Getting it off my chest

So, you want the truth. Here it is. I love you.

Ok?

No, I know it isn't ok. You don't want to hear that I love you. You don't want to hear that no matter how hard I try to pretend it isn't so, I can't stop thinking about you. You don't want to hear that every time you are in pain, I just want to hold you in my arms until the pain stops. You don't want to hear that my heart aches every time I see you, every time I hear your voice, and every time someone says your name. You don't want to hear that the happiest moments in my life have been the ones where I am just sitting and talking with you, or that the simple sound of your breathing is more soothing to me than hours of meditation.

You don’t want to hear any of that any more than I really want to say it.

Well, maybe you don't want to hear any of that, and maybe I don’t want to say it, but that doesn't make it any less true. Me not saying these things before now doesn't mean that I haven't thought them every day since I met you, because I have.

So there it is. There is my heart at your feet. Take it and treasure it or stomp it beneath your heel, because it doesn’t belong in my chest anymore, and it hasn’t for quite a while, I've just been too scared of the consequences to admit it

Just a Moment

Have you ever pondered the question, "If I could spend the rest of eternity in one moment, which moment of my life would I choose?"

I know I have.

What does it say about me that I know the exact moment I would choose? There's no debate, no questioning involved, the moment is chosen in my mind.

But moments don't last. Even if they seem to stretch out to eternity, a moment is just a moment. So even though you will never be able to spend the rest of your life in one moment, you can do everything in your power to repeat that moment over and over again. Barring that, sear the image of that moment in your mind. Cling to that moment like a castaway clinging to a piece of driftwood. For only that kind of moments, the ones that take our breath away and make us want to experience them forever, make life worthwhile.

Happy Monday

Good Morning (or if it isn't, Good Afternoon, Good Evening, or Good Night),

I love you. There, I said it. Stop looking around. I didn't tag anyone, because this is for everyone - that includes you. I purposefully did not post this on Valentine's Day because I think it is ridiculous that society feels a need to set aside a day for something that should be expressed as often as breathing. With my every breath, I love you.

Whether I know you or not, whether I have held you in my arms, kissed you, spurned you, ignored you, or seemed to hate you, the truth is, I love you. I don't care if our political or religious views clash; I love you. It doesn't matter what has happened or will happen between us; I love you. Whether the words we may have or may one day share are full of laughter or sharpened like knives, I love you now and will love you still.

I love you because we are connected. Connected by something integral to our existence. We are all part of this universe. More than that, we are part of this tiny speck of space dust we call Earth. Even more, we are both humans. Of all the creatures on this small spinning globe in the vastness of the universe, we are two members of the same species that makes up an infinitesimal portion of the life on it. We are more alike than we are different, and there is nothing that can change that - just like there is nothing that can change the fact that I love you.

So if ever you feel unloved, if ever the universe seems to be crashing down around you, read this. As you do, reach out and touch the screen, and know that as you do, I am reaching out through time and space to touch my screen back. There, on either side of the thin screens, our hands will be pressed as if a mere pane of glass separates us. Through that thin pane, feel my love and know that someone somewhere will always love you for exactly who and what you are.

Love,
George

PS - Yes, I know I cribbed off of myself and repeated some earlier posts of mine, but this was originally a Facebook note. I'm fairly certain that most of my Facebook friends don't read this blog, and I may love you, but I'm far too lazy to rewrite this to keep from repeating myself.

The Cords That Connect Us

Every person you meet attaches to you a tether that binds you together. Each begins as thin as a hair, but over time, the layers build up until the tether is thick as the steel cords of a suspension bridge. Depending on the person and the relationship, they can be as smooth and gentle as silk or chafe like roughspun hemp. The trick to getting through life is to find which are the smooth tethers and strengthen them, while severing the rough. The more rough connections in your life, the more pain and discomfort you will feel. Cut the rough cords and treasure the gentle.

War Criminals

We are all repeat offenders. We put ourselves through hell and back over and over. We hurt the ones we love. We hurt the ones who love us. More than anything though, we hurt ourselves.

If anyone else did the things to us that we do to ourselves, they'd be in violation of the Geneva convention's ban on torture.

The Strength of One

Much can be said with small words. Words of one syllable are strong.

Look and see:

Hi.

Bye.

Why?

Why not?

Ere you can save the world, you must first be saved.

Save me so I can save you.

I saved you, for you once saved me.

I miss you.

Do you miss me?

What would you do if I kissed you?

What would I do if you kissed me?

Take my hand.

We are all one.

We are all the same.

I loved you.

I still love you.

I will love you till the end of time.

The Generic You

I often say “You” when I write in this. Sometimes it refers to a specific idea (such as in the post “You. . .”), but the majority of the time, the word “You” in my ramblings is a generic term. I literally mean “You” when I write it. I am not writing to any specific person when I write, I am writing to each and every person who reads this. So, when reading this, know that I am speaking directly to you, the reader. The person currently reading these words. The person looking at a screen and for some reason reading the rantings of a madman.

Wait you might say to yourself. He said he loved me. He said that I saved him. I do, and you did. Whether I know you or not, whether I have held you in my arms, kissed you, spurned you, ignored you, or seemed to hate you, the truth is, I love you. I love you because we are connected. Connected by something integral to our existence. We are all part of this universe. More than that, we are part of this Earth. Even more, we are both humans. Of all the creatures on this small spinning globe, we are two members of the same species that makes up an infinitesimal portion of the life on it. We are more alike than we are different, and there is nothing that can change that.

Just like nothing can change the fact that I love you.