Love is not complicated.
It may begin with this.
Then ultimately becomes this.
Love is this simple.
Longing for his smile
Longing for his laughter
Longing for his hug
Longing for his kiss
Longing for his words
Longing for his passion
Longing for his love
Simply longing him
Being the muse that I am, I thought this song fit perfectly on this fine, Romantic Tuesday. Killing me Softly, by Roberta Flack, has been one of my favorites for years. Enjoy! ❤
I am very far from perfect and embodied of imperfections. I know, I know, it’s extremely hard to believe! I am only human. I do make mistakes on a regular basis, and probably more often than I realize. I will say things, unintentionally, that may be offensive to others, without even realizing it. I may have done something, unknowingly, that may have hurt someone’s feelings. Admittedly, I know I’ve done someone wrong as opportunity presented itself, to where it haunts my conscience. Regardless, it’s my life’s story, which I hope may inspire others. Without poor choices and mistakes made, valuable life lessons would not have been learned. Hopefully, because of these learned lessons, I will instinctively know how to better handle and/or conduct myself in future situations, if and when they ever arise. Life is an ongoing adventure faced with undaunting obstacles. I have grown up having high expectations of myself. Now that I am somewhat grown up, I have learned to show myself more leniency and to be more self-forgiving. Or I can just do or think the obviously easy response to everything from now on and just say fuck it. 😊
Life is full of surprises. People come into your life and choose to actively remain. Then there are others. Those people who are placed into your life for purpose and reason, may end up leaving unexpectedly. . . slow and easy, or like a bat out of hell! Those are the people who teach us life lessons. Either way, the experiences are what we chose to live during those moments. I’d like to consider my shared experiences as happy moments, without an inkling of regret or reservation. Those moments become memories over a lifetime. There are numerous experiences and memories that I love to share and talk about with others. Then, there are specific experiences and memories I choose to keep to myself. Honestly, I could write an autobiography that would make for excellent reading, raise an eyebrow, or turn a head! As tempting a task it may be, I refuse to put myself through tortured drama at this point in time in my life. Although, I’ll never say never to the notion. There is a high probability that I will eventually, but only when the time is right. Those specific moments are my treasured and intimate memories that I choose never to be free from. They are my personal and cherished collection of a lifetime full of happy moments. Each day I keep adding to my wonderful collection.
Been hostage long enough.
Guilty as charged.
Exhausted from holding onto it.
Self-sentenced internal punishment served.
Time to forgive myself.
Time to love myself.
Time to let it go.
I accept my gift of self-forgiveness.
Thank you very much.
I was very excited to meet up with these beautiful and talented women! Next time, hopefully, Kevin Hotter can join us! Better yet, we can go see his comedy act LIVE on stage!! 😀
On Nov 5th I announced in my post “When Bloggership Will Meet” that something very special was about to happening and it truly happened we met here in California with Erika Kind, Marissa Bergen, Corinne and Me!!! We had great time and it was so wonderful to met the beautiful ladies behind their Blogs! It was indeed an emotional and beautiful day fulfilled with joy and happiness being able to hear our voices and hug each other
lots of smiles and sharing about us this time not behind a keyboard ❤
Our meeting venue was at this Starbucks!
While sipping a delicious Peppermint Mocha one of my favorite, we enjoyed our great time together talking a lot, and laughing a lot like friends that know each other from years and years, it was amazing how…
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Concealed emotions once supressed now accepted
Twenty years of silent suffering finally surfaced
A blow to the ego was never intended
Understanding and sincere apologies appreciated
Forgiveness, yes. Admittedly, this cannot be fixed
Want to give me the world you took from me
Gifts a-plenty and kind gestures galore
Too much to bare and too late to serve their purpose
Humbled by realization of past mistakes
Eager to acknowledge and validate
Ownership of blinded hurtfulness
Years of devoted loyalty wasted
Love enough to let go
Thank you for the goodbye
Time for my new hello
My eyes were open, but may as well have been squeezed closed tight. You appeared, and my eyes came into focus once again. The connection had always been there, but I had been blinded with distraction. Believe it or not, our paths have crossed in the past, but not to this extent. Naturally orchestrated, all was meant to be. Adoring pain, guilty as charged. Graciously, your affection, kindness, patience and understanding are admirably expressed. Although our paths may never cross again, I am eternally grateful, for my soul has been saved, and you don’t even realize it. With my complete sincerity, thank you.
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