Sunday, September 13, 2009

Perseverence


"Anything in life worth having is worth working for."
-Andrew Carnegie
We've been through so much together, so much happiness, sadness, sorrow, and joy. Though would you not say that it was all worth it? Love is such...is such a complicated and often fallacious emotion. But the joys it instills overshadows all doubts and grievances. You've sent me pages upon pages of quotes...alot of them work for us perfectly:

"I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else."

"Distance is just a test to see how far love can travel."

"Distance between two people can mean so little, when they both care so much."


"What I have with her is worth it. It is worth every lonely night, every tear I cry from missing her, and the pain I feel from not having hers close. It is worth it because he is my one and only. When I picture myself years from now, I see only her. No matter how painful the distance is, not having her in my life would be so much worse."
"Love isn’t about the romantic nights or gifts. It isn’t about fireworks going off around you when you have that first real kiss. Love isn’t about kissing in the rain and dancing beneath the stars. It isn’t about the big moments or the big surprises. Love is not a fairytale. Love is about still having the butterflies after years. It’s about the second looks and laying in bed wide awake, all night, because you can’t go to sleep mad at each other. It’s about being willing to sacrifice, literally, everything for someone, just because you care so deeply for them. It’s not about buying them gifts, but it’s about leaving them little presents here and there, just to remind them that you are constantly thinking about them. Love is about all of the little things, that add up to really big things. Love is rare and special, but should not be treated as if it will break. Love needs to be thrown around and beat up a little bit, worn in, but not worn down. Love needs to be a comfortable feeling, a place to go when no one else in the world can relate. A safe place, where you know that no matter how ugly you look or how angry you are, you will still be loved."
"Love is not about perfection: it’s about imperfection and flaws and mistakes. it’s about the mess. love is an emotional train wreck, but i want the mess. i want the train wreck. there will be days when we are so tired of each other, when we want to throw in the towel and be done with it. there will be days when i want to wring your neck and you want to pull your hair out. sometimes i will drive you crazy, and sometimes you will annoy me to no end. we will fight and we will be frustrated. but we will also laugh and laugh and laugh. we’ll act like kids and have fun and never grow up. we will be enslaved by our passion for life and for each other. we’ll stay up late and talk about everything that makes us tick and all the things we wake up for. we’ll eat dessert first and kiss each other unexpectedly. we will explore new places and fall asleep together. fair warning—- i hog the covers and i like to cuddle and sometimes i snore. i will entwine my legs with yours and we’ll dream tangled in each other. it will be the best time of our lives, but it will be crazy and overpowering and and backwards and heart-wrenching and painful and happy all at once. it might be a messy, emotional train wreck. but we will live it. because without the train wreck, we’d never know pure, true, unencumbered, raw love. we’d never know real love.
so let’s survive it together."

Through it all, we're still here, still in love, and still going. We have our troubles, we have our arguments, we have our fallouts, but still after all of that, we still have our love. So much to say and all meant to be true, babe: I really do love you.
You are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.

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