Love is constantly wondering what he sees in me and never having to question why I’m with him.
There will never be enough words to explain just how grateful I am for the sacrifices you’ve made. For the time you’ve lost. For the memories missed. For the terrors you’ve seen. For the nightmares you’ve lived.
Thank you to the strongest, most courageous people I will ever know, my Veterans. Thank you all for not only what you do or what you’ve done, but more importantly for what you’ve sacrificed.
I hope one day you know what it’s like to laugh, even half as much as we do.
I hope one day you know what it’s like to kiss, even half as deeply as we do.
I hope one day you know raw passion, even half as intense as ours.
I hope one day you find a love as inevitable as the sunrise, even if you’re half as certain as we are.
I hope one day you know what it’s like to love and be loved, even half as madly, truly, and completely as we do.
I remember a conversation I had with a guy about soul mates. He believed in God, in miracles, and the divine, but he could not believe in the idea of soul mates. He didn’t understand how I could believe that one person out of billions could be “the one” for me. He told me he saw himself falling in love, getting married, and having babies, but would never think of her as his soul mate. I wanted to cry. She will never know what it’s like to have someone think she was the only one for him. She will never know the feeling of having someone believe that their love was as inevitable as the sunrise. She will never know. And in that moment my heart broke for her.
In and Out
She Cried Perfect Tears
Her Five Faces
by Rose Wong
I was never afraid of death. In fact, death never crossed my mind. Why should it? I was twenty with my entire life in front of me. Death was for the dying.
Or so I thought.
I am now twenty-eight, and for the better part of the last eight years death is all I can think about. I am not sick, nor am I dying.
I am truly, madly, deeply in love.
Nothing makes death more apparent than having everything to live for. Now, death surrounds me. Every kiss, every “I love you,” every simply perfect day I spend with him reminds me that, although we may have our whole lives ahead of us, death will come. No matter how long our life together may be, it will never be long enough.
Here I am experiencing the love of a lifetime with death as my constant companion. Death tells me to kiss deeper, stare longer, laugh harder, and love endlessly.
Death, who I thought only surrounds himself with the dying, has made himself a permanent fixture amongst the loving.
I ask myself this question whenever I’m with him.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via larmoyante)