Marriage and My Commitment Issues Part 2

Going through all that I have with this woman…all the heartbreak, the nights that turned to mornings having long conversations about how different we were, the paths we were taking, the places we were at and where we were going…all of that added to my perspective shifting dramatically. Being away from her mentally, physically and spiritually made me see her greatness in a way that I never had before. Continue reading “Marriage and My Commitment Issues Part 2”

Marriage and My Commitment Issues

The idea of commitment for the longest time freaked me out. I think a lot of it had to do with all the different types of personalities I would come across, especially the last couple of years of my life. I think the further I was able to travel from home, the more my perspective grew…as it should happen. The more people I met…it scared me, thinking…

”How am I going to end up committing to one person, so young.” Continue reading “Marriage and My Commitment Issues”

Cycle

Loving you is quiet sunsets overlooking the sea. The sea gently hitting the shore whispering of the passionate night to come. The sky reaching to meet the ocean until one gets lost in the other, never quite knowing where one begins and the other ends. The sky painted with different hues of a fire that only lovers know.

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Homesick Thoughts

I have an absolutely lovely friend who on occasion will share her beautiful words with me. I tell her to keep writing, because she can create magic with her words. Her name is Irma Lizeth Medrano Ramirez, but where the “I” is pronounced as an “E” and the “R” has a soft roll to it, so that the name just rolls off the tongue like soft lilting poetry. Continue reading “Homesick Thoughts”

Thoughts

Today I am sad. Today, I need to be asked how I am a few times, because the first ten times you ask, I’ll probably lie. The eleventh time I’ll tear up, because the memories will hit stronger than the first ten times. Finally, after a couple more prods, when you ask the thirteenth time, I’ll give in to the desire to break down in tears. September 13th marks the anniversary of the birth of an angel who came and went from my life.

It’s funny, because I am not one to run from my feelings. In fact, I’m known to explore those feelings of hurt and encourage those around me to explore their own hurts and learn and grow from them as well. But, this one hurts a bit different from all the rest. This cut deeper. Time waits for no man or woman and in this case the saying is no less factual. Time passed and life kept moving. This little angel’s memory drifted further and further from my mind…like holding on to water in cupped hands. I no longer remember if her black curls were really as raven black as my memory recalls, or if her piercing gray eyes were the same shade as her grandmother’s?

Who she was to me is not important to you. Who she was to me and the place she held in my heart can no person ever hold ever again. Today I mourn a life gone too soon. Today I celebrate a spirit that was always dancing and exploring new adventures. This one is for you, my love…meri jot.

Oblivion

I have this fleeting notion of oblivion. An oblivion where time stands still and there is nothing more than the width between two parted lips. Here is the perfect moment. I read somewhere that sometimes even better than a first kiss are the few precious moments leading up to the kiss. Here, everything that was, will be no more. Here, there stands a moment of opportunity in time, where I and the lips that I am about to behold, will give light to a godly creation of our making. Continue reading “Oblivion”