If ever I get to see you again, I will not hesitate. I will hug you twice, for as long as I can, even when eyes are on us, and feel every second I’m close to you. Because I love you but I don’t know if you love me too. And I don’t know if I’d get to see you again after. So many uncertainties and the unknown scares me too, but there’s one thing I am sure of: as long as I’m alive and feel the love, I will never pass up an opportunity to let you know how I feel. I will brave storms, ego, and thoughts of what others would think and say, just for a slim chance to be with you if you want me too. ❤
I am the lighthouse guiding you home.
I am the moon illuminating your buried desires, the star healing all your fears.
I am the Queen of Swords, the speaker of truths. I am the one person you couldn’t lie to.
I am the oasis in your desert of denial.
I am your secret source of sunshine, the wish fulfilling your dreams.
I am the last drop to make your cup runneth over.
I am the one you long to embrace at the end of the day.
I am your forever soulmate, the reason you will always find home. 💗🌻💗
Without saying anything, you knew what I meant with what I gave you.
I wanted you to keep it, tucked away somewhere safe–a precious keepsake to savor in secret, only you would know where to find it.
I wanted you to have a piece of me telling you how I feel–that I am grateful for you, that I care for you, that I do love you though you may have doubts because I have never shown you my feelings before–a time when I was so confused trying to be a good girl–to make the grade of norm, but now I know.
And I am defying everything I’ve known until now just for a chance to tell you what’s been sleeping in my heart for years.
And if we never see each other again, I just want you to know–I gave you my love in a handwritten letter. ❤
My favorite Indigo Girls song since grade school. Since then, I’ve discovered their other songs and I’m always drawn to the philosophical ones like Closer to Fine and Galileo. But Power of Two will always be my first love. The lyrics are so simple, but deep, beautiful, honest, and full of soul. 💗
You know the things that I am afraid of
I’m not afraid to tell
And if we ever leave a legacy
It’s that we loved each other well…
And this particular line reminds me of a soulmate kind of love:
The closer I’m bound in love to you
The closer I am to free
This is probably my favorite cover version of Valerie. Stripped down, acoustic, and the pure, powerful, smoky vocals of Amy Winehouse. Sometimes the most tortured souls make the most beautiful music.
My evergreen-favorite Neil Sedaka song. I was in high school when I distinctly remember instantly falling in love with this song. 💕 Back then, I played CDs whenever I was up and alone in the wee hours of the morning reviewing for quizzes and exams. There was one mix (pirated 🤫) CD of sentimental love songs I always included on rotation, and Laughter in the Rain was one of the songs in it I constantly back-tracked to. I don’t know how else to explain it, but it gave me the “romantic chills” and never failed to make me smile whenever I heard it. And yeah, that was probably why that CD got scratched after just a few runs. 🤔😅
Anyway, that pirated mix CD is long gone now, but my love for this song is here to stay. Ever the romantic, yes, I still get the chills when this is on. And a tickled pink smile that instantly lights up the room. 🤩
From one of my writer inspirations on IG, Amie McNee. ~
My mantra especially on days when my mother tells me I should get paid for having a poem published in a literary journal or when my juvenile essay was picked in an international writing contest and published in an anthology. And I try my very best to keep my cool (and my fiery temper at bay) whenever I try to explain why I don’t get paid for those. Reality is, I don’t always get paid for writing (that’s what day jobs and sidelines are for). And not every thing I write will be fit for public consumption. Heck, an iceberg-chunk of some things I wrote still make me go, “Wtf, these shouldn’t even see the light of day!” But what some people don’t get is that I’m not in this for the rare possibility of being suddenly catapulted into the spotlight out of obscurity (not a spotlight hogger), or living off on royalties (good luck on that 😉😉). I count myself lucky I got something published in print and got acknowledgement letters for some pieces I submitted than nothing at all. But even without recognition, I will still write. For myself. For love, for life, for personal growth. I write because it’s my calling. It’s what my soul is drawn to do, to be, to share with the world or a handful of precious loves. And when it’s something your soul calls out for you to do–whatever it is, getting paid for it is a welcome bonus, like that longed-for slice of decadent cake at the end of a meal, or the extra yummy drizzle of caramel or chocolate sauce on your sundae. 💖