2.28.12: Water

He’s a tall glass of water but my thirst can’t be quenched. I drink him in and I still want more. I always want more. It seems that I have a perpetual fear of dehydration. I can never get enough. My body craves it to survive. Despite the fact that I know that too much water can drown me, I feel lifeless and empty without it. I need it. I need him. 

2.22.13: T.O.D.

I’m convinced that when I was born, my life somehow became intertwined with adversity. I’m still debating on whether it’s a gift or a curse: always having to face a challenge or being strong enough to know that I can overcome whatever challenge presents itself…nothing ever comes easily to me; whatever I have obtained is something that I’ve worked hard to earn. My daddy taught me that: “ you won’t get anywhere if you don’t put the effort in.” So I listened and put the effort in and I worked harder than anyone else but let me tell you, it doesn’t get any easier…you just need motivation to drive you. 

2.12.13: Hey There, Superstar

His eyes were blacker than coal and they looked right through me. They were trying to tell me something but I had no idea what. They were piercing.

            I had never conversed with their owner but I knew him regardless. He was our superstar: the kid who had it all and knew it. He carried himself a little too confidently and sometimes he let it get to his head but rightfully so. He had worked hard to get to the top. I always saw him putting in the effort. He puts up a good front: acting like he owns the world…but I know that there’s more to him that he protects.

            I blinked my eyes a couple of times and returned back to reality. I glanced over my to where he was standing ever so confidently. He waved his hand in the air calling a play of some sort. I sat up straighter. His eyes flashed in my direction while a smirk played at his lips. He nodded at me slightly with a “watch this” attitude and then he was off. I cocked my head to the side trying to figure out what those eyes, once again, were trying to tell me as he took control of our team. 

2.12.13: T.O.D.

I don’t like when people think of me as a princess. The word princess has the connotation of needing to be saved. I don’t need to be saved. But just because I don’t like the word and can take care of myself doesn’t mean that I deserve not to be treated like one…and you damn well better respect me enough to treat me like one. 

2.9.13: Family and Everyone in Between

You are you. And there are two types of people in the world: people who will drain you and people who will enhance you. You have to decide which to surround yourself with. I've been at both ends. I've seen both extremes. The people who drain you are dangerous because you don't realize that it's even happening. But before you know it, you're lazy and you're slacking and you're not wanting to do anything. You start to feel less and less like yourself and a sense of hopelessness sinks in. You start to feel as if you'll never get back to your real life.
And then at the other end of the spectrum, you have the ones that are there to enhance you. You will feel like a superhero. You'll feel as if you can do anything and you'll constantly be supported by these people. They'll be there for you through anything and support every action that you do no matter how ridiculous it may seem. They'll give you advice no matter what.
Everyone is given these kind of people at birth. I like to call them family. Some people are more fortunate than others and some are even so lucky that they find friends that they can call their second family.
I'd like to thank the people in my life who have been there to support me because without their help, there is no way that I''d been able to accomplish all that I do on a daily basis. Because of their constant love and support, instead of running away from opportunities for fear of it being too much for me, I now accept them with open arms because I know that I can handle anything that's thrown at me.
Thank you to everyone you loves and supports me through thick and think. You know who you are.

2.7.13: Truths and Embellishments

He brings me back. I don’t mean literally, I mean figuratively. When life gets in my way, I think of him, and I can breathe again, even if it’s just for a little while. His touch takes me out of reality and helps me cope with things that are out of my control. His voice, speaking only words of encouragement, gives me the strength that I need to press on when I feel that all hope is lost. He has become for me something that I never thought that I’d have. He grounds me, soothes me, motivates me. He is everything. And I know that I love him. And he knows that I love him. And I can feel it in my bones. But I’m also afraid because being in love is scary and exhilarating and comforting and happy all at the same time. He sees all of me and that is what’s scary: giving someone else every possible thing that you can for them to break you but trusting that they won’t. And it’s exhilarating and comforting and happy because finding another person to share every detail of your life with is a once in a lifetime opportunity and once you find it, you can’t ever go back. And you don’t want to go back. Because once you find that person, you have to have them and you can’t let them go and their happiness is always above yours no matter the cost. And then you aren’t selfish anymore because you care more for that person then you do yourself. He does all of that for me without even realizing it. He always brings me back and because of that, I will always be his.