daniellefaith4
I feel like I already know my husband. We've been officially together since yesterday. I don't get that same glowy, butterfly feeling I get that I did with my first love, but he grounds me. Calms me. Reminds me that it's okay to still be hurt, but helps me along the way. He's holding my hand along the treacherous path. And we've only known each other for a few weeks.
I'm almost running on automatic. I walk around everyday, a legitimate smile on my face, but it's almost hard to feel real. I have amazing people around me, but my responses feel automatic, my smile feels automatic, my reactions and actions feel automatic. I don't know why.
I can't relate to you any more. I don't even know you. I know, it's seemed like forever since we last spoke... It's only been two weeks. But I don't even know what you're like any more. Who you've become. What you're up to. What you're doing. In some ways it kinda hurts, but I've numbed myself to that now. I don't feel anything. You helped. I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me because I couldn't handle it.
The echos. A type of music. Reminds me of the new movie Arthur with Russel Brand when the girl takes him to an archway and tells him about the acoustics. It's pleasant. Reverbs...
I smiled and snuggled deeper into the mass of softness. It smelled like my perfume, from the last time I had stayed home sick... It was warm and comforting, inviting and lovely, just like I remembered it. I closed my eyes and cuddled deeper into my small piece of heaven... My snuggie.
The thing in her hands was obsolete. Old. Dusty. Nonworking. Yet, it fascinated her. It smelled like memories, made her think of all the thoughts and ideas it had captured. She smiled, raised it to her eye, and pressed the button. To her surprise, it clicked, seizing her own small memory.
Aimlessly, she wandered through the old library. She ran her fingers across ancient bindings, squinting curiously at the strange names and titles, trying to understand their underlying meanings. She took in the smell of dust and old paper, and smiled. This was home. This was where she belonged.
One day I'll be a part of one. I'll be famous and successful, and everyone who's a part of it will know exactly who I am. They'll be proud when I come to their meetings, seeing that someone so successful made it through.
Most days, I'm not sure where I get my strength from. Maybe it's from my friends, maybe it's from my neurotic and absolutely crazy and irresponsible siblings, maybe it's from my amazing mother, maybe it's from my perfect boyfriend. I'm really not sure how I manage to make it through to day. But in the end, I manage to find the strength to carry on.
Success is inevitable, as long as you put your mind to it. All you have to do is think, "In 10 years, I'll be ______, with ______, doing ______, and I'll be happy and successful." Put your mind to it, and success will be at your willing.
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