Pagina del amor

Yesterday, Juan told me that his grandma told him she has two reasons to live– Sofia and me.

Today, in all my conversations and thoughts, one topic stood out particularly from the rest. Love. Never one to be a mushy person before, nor someone whose boldness exceeded that required to boldly proclaim my affection for people who hold me together, I now advocate the truth that I never beheld much before– Loving silently is almost the same as not showing your love, and thus almost the same as having the other person unaware and never allowing them the chance to experience it.

I cannot explain why I feel such an urgent need to write this, but suddenly it dawned on me that silent love is selfish love. Love freely, and you gain so much in return; no longer bounded by fears of rejection, your love opens up boundaries that held you down before. Love silently and you bury this big burden of secrecy, bound by straps of regrets which you are desperately wishing to break.

In my life, I have been blessed with family and loved ones who show me what true love is, whose unchecked shows of affection always touch me to tears. No amount of words can ever describe the gratitude that fills me everyday.

Amor, sos un de estes personas. vos tenes tanto amor para dar. Es mi gran honor que estoy la mujer tu elegiste. gracias.

” Time is too slow for those who wait,
too swift for those who fear,
too long for those who grieve,
too short for those who rejoice,
but for those who love, time is eternity. “
–Henry Van Dyke

Fresh beginnings; this clean page.

Those more intimately involved in my life will know the unpleasant happenings which led ultimately to this new space. A dashingly bright spring domain; flourishing with the joy and quiet confidence of knowing that those who love me unconditionally will definitely once again see me through.

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One year ago;

Sometimes digging around the archives and reading past writings surprise me. This date exactly a year ago, I poured to keyboard and mouse the inner yearnings of my soul’s desire for a need to live life fuller, love more, be less superficial. One year later, I know I still have a long way to go, but reading Bending Time Backwards certainly made me think, again.