February 2012
6 posts
Having a tough time
I’d like to say that things are going great right now for me, but to tell you the truth, I’m starting to feel hopeless. I have been doing a lot of thinking lately and I’ve been realizing that whatever I’m working for is just not working anymore. I’m beginning to think that I need to figure out what else I can do with my life because whatever this is, it no longer...
January 2012
9 posts
The other night before we went to sleep, while laying in complete darkness, I asked Babe if his favorite baseball team is in MLB. He then explained to me the two different leagues, and my questions just built up from there. I am making note of this simply because I loved that he was so patient about my lack of knowledge on the subject matter. Hahaha. I am not into sports, but I know that he...
December 2011
15 posts
I am in love with my best friend
…and I love the friendship I share with my him, and how I can tell him whatever that is on my mind because I know he understands. We have a mutual respect for each other, and we both are learning and growing in the same direction.
I love us.
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November 2011
21 posts
Getting a "spa service" from Leila!
I can’t believe it’s been almost a week since my date night with babe! I keep replaying that whole day in my head, because it was just amazeballs.
Sleeping in, eating breakfast and watching cartoons in bed, nap, happy hour at Portland City Grill, then classic arcade games at Ground Kontrol, a visit to Voodoo Donuts, card games back at the hotel, and more cuddling!
I miss that...
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Is Love a Feeling or a Choice?
Someone said to me that love is not a feeling, it is something that you choose to do or not to do. It is what keeps you married for 10, 20, 30 years even through all the imperfections your other partner may have… It is what enables somebody to push through even the toughest times, because you choose to love rather than not to. But is that really all that it is?
I don’t think so. If...
Just a funny thought...
Seems like we are a part of each other’s lives more than what we claim it to be. Even if we don’t claim it to be. It’s okay, I see you still wear something that is mine.
