Go for it. While it may not have been a romantic relationship, I have recentley reconciled and stopped kicking myself in the face. Look at "Maybe I need you" by andrea Gibson. By the end I promise you will know what to do.
Thanks! For your advice!
Problem is, we were in a romantic situation… I hope everything works out for the best. Maybe this summer someone will fall out of the sky.
Being told that you are missed by someone who you have had to learn to live without begrudgingly under the understanding that you would go your separate paths for a while. You never really know how much you love someone until you realize how hard it is to be apart from them. I don’t know what to do. I could really use some guidance.
It’s funny because I actually love wearing vintage clothing and shopping at thriftstores and drool over unsigned artists and wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a pair of crocs.
Anyway, I got some great ideas from this new blog I stumbled upon for fashion and such. It also made me think of a wonderful young lady named Haley whom I believe has the best sense of fashion of all in the small town I call home (for the next five months or so anyway). You should also check out her tumblog. It’s kind of the Scheiße.
“If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love lives forever.”
-The Crow (1994)
WARNING. THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE FAULT IN OUR STARS BY JOHN GREEN.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Okay. So I have recently finished The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. Part of me feels like I shouldn’t have let my honors english teacher read it just yet. I wonder if I should have shared it so quickly. Then I think, books like this should be shared. Always.
Hazel, for all intents and purposes, is a teenager. I too am a teenager. I know how it feels to feel so silly and so happy and so eyelid fluttery around someone I like. Young love CANNOT be stopped, even within young adults who just so happen to have cancer. Cancer is not just an ailment, it is a part of you as Hazel wonderfuly pointed out. I can’t help but think about what I would do if I had a terminal ailment. Or if someone I loved was afflicted. That feeling of knowing that someone can die is really my Imperial Affliction. Peter van Hauten was right- pain demands to be felt.
In life, I find the ability to feel pain dampened by those around me. Like, I’m not allowed to just cry and feel that pain. But I think it’s because those around me are afraid I won’t be able to feel anything else but that pain. Life has shown me that I would be nothing without that pain. Without that heartache. If I hadn’t felt so low, how would I know to feel happy?
Hazel and Augustus knew what it was like to be happy together. After Augustus’ death, Hazel would have inevitably felt pain. In my opinion, her parents, her friends, and Augustus’ family didn’t allow her to feel that pain long enough. Her love for Augustus wasn’t just physical. It was a friendship. It was understanding. Augustus Waters understood Hazel like no one else could.
That kind of understanding can only be found with your someone and it demands to be felt. Whether it be for a small infinity, love isn’t something to be contained…even if it ends in one of three things: break-up, death, or divorce.
Because love demands to be felt.
Fantastic job John.
So, what’s up with ‘The Crow’ quote? Well…I saw it and couldn’t help but think about my someone. This someone understands me as no one else can.
Just a few. I don’t really care about the followers…It’s mostly about making content that I believe conveys how I feel on a platform that is easily understood by those I know. My tumblog is mostly read by my friends, but I do appreciate your visit. :)
So, I am inevitably at work on a January day, passing the time with chores and such. As I am folding what seems like the twentieth Pizza Hut apron, I turn to look at the television- a daughter of someone doing laundry was watching ABC family. What I see is an eighties era chick flick complete with intimate tonsil hokey accompanied by blaring saxophone tracks. I remember a time when I thought that scenes like this were identical to real life. How wrong I was. But, in a way, I was right. Sometimes you hear the music of someone when you spend time together. Chance encounters and stolen glances revive notes and melodies that you feel like you have heard before but can’t remember exactly were. I can hear the music with those I love- an ability I cherish. The music of caring and acceptance rings through my life now, my own personal soundtrack following wherever I may roam- hopefully without the big hair and costume jewelry the film’s protagonist was inevitably wearing. Eighties romances are a terribly underused resources to spark pensive thoughts on ones life.