remember that story thumbalina about the girl who was so little that she slept on a rose petal?
i wish i was her.
sometimes i wish i could sit down in the palm of my boyfriends hand so he could tuck me away from the world and carry me safely in his pocket
other times i wish i could be a little fairy fluttering from his shoulder to his neck, whispering into his ear
in the course of a regular day, i forget how special he is and because we have been together for so long now, i take him for granted
since we are so comfortable together and i am so relaxed around him-- he often deals with the worst of me. that makes me sad. because the truth is-- i want him to experience the best of me. (not to say that he doesn't-- i just know that it's not enough).
i am going to make it a conscious effort on my part, no matter how tired or stressed out i am, to choose love. to always choose love.
things i love about him:
his hands
how he always wakes up happy in the morning
the way he can turn anything into an adventure
his sense of playfulness
he is not afraid of anything physical
the way he thinks that everything is possible
his faith
hmmm i really didn't think this post was going to turn out this way. i'm kind of considering deleting it. but it is what it is right? xo
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