dining hall about it, asked all the orientation members if they’d seen it, searched all the buildings I went to on campus, and I even contacted the woman in charge of that dining hall’s cleaning staff. I know my boyfriend isn’t mad at me; I don’t even think he’s upset about it. He told me, “It was an error; don’t worry.” He basically said that it doesn’t matter whether it’s the first or second ring he gives me, the symbol of it will still mean the same thing. He loves me and plans on marrying me one day. I just can’t get over the fact that I know every detail about this ring, right down to the factory engraving on the inside, and now someone else has it. Why would someone take it? It’s clearly a ring made for lovers. And it was custom fit to my left ring finger. I’m so bare now. I just want my ring back.
My sexy man, so serious when he drives.
I had a brief talk with your brother. I told him about how I really wanted to be at UConn with you, I just wouldn’t be able to handle Stamford for a year or two. You see, I will do anything for you. I will be willing to do anything for you. Sometimes, however, I have to be a bit selfish. After all, how is one an individual if she’s got no selfish qualities to live with? With that said, I know I really just don’t want to commute to Stamford for a year or two, because I won’t be able to deal with my parents’ limitations any longer. I want to sleep over, stay at your dorm on weekends. I want to be able to get a job. Buy a car (if I’m not given one). Come home on weekends, without having to “come home.” Home is where the heart is. And my heart is with you.
So your brother mentioned how I can commute to Stamford by train or bus and not have to worry about someone being around to bring me, because I may or may not have a car. And I, well at the moment, only thought of the money (now I realize having a job would be easier if I go to Stamford). But of course now I have realized that depending on how long it takes me to get to the Strorrs campus after being at Stamford, I’ll possibly only be living with you for a year to two years (more a year). That’s where the selfishness comes in: I can’t just limit myself, have my parents limit me, allow UConn to limit me, just to be with you for a limited time. I’m already with you, babe. I’m already with you.
So I told your brother UMass Amherst wasn’t a definite yet, because I’m still hoping to get accepted into UConn Storrs, by my appeal.
And your brother says, “Now do you really think both of you at UConn would be a good idea?” And I give him this indifferent but subtly confused look. He continues with reassurance, “Not about you two being together … No there’s definitely no doubt with the potential you guys have in lasting for- uh, a long time, right?” I nod. “Yeah,” he continues, “Well, it’d be nice for you two as a couple to have, you know, a nice UConn plaque and a nice UMass plaque.”
Your brother sees potential in us. Your mom sees potential in us. My dad sees potential in us. We see potential in us. You know we’re more than just boyfriend and girlfriend. You’ve said it yourself, babe. We’re soul-mates. We’ll be married one day. We’ll have a family one day. That’s a whole lot of happiness. The only sad part is that society most likely won’t be any better; it’ll probably be worse. And we’ll have careers, job applications to fill out. Our variety in college degrees may benefit us. And our kid(s) will have college applications to fill out. Our variety in college history may benefit them, which will in part benefit us. Do you get it? There doesn’t have to be any worries.
I mean, I really had my heart set on UMass Amherst before I met you. And I quickly tried to change that, tried to throw that dream away. But guess what, babe. Guess what. That dream chased me. It chased me. It chased me, and is holding on for dear life. It needs me. And I’m going to embrace it. Between me and you, though, everything will be alright. I promise. I pinky swear. I love you.
For those of you curious, the feeling of menstrual cramps is the equivalent to shoving a sword up your penis hole straight into your intestines and then swiveling it around a bit.
Sincerely,
Emotionally distraught female hunched over in pain because her uterus and vagina hurts.
I give ‘good hugs’ because they mean a lot to me. Especially when I love a person, I will embrace them like it’s the last time I’m ever seeing them. I make sure that through the hug, they can feel the intensity of my care for their existence, for their place in my life. I give good hugs because they make me feel special, and more than anything, I like to hope that they make others feel special, too.
Missy & Raquel
Hands down they are the two most amazing people I’ve ever known. It sucks that I never get to see them or talk to them as often as I wish I could, but no matter what I love them, idc! <3
I love you! <3
Your skin complexion is like a sweet olive,
And your thick dark hair dresses it well.
Those deep brown eyes of yours
May not be a sea of blue to drown me,
But you bury me in the earth of them.
In your eyes I get lost
Inside the beautiful creation of life.
So large.
So round.
So fulfilling.
So focused.
So alert.
So strong.
I see strength in your eyes.
And I wonder,
What good do those eyelashes of yours do?
Long, full, and curvy.
They never seem to bat away your flaws;
Your weaknesses;
Your despair.
Yet, they embrace them.
Bring them inward
Into you.
Because it is thought true
For one’s eyes
To be the door to one’s soul
The window to one’s heart
The source of all beauty,
Will your eyelashes embrace me?
I have proven to be a flaw of yours.
Will they finally have the strength
To never bat me away
And instead invite me
Into the depth of your eyes?
Your soul.
Your heart.
Your beauty.
Your life.
This is my love poem
From him to you.
Two Love Birds on a Tree Branch- Assemblage Art Box 3-D miniature diorama featuring hand-painted birds, landscape, wire tree branch
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