i received a beautiful gift this morning, a poem from another blogger:
Time to Grow
feel the sun or is it shame
in the end it’s me to blame
trivial past I can’t let win
take this life and give it a spin
blinders off I see it all
hopefully tomorrow I will not fall
broken reverse its forward I go
no stopping now I have to grow
~ by Tim Zauto
Thank you so much for the poem.
If you are going to fall in love with me, it’s only fair that you know what you are falling in love with.
You are falling in love with my insecurities, and my obsession with trying to figure out what everyone thinks of me. You are falling in love with my immaturity, my constant need to feel loved and appreciated, my overactive tear ducts, my internet obsession, and my tendency to jump to conclusions. You fall in love with my troubled past, my unrealistic hopes and dreams, and the fact that i seriously believe they could come true. You fall in love with my wild temper, my illogical thought process, and how i’m a hopeless romantic at heart, despite my feminist views.
If you fall in love with me, you fall in love with my self-doubt, all my imperfections, and my perception that nobody could ever love me. You fall in love with the history that has caused me to think this way. But you are also falling in love with the way my eyes will smile when i’m with you, the way i’ll text you in the mornings just to tell you i hope you have a great day, and at night, to wish you sweet dreams. You’re falling in love with the occasionally thought-provoking things i say, and the silly things i do in an attempt to see you smile. You are falling in love with the way i blush when people ask me about you, and how i’ll hold your hand, even if we’re fighting.
But to me, the most important thing will be that you are falling in love with me, despite my thinking that it is impossible.
They say “opposites attract” but I think people like us fall in love with people like us. We fall in love with ourselves. I think it takes more than just anyone to be with one of us. We see the deeper parts of people. We long for their souls, for their garden of thoughts, for feeling their backbone, their spine, inhaling the words they breathe. We see more in people because of what we know ourselves.
I think we fall in love with people like us, people with beautiful words, and thoughts, and glances at strangers and artistry. We can’t just wake up in the morning and go to work. We want to lie in bed, count the freckles on our shoulders, how many times a raindrop hits the window. We breathe differently. We strive off of beauty, that’s why we can’t settle for just anyone who’s different. There’s got to be a person we find beauty in. Who thinks, and feels, and wonders as remarkably as we sometimes do.
I think we fall into people who are a lot like us because they understand, appreciate, relate, and know the way we experience and feel. And I think that’s important. They say opposites attract, like magnets, they’re pulled, from different places, ending up together. But we don’t need opposites, or magnetic force. We’re on the same side, north or south. We don’t need to be pulled together. We’re already there.