Thursday, November 22, 2012

Reasons…

In my world, no one does something without a reason. And if you don’t tell me the reason for doing something, I will make up a suitable reason for you. And even if you do provide a reason for your action (or inaction), I will second guess and evaluate and analyze that reason’s validity.

You see, I want to be really sure your reason is true. You may say it’s one thing and in reality, your reason is another. And you may not intend to lie about your reason, but the end result is the same. Your reason you verbally stated is not actually your reason.

Thus, the precedent is set—I must evaluate any and all reasons, for I, the great Jessica, could very well uncover the true reason for what you have done or not done. I could unravel your life or put it all back together by this one revelation.

It’s important, people. Very very important. So give me your reasons, and I’ll give you my expert opinion on whether or not this is your reason. Or I’ll just make up a reason for you not giving me a reason.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

I hope you know…

How much I love you.

How much you’re involved in every thought I have.

The lengths I’d go to make you happy.

The amount of respect and adoration I hold for you.

The way my heart sighs when you look at me like I’m your whole world.

That I fight with everything I have to be better because you’re so great.

That I’d turn the whole world over to look for you if you ever decide to leave.

That I appreciate you and the little things you do more than any words I could string together.

That you make me believe in love and happiness.

I never knew how there could possibly be someone who’d be my soul mate, lover, and best friend all wrapped in one who could match me as perfectly as you do.

I notice everything you say even if you don’t think I do.

I am terrible at making decisions only because I want the very best for you and doubt myself at every turn because you deserve much more than I can ever give.

I am exuberantly grateful that your choice was me.

I often think about my checklist I made to God before ever entertaining the thought of you as mine, simply because my checks outnumber the things on that list…you’re everything I asked for and so very much more.

I love you. Now, and for the rest of my life.

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