Thursday, January 29

"You've slipped under my skin, invaded my blood and seized my heart"
There's something about him that turns my insides into mush. - dgt

Thursday, January 22

A feeling... but it's everything.

Wednesday, January 21

The funny thing is that, even in my dreams you're still an asshole. - dgt

Thursday, January 15


Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you. A universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you. Where no one becomes a doormat. Where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues. A universe where we’re happy without wondering if that happiness is some messed-up game ready to topple at the slightest quiver. A universe where we’re comfortable and sure. Where I don’t second guess everything and I’m not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe there’s a universe without all the noise in my head and the pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence.

Thursday, January 8

Start of Something New. New Year, New Life.

Last year was by far, the most eventful year of my life. So many things have happened. Good, Bad, Dreadful, but nevertheless, I’m still thankful to God, with his help I was able to survive my 2014.

I lost someone that’s so special to me, that fact alone is enough to make my 2014 a hurtful year. Until now everything was so clear, like it all happened yesterday, the pain is still fresh, every time I hear the word “daddy” I'm finding myself on the verge of tears, it’s like an automatic reaction to that word. I know that everything will never be the same again; we will always feel incomplete, like there’s something missing. I know he’s up there watching us, laughing at our silliness, shaking his head at our stupidity, smiling when we’re happy, frowning when we’re sad and if there’s one thing that I totally regret, it’s the fact that I wasn’t able to express my love and gratitude for him, when we can still talk to him, when he’s still with us, I think I never make him feel that I love him and that I’m thankful for everything he has given me and my family, that regret has bound me to an anchor that keeps on pulling me under. We just can’t let go. I know there’s nothing to worry about; he is with God now, probably eating his favorite food, doing the things he love. Everything happens for a reason && things will never be perfect in life. All good things, will come to an end.  We just miss him, we will forever miss him, and we will forever love him.