Cliché

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“If you’re not happy with yourself being single, you won’t be happy in a relationship either. You have to create your own life first before you can share it with someone else.”

“Never let someone be your priority, while allowing yourself to be just their option.”

Cliché is an expression or idea which has been overused to the point of losing its original meaning or effect. We tend to shy away from cliché because we do not want to be categorized as old-fashioned, traditional, corny or what not. At one point, we need to recognize that being overused does not change the fact that some clichés continue to be right. As we fall in love, even if it is not our first time, we are all beginners and clichés are wisdoms that remind us to be cautious and protective of our hearts. It is ok if our hearts get broken. However, it is not ok when we knowingly let it be broken.

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Misplace

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The thing you’ll misplace the most: time.

Crush

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An unarticulated crush is very different from an unrequited one, because at least with an unrequited crush you know what the hell you’re doing, even if the other person isn’t doing it back. An unarticulated crush is harder to grapple with, because it’s a crush that you haven’t even admitted to yourself. The romantic forces are all there — you want to see him, you always notice him, you treat every word from him as if it weighs more than anyone else’s. But you don’t know why. You don’t know that you’re doing it. You’d follow him to the end of the earth without ever admitting that your feet were moving.

– David Levithan

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You will probably get texts at random hours of the night like this. It means I love you.

to my wife

Sex is not a goddamn performance

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Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.

It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.

Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.

It’s not about being “good in bed.”

It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.

Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.

I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.

It’s originality.

It’s passion.

It’s joy.

Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what.

You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.

Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.

This isn’t a test.

– Anonymous

To my future husband

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My dear, I am desperate for you.

I know you are out there somewhere and I am desperate for you. Is he you? I do not know. My heart is telling me no but I am so tired of waiting that I am convincing myself that maybe.. maybe he is you.

Please be the flirty type and turn me on with every word you say. Please be the flirty type who is not afraid to hold me, kiss me and caress me in public because you love me so.

Please be the thinking type, let me win then beat me in our debate. Please be the thinking type and endure with me this over-thinking disorder. Please be the thinking type, because as our thoughts intertwine, I belong to you.

Please be strong, not physically, but mentally. Lift me up with your will and protect me with your love. Please be strong when you cry to me, to me and only me.

Please be open minded, to accept yourself, to accept me and the world we are to build together. Please be open minded for our kids and the roads that they will take. Please be open minded because only then will you realize how vast is my love for you.

Please be into sport. I will try and will fail to understand your passion for sport but I will be there at the games with you. I will be there at your practice, at your competition and at your sport meets. I will tape the games for you when you are stuck at work. I will do chest bump with you when our team scores. When you play, I will be at the sideline, cheering you on because there is nothing else I rather do.

Please know your way around the kitchen, not so you can be my personal chef but just so we can cook together. Please make the rice as I make the main dishes. When I wash the dishes with soap, please rinse them with water. As we wash the dishes together, I may stop abruptly to kiss you, simply because I love you so.

Please be the type who reads. I want to tell you about Ender’s Game and how many times I have reread To Kill the Mockingbird. I promise I will not ditch the Godfather or Catcher in the Rye even though I’m not very fond of them. Tell me about the books you read, why you love them, why you hate them and I will fall in love with you over and over again.

Please have integrity. Please stand your ground but recognize that integrity is not static. Demand my respect and I shall be at your mercy.

Please love music. Sing duet with me. Sing off-key and I will kiss you smiling. Spend hours with me getting lost in music.

Please be a Beatles fan. I want to sing In My Life to you on our anniversaries. I will hum Here Comes the Sun to you on a summer day. Please dance to Twist and Shout with me simply because we can.

Please be patient with me. I know I am no perfection. I am clingy, and weak for you. Please be patient with me because I am plagued with crazy hormones.  Please be patient with me and melt my heart during my most ridiculous moments.

Please stand by me. Truly, honey, ignore my pleads and demand. Besides your love, this is my only request. Please stand by me because I do not plan to fail you. Please stand by me so I can reach for your hand when I fall, so I can reach for your heart when I’m tired, so I can hold you when you’re down. Please stand by me because I am scared to stand alone. Please stand by me because I need you more than anything.

Until the day we meet.

Reality

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There is no fine line between dreams and reality. There are stairs leading from dreams to reality that you must climb to pass.

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