I find myself to be a contradiction...

"I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth."

Will love ever find me? Why has it not? I'm not hiding. I am most certainly not playing hide and go seek...then again, maybe I am. I am just the one needing to be found, and It is not my place to seek it out. Maybe love is something that just comes to you? Maybe love is something that should not be even compared to a game. I refuse to be that girl that relies on a man to live her life peacefully, so why is it that as I sit here before you now, questioning when love will find me? Why should I care so much, if I say I truly do not care?
Aaaah, contradiction.


Maybe sooner or later, I will actually have something lovely to write about.
so that I might actually challenge your mind to a new thought.



something that just came into my thoughts.
-as your fingertips collide and a pair of hands become one, you feel the tingling sensation moving throughout your fingers, and you feel the warmth in between your palms gaining temperature with every pulsate of your own heart. you lean your head in on his chest and recognize the melody being played like a kick drum. The melody harmonizes beautifully with your own and you exhale, relieving you of all false negativity. You finally have found your place in this life, and that's right there, listening to his melody. Hoping some day, you might be apart of his song.