This is my Happy Place!
by , 09-27-2008 at 05:35 PM (1947 Views)
I was going to blog about all that I've been up to lately, but I see no point. So I've decided to post about the greatest thing of all... I have finally found that which everyone seeks. I have finally found true, enduring love.So this is love. It is so powerful and beautiful it threatens to bring me to my knees. I want to cry that I have been blessed with such a person. Thomas. It is a wonderful feeling to call someone yours, but even greater to call yourself his.
Love is concern for another, beyond the simple care for a human being. It is willingness to pledge yourself to him. It is endurance of years. And best of all, it is mutual.
As I sit here and put a soundtrack to my life, more and more love songs pop up. And what I once thought were exaggerated lyrics, are truths-- and I know how it feels to be in love. It is not being nervous around him-- it is being completely comfortable. It is not just thinking about him all the time-- it's the feeling you get when you do. It is a complete disregard for differences, which makes you realize how Romeo and Juliet did it... that is, abandoned their feud, and families for one lifetime together.
Unlike the Shakespearean couple, Thomas and I will NOT be cheated out of our lifetime. We shall have each other forever.
I miss him when I saw him yesterday.
This is part of a conversation we had. I he asked me what I saw in him. I answered, and asked what he saw in me...
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Lets see, aside from your stunning beauty? Lets see, obviously brilliant, and though I haven't heard you play, your dedication to cello is amazing. Actually your dedication to just about everything is amazing to me. But beyond all that, you're still a warrior on the inside. That's pretty rare these days.
Hope you're sleepin' well!
Love you too ♥
Night, Amber.
Amber Houston
September 26 at 5:30pm
The last part really struck me. I suppose you've figured me out. I don't think I am particularly pretty, but your persistence is making me question that... But... I do feel that I've a warrior's heart, and belong more in ancient times as Boudicca, the Celtic Warrior-Queen who called Nero a pansy, and later defeated him in battle. I trust few people, I have an agressive personality, I am overly competitive. I carry myself with an arrogant pride, and bear acidic sarcasm with more grace than I could bear gentleness. I behave impulsively and irrationally. My personality is bold, and slightly acrid. And it seems out of place in this era. I especially will not allow people to touch me that I do not trust very well, though many would consider it an honor.
For you, on the other hand, the honor is your entitlement; never be afraid to touch me-- I am yours. My heart belongs in your care, my hand in your hand, your arm around my waist. Every part of me belongs to and with you.
And I am not ashamed of feeling this way, though I'm guessing I should be... I don't know... For once, I am confused.
But I know with every beat of my heart that I love you, and when I am fully a woman (Oh, were that three years but shorter!) I still shall. You are everything I'll ever want and need. You are sweet and kind, but protective; gentle, and beautiful, and masculine. Chivalry has not died in you yet. You treat me as if I am a lady, even though I am still legally a child. You are encouraging, bright, and humorous. In your eyes, I see my future, and there's nowhere else I'd rather it be. ♥
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And he is mine, and I am happy. And I don't care that he is twenty, and he doesn't care that I'm fifteen. And my parents are okay with it, and the Volunteer coordinator knows and approves, and Marc (who I expected to eat my face off) "awwed" at me, and said that he approved, and when I asked why he wasn't killing me, it was beause Thomas was one of his best friends, and "not a creep."
And three years from now, I'll be 18 and he'll be 23, and we can be with each other for the rest of our lives. This just feels so right. And for now the ring I have so long worn on my right hand ring finger has moved to my left hand, as my personal indication of being taken, as I shall be for the rest of my life.



