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Thursday, 01 October 2009

  • They Call Him Love

    Sitting with him folding his shirts, even though I hate folding laundry.
    Playing connect the dots with the freckles on his back and kissing them all softly.
    Tracing the millions of tiny scars in his hands.
    Watching him bite his nails to nothing.
    Playing soccer down the isles at Target.
    Watching his eyes squint while he laughs.
    The way he talks, the way he dresses, the way he walks and is.
    He calls me babydoll, he calls me love.
    Rubbing our noses together playfully.
    Sitting in his lap quietly while he watches me read.
    Going out for frozen yogurt a half hour away just because we can.
    Laying together and holding hands while we lay out in the sun.
    Kissing my toes as I sit with my feet in the water of his lane while he swims.
    Going out for Jamba Juice.
    Going through mountains of baby pictures together.
    Walking around together arm in arm.
    Teasing, joking, laughing.
    Taking pictures just so we have them to look at later.
    Watching as he rocks out to music in the car.
    Holding my hand as he drives.
    Planning our future together.
    Cologne shopping.
    Kissing the scar on my knee up and down, up and down.
    Telling stories.
    Watching as he kisses my face fast, all over.
    Smiling.

    I love you.

Saturday, 08 August 2009

  • I think I'm in need of a little help.

    Let me start off by saying that I am unconditionally and completely in love with my boyfriend. Without a doubt. However, sometimes I feel there's a bit of a communication block, but it's not when the two of us are alone. Rather, it's when it's him, myself, and his best friend, who happens to be a girl.

    Now, I have no problem with his best friend being a girl. I trust him when he says he looks at her only as a friend, as a younger sister almost. But it's her that I don't completely trust. A few months back when he was visiting home on leave, he decided to take an impromptu beach trip with her and one other friend, one that I was unaware of. Keep in mind that this other friend is a complete stoner, unaware to everything that's going on and he'd lie for my boyfriend under any circumstance because he looks up to him for some reason. So you can see why I wasn't exactly happy that he took a trip with her to the beach and failed to mention it to me. We managed to fix things, but I can't trust her much after that whole ordeal.

    After that, it was extremely awkward anytime I had to be around the both of them. I like being able to spend time with him, whether it be with friends or alone. But with her, things just don't mesh. Not to mention that they've known each other for years, so it seems as if I don't exist when they start conversing. They ramble off on inside jokes and there's just no room for me to jump into the conversation anywhere. Maybe I'll get the chance to laugh occasionally, if even. I just don't know what to do. I already don't like being around her as it is, but when there's no room for me to even talk to my boyfriend at all, well, it just pretty much makes up my mind. I don't like her, and that's not changing.

    My big issue, though, lies in the fact that I don't know how to bring this to my BF's attention. I've told him once, and he basically told me he'd choose her over me that night simply because he sees and talks to me all the time and has rarely gotten to talk and speak with her over the past few months. Now that just doesn't sit right with me. I can't tell him that I don't like talking to him while he talks with her because I'd basically be telling him to choose one or the other, and I can't do that to him. Not when she's been there for him through so much and really kept him together before he and I met and hit things off. But at the same time, I want and need to talk to him too. We're long distance, and the only way to hold it together is to talk. But he doesn't talk to me when he's talking to her.

    Any advice and opinions you have to offer is greatly appreciated, because I quite honestly don't know what to do.

Tuesday, 21 July 2009

  • We'll Be Holding Hands Once Again

    So toddler like, every single step. Wobbling, unbalanced, unsure. Foot after foot, walking down an unknown and undetermined path, not knowing where I’m destined to go. Following, hoping for the best.

    But then there was a hand, a steadying factor. A hand that balanced me and made it okay to look up instead of down, making sure that I didn’t trip. There was a scared up hand with long fingers, bitten down nails, and a roughness to it. But it was a hand nonetheless, a hand I so desperately needed.

    And somehow, that hand fit perfectly in mine, counter-balanced the small size of my soft hands and made my not so perfect nails look more perfect than they ever had. Our knuckles were not the same, just as our skin tones weren’t and the amount of scars differed. Two different hands laced together as one, like the rest of ourselves. But as different as we were, we were the same in so many ways.

    I observed our fingers, laced tightly together without a chance of becoming loosened. I sat there and pulled them close to my eyes, silently looking them over and wondering how each darkened scar had gotten there, the story behind it. But as I quietly looked over our entwined hands, you quietly looked over me. Watching the way my hair moved, how I’d move a strand behind my ear with my free hand and then trace a scar with it. You sat there and just stared, embracing even the smallest of movements and smiling at it all, loving it all, just as I love you.

Friday, 17 July 2009

  • Coming Second

    Not too long ago I was reading through datingish as usual and happened to come across this entry.

    Reading through it, it had me reminiscing about a time where my boyfriend and I had been through a sort of semi situation that really had me questioning how much I really did mean to him. He didn't necessarily blow up or throw a tantrum, but he did abuse alcohol and put me second to it because "he couldn't turn down a challenge" (referring to beer pong).

    Now I'm not saying it's wrong to drink, but I don't condone heavy drinking. I don't accept any form of using drugs, EVER. I don't involve myself in anything that'll cause my body harm like that or take the control of my life out of my hands. I like to know what's going on. But I'm not going to stop my SO from going out and having a few drinks as long as it's not abusive and he doesn't come home drunk.

    So needless to say, in this situation I did not take it lightly. I had to do a lot of reassessing and there was a LOT of trust that had been lost, especially since he had told me time and time again that he never had more than two or three drinks. Obviously not.

    In the end we worked it all out and he saw how much damage that he had done, but I can't help but think that not everyone can be as lucky as I was to manage to work this out, and work it out positively nonetheless.

    Has anyone ever been in situations like these? If so, how did you manage it and how did it work out for you? And if you haven't, what are your thoughts on it all?

Saturday, 04 July 2009

  • Dear Daddy...

    Earlier today my boyfriend and I were talking about the future of our relationship. Even though he's in the air force and he plans on being in for several years to come, we both see marriage down the road and love each other too unconditionally for that not to happen.

    However, there has been a question eating at my mind every time we talk about this subject: Is he going to ask my father's permission before he pops the question to me?

    Growing up in a religious household and being fairly religious myself, my father's approval means a lot to me. After all, he is my dad. He's protected me and supported me and done everything he possibly can to make sure that I have every opportunity that the world has to offer me. And this isn't just a religious belief, either. It's my own personal decision. I've been good at separating what I feel is right and what isn't through personal choice and not through what I'm supposed to believe through church. But regardless, it's important to me that whoever my future husband be at least go to my dad before he comes to me. He deserves that respect.

    But what shocked me though was that my boyfriend feels the same and was going to go to my father regardless if I had asked him to or not. He's not the most traditional and definitely less religious than I am, especially with being in the military. It was a nice surprise, and I just love him more because of it.

    After letting this all soak in, though, I really began thinking. Maybe even though this world is always changing and walking down a less traditional pathway, we still have very traditional values on certain things.

    I guess what I'm getting at is what do you think about this particular step? Do you feel it necessary that your SO go to your father figure before he ask you? I'm curious to see.

daniellelove

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    • Name: Danielle
    • Gender: Female
    • Member Since: 6/29/2009

About Me

  • Well my name is Danielle and I just turned eighteen. I may not be as knowledge as others out there, but I've got a pretty good head on my shoulders. Soccer is my love as well as my boyfriend, who I happen to be in a long distance relationship with. I love hot chocolate, taking pictures, and sitting down with a good book. Oh, and I wish I was in New York rather then here.

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