Organized Thoughts Of a Disorganized Mind

111 Percent

2010-08-21T05:29:00.000-07:00

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Yes, it hasn’t been easy lately. But as you’ve said, we’ll take our suckiest days together over not being with each other.

I think we’ve become different people in the sense that we have another person to care for besides ourselves. And we are no longer islands. There’s no more Melandia or Normandy. Just Poypotopia.

I try to always be there for you because I don’t want to miss a single minute. Some say that a couple seeing each other everyday is bad for the relationship. I don’t buy that for one second because married people live under one roof. But it is true that a little alone time won’t hurt.

You’re too generous. I’m not as kind as you say I am. But I try to be a decent human being.

I don’t think you’re selfish. I know you’re giving this everything you’ve got and I am thankful for that. I think I’m the more selfish one because I’m overprotective and can be quite demanding. And since I acknowledge that I can be selfish, I try to make an effort to put your needs above mine. Even if it may hurt sometimes, because that’s the essence of giving.

You’re always good to me, even when I’m at my worst, and that’s more than I deserve. You sacrifice daily to keep our routine. You put up with my idionsyncrasies and make an effort to work on your issues. The tears you shed you swiftly replace with a reassuring smile, to say that it’s alright.

I promise that I won’t stop trying. I owe it to you and to myself.

A promise is a promise. Sealed with a pinkie swear. And a chuu.

110 Percent

2010-08-21T01:51:00.000-07:00

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It hasn't been easy lately. And it's not because we've become different people over the last three months. It may have been the adjustments, the different routines. Still, we try every day. We make it work. Because that's what being in a relationship means. While others are making a huge deal out of giving and taking. Here we are, just trying. And I think that as long as we don't stop making an effort, we'll be okay. We'll get past these little problems. We'd love each other more. That much I believe in.

So I say: To you, who owns this blog...You, who's always there for me when I'm at my most selfish. You, who takes on my cares and gives me and my family all the love that is in your heart. You, who sacrifices daily to make me happy. You, who takes me to the whole gamut of my emotions. You, who never gives a care about what others think. You, who knows me better than I know myself. You, who stops at nothing to make me smile. You, who will hold my hand when we're both old and gray. You, the keeper of my heart...

Promise me that you won't stop trying.

Grow Old With Me

2010-01-01T18:31:00.000-08:00

Disclaimer: the words to this Charles Kelley song may not be entirely accurate as this is a transcription. Happy 100 Potpot

The photographs are scattered on the floor
so I can see your smile when I’m not at home
I call you up every single day
just to hear you breathe
you can hear me say

That if you’ll hold me, hold me so close
I’ll never leave you or let you go

So grow old with me
and tell me that you’re gonna love me forever
Grow old with me
I’ll sing you to sleep tonight

You find my good side when nobody can
always there for me, still the best of friends
I don’t deserve all the love you gave
but now I’m strong enough to see us through the days

And if you’ll hold me, hold me so close
I’ll never leave you or let you go

So grow old with me
and tell me that you’re gonna love me forever
Grow old with me
I’ll sing you to sleep tonight

And I’ve been waiting all of my life
I’m down on one knee tonight

Asking you to grow old with me
and tell me that you’re gonna love me forever
Grow old with me
I’ll sing you to sleep tonight
And I will sing you to sleep tonight

Dribbling. Drabbling. Droubbling.

2009-11-16T07:13:00.000-08:00

Dribble

It was a rainy Friday night which caused the biggest deluge in decades. She stormed into his life in the same manner – strong and completely unexpected. The downpour caught him totally off guard and opened up a floodgate of emotions that he never thought was possible.

Until there was her.

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Drabble
I used to believe that too much happiness is not for me. But I will not be an ingrate to say that heaven has been unfair. Maybe it was my way of saying that sh*t happens and life goes on. Or me trying to cover up the many times I’ve screwed up. Nevertheless here I am again, allowing myself to resume the pursuit of happiness because miraculously, the chunk of cold stone in my chest has been transformed back into something warm and capable of feeling. And I’m gratefully hopeful but scared, terrified even, to be once again vulnerable, human…

Droubble
It wasn’t exactly love at first sight but there was definitely something about Potpot that caused butterflies to flutter in Popoy’s stomach that fateful Friday night. Popoy had only known Potpot for less than a week prior to their first date but he had this inexplicable longing to see her in person as soon as possible. Potpot wasn’t aware that she struck Popoy’s fancy the moment she asked him what he thought about a certain pointy-eared humanoid. The two started a daily online correspondence, and with every witty exchange, he found himself wanting to learn more about her. A dinner date was set and there were so many things that could have gone wrong (almost being “chaperoned,” the weather, Potpot not liking her food, Popoy talking about the ex, her mom’s incessant texting) but thankfully, didn’t. Though he regrets that he wasn’t able to fully appreciate Potpot’s beauty because he was distracted by her green eyes and fluffy hair, Popoy was quite taken by her sweet smile. They were together for just a little over three hours but it took only 180 minutes for Popoy to realize that he was quickly falling for Potpot, falling recklessly like the pouring rain…