Reward

This was written for Beth's blog, The One-Minute Writer.
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It's not often that I reward myself,
Mostly because I don't feel that I've done anything worth a reward.
But when I do have that wonderful sense of accomplishment,
I take a moment to finally sit down,
Read a book,
Work on my novel,
Hug my cats,
Or watch my favorite show.
On the occasions where my husband feels I am not properly acknowledging an accomplishment,
He will take it upon himself to reward me,
With a night out with him;
A date for just the two of us.
And I think I like those the best.

The Reason

Maybe it's because I've been so lonely lately,

But he's been there a whole lot more than usual.

I find that he wants hugs more often,

And that he even turns off the tv in favor of helping me make dinner.

I hear his loving whispers all during the day,

Even when he isn't nearby.

Maybe it's because my 22nd birthday was recently,

But he spent a lot of time thinking of me.

I came home from work to find he had custom built me some shelving,

And I was asked to dress up for a surprise dinner out to Texas de Brazil.

We spent the evening enjoying good food,

Each other's company and even a trip through an outdoor mall.

Maybe it's because of the stress I've been though,

But he's been much more considerate the past month or so.

He continuously tells me that we will conceive when the time is right,

That it is not my fault and should be optimistic.

When I ask him why he does all these things for me,

His answer is always the same.

The reason is because it's you,

Because you need it,

Because you love it,

And because I love you.

Like His Father

I hope he looks like you.


I want him to have your eyes, and your sense of responsibility.


I pray that he'll treat his future woman with respect, and honor.


I hope that he is a hard working boy, like his father.


I want him to know that sometimes life is hard and painful, but that in the end it is all worthwhile.


I pray that he will never have sickness and heartbreak in his life, even though I know he will.


I hope that he can love fully and completely.


I want him to care about the wellbeing of any others around him, regardless of whether or not he knows them.



I pray every day, while he grows inside of me, that he turns out just like you. 

Insignificant Love

Finding the words to say "I love you," is a monumental task in itself. But finding the emotion to make it real? To make it unforgettable, and, above all, an experience to shape your life into something amazing? That is surely a challenge.


When I see you, I don't think about the dates we had, or the commitments made. Small, seemingly insignificant things come to my mind instead.

Dinner.

Candles.

Kitten.

Dishes.

Television.

Mortgage.

Frozen.

Soda.

Movies.

Laundry.

Groceries.

Vehicles.

Jobs.

Blankets.

Pillows.

Books.

And for me, every single one of those are you.

And every single one is another reason I love you.

Through The Years

hello


i love you


you mean the world to me


stay with me


i'm sorry


...


it's been too long 


i love you still


will you dance with me


i don't mean to intrude


i just want to see you smile


i'm sorry


...


hi


i love you y'know


your smile is amazing


meet me later for a drink


is your life fulfilled


it's not that i think you're sad


I miss you


i don't understand why you are still avoiding this


i'm sorry


...


how have you been


years have gone by and you're still as beautiful as before


did you create this


i enjoy talking with you


come to the river with me


it's just to visit


i'm sorry


...


hello again friend


life is well i hope


it's strange to see you here


you haven't changed at all


excitement is always easy to find


i'm sorry


...


oh it's you


i'm still alone


i don't want you to think i'm pressuring you


it won't just be me at the party


i wish you'd spend more time with me than you do


...


i miss you 

Black and White Photographs

It hurts now.

Your sounds.

Your smells.

Your eyes.

Your memory.

It tears at me. Not a day goes by where I don't wish I hadn't done what I did, said what I'd said.

If I could only prove to you...

But you ended it roughly. There's no going back now. No way at all.

I dream of your touch, your arms around me.

I dream of nothing more than the soft, happy feelings I have when I was around you.

I imagine your smile, and it is beautiful.

I remember your laugh, and it brings me bliss.

I am lost in our dreams, when everything crashes.

You attack me, shouting and even crying, though you never let me see it.

You tell me you hate me.

You tell me you never want to see me again.

Your verbal attacks continue, though the physical ones have stopped.

You walk away from me, and I break.

The pain is overwhelming.

Electricity through my veins.

Needles in my flesh.

Bullets into my brain.

If only it were over so easily.

It's been more than a year now, and I still have a picture of us on my dresser.

It taunts me each time I walk past, and it eats away at my conscience when I lay in bed.

But in that picture...

You're smiling at me.

The Cycle Continues

She spends her days alone, content to be with her paintings and dreams.

He wanders the world aimlessly, searching for meaning.

She doesn't realize there was a hole in her heart until the day they meet.

He takes it upon himself to make a move towards friendship, while wishing for more.

Her days of painting and dreaming are soon distracted by his sweet smile.

His travels come to a halt as he pushes to grow closer to her.

Her heart melts as he whispers, "I love you."

His face glows with happiness when she first tells him, "Love you."

Her awareness of the world's reality around her expands each passing day with him.

His heart softens and begins to imagine and dream more often with her by his side.

She begins to wonder after years of peace, and decides to travel.

He has become settled and no longer wishes for a troublesome lifestyle.

She argues that he's holding her back; that they had dreams together at one point.

He complains that she made him crave this stability; that their dreams are no longer one in the same.

She packs her things, ready for a new life and experiences.

He stands at the door as she prepares to leave, seemingly unaffected emotionally by her decision.

She turns to leave, and, with one quick glance back, whispers, "Love you."

He closes the door and leans against it with heavy-lidded eyes, silently saying to her, "I love you."

She spends her days alone, feeling that her dreams and adventures are lacking something important.

He wanders through his home, alone again, wishing he hadn't let his dreams walk away.

Party Rock

where are you is all the text reads.


Your chest is pounding as the music reverberates through your entire being.


find me, lover boy is my response text.


"Party Rock Anthem" by LMFAO.


You aren't even near the dance floor yet,


But your feet are already moving slightly to the beat.


You know I'll be on the dance floor,


But it's been at least five years since we last saw each other.


How do you know it's me and not another girl losing herself to the music?


You scan the crowd,


Searching the smiling faces all around you as you weave through the dancers.


Numerous times you find yourself pulled into an embrace by a random girl,


You wink and dance for a moment,


Eventually pulling away to search the crowd again.


You find me.


I'm in perfect synchronization with another girl,


My best friend,


The only other person who knows my "regular routine" to this song.


We have thrown ourselves into this song,


Moving to the beat with abandon,


Barely even noticing there's anyone other than ourselves on the dance floor.


You reach for me,


Brushing your fingertips against my back,


Pulling me back to earth.


It takes all of two seconds,


And then you and I are in sync,


No longer following my routine,


But melding two separate moves into one routine.


Before we know it,


The music has faded,


And a new song has begun.


I'm in your arms.


You're taking deep breaths,


Grinning as you stare into my eyes.


We end on a kiss,


One long overdue.

A Better Place

The way you look at me,


It's like a stranger.


You say you don't understand how it got this bad.


You tell me you don't think it's worth it anymore.


I should have protested then,


I should have said something, anything!


I remember your last touch,


Your sad eyes as you turned away from me.


If I could find you now,


I'd tell you how different it is now.


How different I am now.


But I know.


You've found a better place.


Your dreams are being played out before your eyes,


When before I held you back.


Your eyes are dry now.


The tears are gone.


They left when I was thrown out of your life.


Forgive me for being jealous,


But you were the best thing to happen to me.


And I loved you,


Still love you,


Even with the knowledge of being the worst thing to happen to you.


My life will never be the same without you.


As yours will never be without me.


You're in a better place now.


And I hope you find everything you deserve.


Even if that everything doesn't include me.




♥

I Miss Those Laser Light Shows.

Looking back, I've found that I don't miss who I was, but I miss a few key elements of what made life a little more exciting.

I used to spend a lot more time with the few friends I spent time with outside of college classes and work.

We generally just wasted the days, causing trouble and glaring at the people who considered our actions "distasteful".

I also spent a decent amount of time drinking and going to festivals with those friends, and while I don't think I want to bring alcohol back into my life, I do miss going out.

I miss the fireworks and the useless conversations.

I miss the touches and the appreciation I felt from my long gone friends.

I suppose I really just miss being a part of something, no matter how troublesome that "something" was.

I am certainly happy to be in a much more stable place now.

I love my husband, and how much he works to keep us happy.

I love my home, and how it's always better there than anywhere else.

I love my job, and that it's not always rushed.

And I love the freedom I have for most of the day, and even the silence that goes along with it.

I just wish I were a little more outgoing.

Something to make connecting with other people easier.

Also?

I wish AJ , my cousin, were closer.

:p

♥

Some Days...

Some days it starts slow, and the sun is always shining brightly.


Those days I don't hear it at all, and the day is blissfully silent.


Those are the times when my husband is more than excited to come home and see me,


And I'm more than happy enough to not only cook, entertain, and interact with him,


But to also whisper to myself what I am thankful for.


And then some days it happens quickly.


The sky is dark and I awake in pain.


I cry because I'm alone when my dreams fade away,


Because all the things I usually do with a smile suddenly become harsh and cold.


Standing up becomes a challenge,


As does caring about housework,


Or what may be going on around me.


"The atmosphere is different, and that's before I make it home." He says.


Those days not much is said,


Not much is laughed about,


And hugs are forgotten.


The tears fall down as I hear what I know he doesn't.


"You'll never be happy."


"You don't deserve it."


"He's angry at you."


"Your ideas are terrible."


"This will never improve, and neither will you."


The worst ones come when I'm alone, however.


"Where are your friends?


Your husband?


Where is the love you claim to have?"






A promise to myself?


Tomorrow WILL be better.