My name is Sarah. I love rain and sunshine and the color pink. I love to write and would gladly sit down to write you a letter, or a story about a bee and a cricket in a boxing ring. While balloons make me extremely happy and I view flowers as little messengers, I also have an affinity for the unusual. I'm deeply fascinated by tornados, alligators, and criminals, among other things. Some of the sweetest moments of my life have been conversating with God while riding my bike. I don't believe in regrets, only learning. I find a very sweet taste in breathing in deeply. AND I believe and am completely comitted to a four-letter word. . . LOVE! This site is just all the things that I love or that inspire me or that are me or just make me giggle or laugh or feel empowered. It's basically just my online scrapbook/diary. It's my insides coming out in web format. :)
I want nothing more than for you to be the person I come home to and get to fall asleep next to every night.
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There are some people who could hear you speak a thousand words, and still not understand you. And there are others who will understand — without you even speaking a word.
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Sometimes you meet someone and even though you never liked brown eyes before, their eyes are your now favourite colour.
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Write her a letter, send her flowers, love only gets old if you let it.
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I have felt pain a thousand times from you, and every time it feels like the worst pain to bear. Is it because I love you so much? Probably. Which is also coincidentally why I will keep taking the cutting words the hurtful despondent gestures and the disgusted looks of rejection time and time again. Because sometimes in the middle of that is the softest sweetest kiss, or the most convicted and emotional embrace, or this intensely believable and passionate whispered “I love you.” That’s what I fight for. Those are why I endure the pain of the knife-like words and the piercing stares over and over and over again… But just know that every time I endure it, I’m weakened. I’m less of me. I hate myself more than I did the day before just for one more drop of “I love you.” I will sacrifice myself for love til there’s nothing left of me at all.
Question: do you need someone? Or do you need me?
Maybe the wolf is in love with the moon, and each month it cries for a love it will never touch.
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