“Good morning, beautiful. How are you?” 

Good morning. 

It’s silly to think of the importance one can find within a “Good morning” text, isn’t it? 

I’d rather believe that one day I’ll fall upon a man who will send them starting off the day and following always with a “Goodnight”. 

• It means he is “into you” 

But does it? 

-Does it actually, indeed- tell you this human is “into you”?

I always wondered- well, quite frankly only because I have friends and love ones that are dear to my heart who tell me “Good morning” and “Goodnight.” 

But why, just why are the “Good morning” text messages or calls so damn important? 

• Because we have reason to believe there is more there besides just a simple text or call. 

Because we want to believe that when this special significant other wakes up- we are automatically on their mind. 

That they want to take that simple second in their day just to brighten ours up. 

That the simple questions of “how are you?” And “how’s your day?” Are questions we care to hear and to answer. 

That all of this is simply just what we want. 

Because each of us desires this kind of “love”. The love you see in movies and magazines and even now on social media. 

The love that could be untrue- but oh so real if you really, just really- desire it. 

The kind of love that makes you feel beautiful, every day and every night.

The kind of love that makes you feel thought about, reassured and wanted. 

You are always wanted. 

Remember that. 
Every one is wanted. –

Good Morning, Beautiful. I love you. 

Falling in love with their scent, their eyes, their touch and even so their words.

February will always be my favorite month. 

• Have you ever been so in love with another person that thinking of one simple word can bring back so many memories?

“February”. 

–He could never pronounce it correctly.

The one thing I’ve missed the most. 

-He understood the importance of the month to me. He understood me. 

While being as giddy as I could be- asking him to say the month out loud became one of my favorite memories.

• It is strange to me how little factors you tend to fall for within another human being.

•These factors that you wouldn’t find in another one.

These factors that you tended to love but still loved again without them. 

How is this possible?

How could it be that we are here to meet so many people in our lives and yet each one of them can be so completely different.

How can it be you can fall in love with multiple different beings and not one is alike compared to the other. 

It’s odd to me to understand this.

Is this an example of the unanswered understanding of “love”?

Or is it simply because we grow and change. 

So how are you to determine who is “The One”?

How are you suppose to understand this is who your heart leans towards when each love is completely different?

Each person you touch is never the same.

“The heart wants what the heart wants.”

Perhaps this is true.

But can we trust this.  

Do you trust your heart?
How- in my years of “love” the one love that never hurt me was the least of what I wanted.

How- in my years of “love” I can still imagine him and I, sitting there and giggling on how he could not pronounce “February”.

-it is a funny thing, isn’t it?

February.

How confusing it is to understand February. 

How hard it was for him to say it.  

But how easy it was for him to love.

“In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.”

In sickness and in health. 

-Seeing first hand of other couples fighting sickness or nourishing back to health has always been the one thing I adore about “love”.

Ever sit at a hospital and just watch? 

Have you ever wondered- as I have from the beginning, what their story is?

1. Who is sick-
2. What went wrong-
3. Who is getting better-
4. Why are they here.

You end up wondering if it is a child of an elderly couple whom picked up a sickness he/she is fighting. You then wonder if it is a newlywed couple giving birth to their first child. You question if maybe, just maybe- it is a husband whom may be waiting for a spousal surgery for cancer removal.

Can you see him?

Can you see how much he loves her. How scared he is something will go wrong.

Can you see in his eyes how thankful he is for everything she has done and has becomed. 

Can you see him?

He falls in love with her every day.

I can see it.

I can see how times in our lives, like today- will make you reflect to who you are.

Who you have become.

What you want. 

Times like today- I can see who I love, who I miss and who I know that I’m standing here for.

It is times like today when I reflect back to what I wanted compared to what I need. 

• It is times like today where I get reminded how strong and addicting love can be. 

It is times like today where I wish I had loved my first as much as he did me.

It is times like today where I realize the one person I have loved can not send the same love I need.

The addicting, the strong and the “I would die without you” love.

The love I see here. 

The love I have seen here 9 years ago. 

The love I saw in his eyes. 

The love I will always reach for.

The kind I understand.

-Do you see him?

I do.

He can not wait till his best friend comes out of surgery cancer free.

She can not wait to see him. 

She can not wait to see him.

When people tend to “people watch”, it is always stereotypical for everyone to assume it is negative. As I sit here at a local park- I can’t help but to acknowledge everything else that is surrounding me.

• Do you ever really look up? Look into the skies, the trees, hear the birds sing and watch how they live? What about the locals around you- have you ever wondered why they’re at the park alone, too? Or if there is a couple, what do they gain from coming here together?

It has always been a chaotic world to me. How we are molded into this planet called earth to live life a certain way- to love a certain way, to learn a certain way and to follow beliefs a certain way.

• I have always looked at the world as simple as this- we are born, we grow, we get a career and then- we reproduce.

The cycle continues over and over and- over.

 “There should be a course in first grade on love.”-AW 

 

Not anywhere in our life have we grown up learning HOW to love, HOW to appreciate, HOW to be simply kind to your spouse.

Of course our parents can teach us what they know- but who is really to say the understanding of love will be the same understanding as your own?

Who is to say the way I admire the love of your life is the same way the person next to me is approaching it.

In general life, every human on this earth will have a different approach to everything- so how in fact do we as humans relate to other people’s love stories?

-How can I sit in this park and dream as I also wish that I could be as happy as some of these couples around me.

Why would I if every way a human loves is completely different?

–Because we are born to only love but learn how to hate. 

Because loving someone, something or some value is always an important characteristic every human is created with.

Because at the end of each day- we do want to know if we’re cared for, if we’re thought of and if someone, somewhere- loves us. 

How strange is that?

How strange to fall in love with one person you never thought you leave and have the goal to fall in love, again.

To give the chance, again.

To experience it, again.

To hope you’re the couple walking through the park admiring life, admiring nature and admiring each other.

You grow to become stronger.

You grow to learn to forgive.

And you grow to simply- simply love again.

 

 

“Pride will always be the longest distance between two people.” 

-Have you ever wonder why, at most times- it may seem easier for the man in the relationship to let everything “go”?

How the love of your life can tell you- 

“I am leaving you, and I will not be coming back.”

How does he just stand there.

Looking at her and not taking a step forward to stop her.

Not reaching out and yelling-

            “But I love you. I need you”.

• “Love is going to get you killed, but pride will be the death of you.”

They say the man is the strongest of God’s creations. That he can hold the  world on his shoulders and he stood to protect his family, his friends and his loved ones.

Ever thought about how many thoughts and emotions are held in that “world”?

Most times a man is strong enough to fix your breaks in an automobile.

Most times a man is strong enough to move a tool box out from his truck’s bed.

Most times a man is strong enough to show the unconditional love for his child.

And as most times a man is strong enough to let his pride and his ego win the race with his own desire of love.

Why does it matter?

• Why must one be okay with letting him know he may lose the love of his life due to his pride.

How is one okay with knowing he could never speak to her again DUE to his pride.

  That he could never love her again. 

Pride seems to always be there.

•     To always run wildly. 

ORIGIN:

1. Old English – Prūd
2. Old English – Prytu, Pryte
3. Old English – Pryde
4. English – Proud

Pride. 

I’ll never forget this night.

Talking to a good friend of mine at a local bar as he expresses to me how pride will stand in almost every man. How he could miss her, dream of her, want to see her- but would not “allow” himself.

I suppose I’m reflecting to this as I am with the term of social media. How society tells you what is “okay” to post. What is “wrongfully justified” to post. How letting your feelings and emotions splatter out on a post is simply- “not okay”.

Why would you wonder I blog? Ha.

-So is it in fact that?

• Is it a man can not let his pride down simply because what society has taught him?

Because to the world this man would look “pussy-whooped”, would look “weak”, would look like he cares so much more about love over his other “friends”.

Why does it matter?

“Society isn’t there to run your life- YOU ARE letting it run your life.” 

I’ll never understand this term “pride” in the rightful way towards relationships.

Pride. 

It seems to occur in the worst of times. 

To the pridefulness of wanting to love one but not allowing yourself.

To the pridefulness of not allowing him to say “I’m sorry”, “I miss you” and “I love you”.

To the pridefulness of not picking up the phone.

To the pridefulness of friends judging what you do, what you say, who you’re with.

To the pridefulness of acting upon an infidelity action to prove to your “friends” you just might still be- what is it?

Oh, yes.

“The man”.

To the pridefulness of possibly never meeting anyone like her- but still letting yourself let her walk away.

The term pride– in my heart- is believed to be used in ways that hurt love more than it nourishes it.

The term pride I am too familiar with.

The term pride made my next relationship one of the most over- extended, over-forgiving, over looked at relationships I had ever been in.

The term pride taught me more about a man in our society than any book or blog could ever.

The term pride is also why I finally just had to-

Just had to-

Walk away.