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I wish people understood that loving someone is a choice you make, and some people make choices quicker than others.
“Let the world roll around in the same ole muck. Don’t be afraid to create somethin’ different.”
No one told me it would be this hard to download the story from my head to the screen.
I don’t believe in past lives or reincarnation, but I believe in predestined, orchestrated events, expertly woven by the hand of the Creator of the universe.
Kissing Noah is not vanilla. It is a five-layered cake made with exotic ingredients that wax and wane on your tongue. And I think I finally understand what it means to be alive.
If I’ve learned one thing from losing three years of my life, it’s that the time we have on this earth is short. Make every moment count and live it in joy to the fullest while bringing glory to God. We were created for nothing less.
that didn’t stop them from choosing one another. “No matter how two people come together,” Fetu says at one point during the night, “it’s the choice to remain that’s important.”
It felt good to not cave. To stand my ground for once. To speak my true feelings instead of trying to coddle someone who hurt me like I did when Lane broke my heart.
Sure, I still struggle with those things, but then I remember I’m alive, and God has a reason to keep me awake on this earth. It gives me a sense of purpose.
Some people are so innately full of love that they breathe life into the dead instead of siphoning it from the living.”
Logically, I know we will come to an understanding, and all of this will one day be water under the bridge. But right now, it hurts. Like water filling my lungs.
I don’t have the energy to go out of my way for someone who lied to me. I’m practicing standing my ground and not giving over to appeasement tendencies.
When you can trust someone enough to fight with them, beautiful bridges are built to bury all of the nasty water under it.
It’s like my body and soul recognize him, but my brain hasn’t caught up yet.
“There is beauty in the bramble. Our mess is ours, and it’s my favorite.”
This is what love and marriage is truly about. Vulnerability. Openness. Safe places to land. Unwavering trust and support.
