I would tell you that when he got really sick, I got really scared and I didn’t honestly know what to do or how to react. I didn’t cry like a normal person would, instead I angrier and more bitter as the time slowly passed. It was agony watching him suffer at times I don’t even know what was worse, watching him slowly wither away without being able to help him or watching my Meamu watch the love of her life wither before her eyes. I would tell you that my Papa was the BEST MAN I ever knew and you would have been lucky to have gotten to know him the way I did. He loved me more than the world itself, even when I made it extremely hard for him to love me and for that I am blessed to have had him in my life for the time he was there. He wanted me when no one else did.
Yeah, losing your heart’s desire is tragic. But gaining your heart’s desire…It’s all you can hope for. This year, I wished for love. To immerse myself in someone (thing) else and to wake a heart long afraid to feel. My wish was granted. And if having that is tragic…then give me tragedy. Because, I wouldn’t give it back for the world.
Peyton Sawyer ;; One Tree Hill
And to borrow a few more words from another favorite fictional character that’s close to my heart, I would also tell you that…
We try to live responsible, logical lives. But we can't tell our hearts how to feel. Sometimes our hearts lead us to places we never thought we wanted to go. And sometimes our hearts can be the sweetest, gentlest things we have. Sometimes our hearts can make us feel miserable, angry, excited and confused. All at once. But at least my heart is open. And I'm writing again. I'm feeling. I'm breathing.
Liz Parker ;; Roswell
I would tell you that if she were sitting here right now, I would tell her that I miss her and that it doesn’t matter what happened almost three years ago because I still love her no matter what and she’ll always be family. My door will never be closed to her.
I would tell you that without Molli, I wouldn’t have had the chance to meet or get to know my GBYA Girls or Marie, whom I’m just starting to get to know and already I adore her and love her to pieces. I would tell you, that she is one of the sweetest people and amazingly talented author’s that I’ve ever met and that through both her and Molli, I am living one of my dreams vicariously. I would also tell you, that Molli and I haven’t always had it so easy, that when it was bad it really was bad. I would also take another deep breath and tell you, that we both learned that we could be better and that by both learning and growing we slowly began to knit our precious friendship back together as beautiful as a shining tapestry of love, support, and kindness.
I’m not sure it’s possible to simultaneously love something and keep it safe. Loving someone is such an inherently dangerous act. And yet, love, that’s where safety lives.
Just One Year (Just One Day #2) ;; Gayle Forman
I would tell you that I am extremely proud of selling four keychains and one charm bracelet (two different people), that I have made within the last year, actually the last month and a half. A little over a year ago, I got into beading and jewerly making as a hobby, something to keep my mind off of dwelling on things that I can't change and worrying to death over why I can't change them, little did I know how much I would come to love doing it or how good at it I would become. It's a lot of work, time, and cost but I have loved every minute of it. I've made all sorts of things from charm bracelets, necklaces, earrings, bookmarks, purse bling, and keychains as gifts for friends and family. I would probably bore you to death by showing you pictures of all the pretty things that I have made so far and probably offer to make you something, if you wanted. I love making pretty sparkling things for my friends and family, it usually gets me a smile and a nice round of, "Oooh's..." and "Ahhh's."
I would tell you that I’ve enjoyed our cup of coffee or tea, how about we get another cup and talk for a little while more?
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets
In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, a year in the life?
How about love?
Seasons of Love ;; RENT