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If you have something to tell someone, dont wait. There is no such thing as "good timing". It hurts more knowing that you've practically been lied to, for weeks, rather than just hearing the bad news right away. I was the last to find out that Chris got accepted to Western. My boyfriend- my life, is going to move 3 hours away, putting my life on hold- for 4 years.
Chris is the best person who was so gracefully brought into my life. He has been there since day one, listening to the pages, that have turned to chapters, of my story. He has given me advice, he has yelled at me, he has told me when I've been wrong and mostly, he's there to tell me how beautiful I am or how people misjudge me or how great my heart really is. Hearing his I love you's are the absolute perfect way to end or begin any day, Sunday through Saturday. He can make me laugh, he can make me cry, and he can make me scream & want to pull all of the hair out of my head. We tell eachother secrets and we make a new promise every day, it seems. He knows me by heart and I know him by heart, because we will always be the biggest part of eachother's life. I have no heart without him, and he will forever protect it and be gentle with it, just as I am with his own. Every day is a new day when you've got someone as beautiful, funny, intelligent, sarcastic and perfect as him in your life. I refuse to give up on everything we share together.
We always say our heart's our broken, but who ever made that up? Why can't it be our lungs, or our backbone? How come our heart has to be the one to break? Because it's what keeps us alive. It's what holds beauty, no matter what. We compare our hearts to things, to see how good of a person each of us may appear as. We "lend our hearts" to someone whom we trust, but what makes them trustable with our life? Your life, is your heart. Without it, you'd be cold, and lifeless. What makes someone so, amazing, that they deserve to be able to have YOUR LIFE in the palms of their hands? What if you don't ever get it back, or what if it's too broken to place back inside of your chest. People do, die for love. People do, end their lives because of love.
And it isn't stupid, so before you judge a suicide victim, maybe you should fall in love first. Maybe you should give your entire life, to merely a stranger. See how they treat it. See if you're one of the lucky ones.
I am one of the lucky ones, and nothing, not even western can get in the way, ever.
Chris is the best person who was so gracefully brought into my life. He has been there since day one, listening to the pages, that have turned to chapters, of my story. He has given me advice, he has yelled at me, he has told me when I've been wrong and mostly, he's there to tell me how beautiful I am or how people misjudge me or how great my heart really is. Hearing his I love you's are the absolute perfect way to end or begin any day, Sunday through Saturday. He can make me laugh, he can make me cry, and he can make me scream & want to pull all of the hair out of my head. We tell eachother secrets and we make a new promise every day, it seems. He knows me by heart and I know him by heart, because we will always be the biggest part of eachother's life. I have no heart without him, and he will forever protect it and be gentle with it, just as I am with his own. Every day is a new day when you've got someone as beautiful, funny, intelligent, sarcastic and perfect as him in your life. I refuse to give up on everything we share together.
We always say our heart's our broken, but who ever made that up? Why can't it be our lungs, or our backbone? How come our heart has to be the one to break? Because it's what keeps us alive. It's what holds beauty, no matter what. We compare our hearts to things, to see how good of a person each of us may appear as. We "lend our hearts" to someone whom we trust, but what makes them trustable with our life? Your life, is your heart. Without it, you'd be cold, and lifeless. What makes someone so, amazing, that they deserve to be able to have YOUR LIFE in the palms of their hands? What if you don't ever get it back, or what if it's too broken to place back inside of your chest. People do, die for love. People do, end their lives because of love.
And it isn't stupid, so before you judge a suicide victim, maybe you should fall in love first. Maybe you should give your entire life, to merely a stranger. See how they treat it. See if you're one of the lucky ones.
I am one of the lucky ones, and nothing, not even western can get in the way, ever.