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“This isn't going to be pretty. Rules will be broken. Friendships will be tested. And huge risks will be taken. But they're small prices to pay for true love and freedom, right?”
I wanted to live on my own—make decisions without asking for permission from my family. Cook my own dinner. Pay for my own shit. Create a life of my own. And at the end of the day, I wanted to live a life I was proud of. And I wouldn’t achieve it until I moved out. I needed to follow my passion.
Luv Shuv meaning feelings like love.
No matter how crazy my family was, they were my crazies.
“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste it, to experience the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.” - Eleanor Roosevelt
“Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.”
We stayed in the coffee shop. Sharing stories. Exchanging smiles. Laughing. Feeling lighter than ever.
“It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept and celebrate those differences.”
We all looked different, but our passions, dreams, hopes, and ideas brought us all together. And to think of all that we could achieve by contributing to each other’s knowledge—it was incredibly humbling.
It was getting tiring to constantly remind myself that I was here to learn architecture, be my own person, and be independent. Sam should be at the bottom of my priority list. In fact, he shouldn’t be on the list at all. But then why did I keep putting him at the top of the stupid list?
“We become not a melting pot but a beautiful mosaic. Different people, different beliefs, different yearnings, different hopes, different dreams.”
Every day, I waited for him to kiss me. Every day, I prayed he wouldn’t. Every day, I struggled not to kiss him. Every day, I hoped it would get easier.
We were two very different people from different countries with very different cultural backgrounds.
Friend. What an awful word. I hated it. I didn’t spend most of the day thinking about my friend. I didn’t get lost in my friend’s eyes. I didn’t get hard when I looked at my friend’s curves. I didn’t laugh at my friend’s bad jokes, and I certainly didn’t jack off to my friend’s name on my lips.
“Our diversity is our strength. What a dull and pointless life it would be if everyone was the same.”
She was a ray of sunshine.
“We were together. I forget the rest.” - Walt Whitman
“We all live with the objective of being happy, our lives are all different and yet the same.”
If you want me to stay, I’ll stay. If you want me to go, I’ll go. And for the ‘where is this going’ now, I have been dreaming about you for months.
“Bring the pure wine of love and freedom. But sir, a tornado is coming. More wine, we'll teach this storm a thing or two about whirling.”
Are we worth going through all this trouble?
“Love is a friendship set to music.”
“I saw that you were perfect, and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.”
She made me want to talk more. She made me want to live more. Do more. Be more. I never really had a chance, did I? I was in love. And it was terrifying.
“I am free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them; if I find them too obnoxious, I break them. I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do.”
“Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart, and the senses.”
Love was just a state of being. To simply exist with a person in a harmony that was perfect just for them. To feel settled and calm by their mere presence in your life.
Hours passed. And she loved me. Days passed. And she loved me.
When did I fall so fucking deep? Was I terrified? Yeah. Was I okay with it? Hell, yeah. Fuck.
“I love you and that’s the beginning and end of everything.”
Warmth. Home. Love. Miss me.
Come back to me soon.
No words were spoken. We knew what was coming. We knew what needed to be done. We held hands all through the check-in line. We walked slower as we neared the security gate. We had to let go here. Anytime now. But we couldn’t.
This is just a promise ring. I wanted you to have it. Whenever you have any doubt about us—and I know it’s bound to happen
“Being a family means you are a part of something very wonderful. It means you will love and be loved for the rest of your life.” - Lisa Weed
“Nothing is better than going home to family and eating good food and relaxing.”
“Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.”
But I was losing hope.
“To us, family means putting your arms around each other and being there.”
“A true romantic will break the rules for the right reasons. He will not conform to the ideals bestowed upon him by society. Instead, he will fight for a climate of freedom that allows him to pursue and obtain his heart's true yearning. He will appear incorrect in his upright form, but such perception only through the eyes of those traveling under the hypnotic notion of social paradigms. Do not judge he who is breaking the rules, rather try to understand his motivations. If his intent is pure then his fight is not in vain.”
“The simple lack of her is more to me than others’ presence.”
Even if I were to scream a hundred times for them to accept the differences of people, I knew it wouldn’t make a difference. It’s human nature. It is incredibly difficult to make people accept the differences.
“…what good would it do to shutter your windows, never dream of rainbows or find hope in promises? Why choose to walk away rather than hold your ground and fight for love?”
“In the game of life; Sometimes we win, Sometimes we lose, Either ways, we should always keep playing.” - Lailah Gifty Akita
You are not too bad. No compliment has ever made me happier.
Love surrounded us, a physical force that was finally free to exist between us. It didn’t have to worry about judgment from others and permission from the family. It could just thrive and grow now. All the barriers that stopped me from surrendering to this love broke free.
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”
“Women love the last blow as well as the last word, and when they fight for love they are pitiless as a wounded buffalo.”
Flattery was my best friend now.
“I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.”
