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Wednesday, November 6, 2013 at 6:59 PM
Amour de ma vie,
These past few days have been a whirlwind to you, wreaking havoc into your system and crashing your steel armor to solid ground. You may think you are a disappointment, but I want to remind you again that if you need reassurance, you just have to see yourself through my eyes. You are a wonder. I don't know if it's possible for you to comprehend how much I am mesmerized by you. Every time I look at you, I catch my breath. Every single time. You still have that effect on me. You are bursting with confidence. It is not arrogance, but the kind of self-assurance that draws people in. You are a ball of positive energy and a force to reckon with. I love that about you, along thousands of other things. You are thoughtful, you are kind, you are genuine. There are parts of yourself that you reveal only to me, but most of you remain a mystery. You keep me interested without even trying. You are sure of what you want and will go in great lengths to get it. Sometimes, you have a sharp tongue, but comes with it an equally sharp mind. You cannot be easily fazed. Never let darkness fizzle out your light, that isn't what darkness is for. It is for your light to shine brighter. Lose the battle, win the war, my love. Smooth seas never made skilled sailors. Now that I have mentioned a handful of cliches, I want to tell you that you are nothing like one, overused and familiar. You are not something I've known before, something so new and valuable, like a momentous discovery, a hidden treasure. You may be a work in progress, but at the same time, an encapsulation of so many beautiful things, that I keep questioning myself if I really do deserve you. Most of the time I get overwhelmed by your existence, to the point where I fear that you can slip away from my fingers if I don't hold you tight enough. You are a natural. What you are not is compensated by the things that I love in you, see in you, think highly of you. You are not the least bit a disappointment. You have, since day 1, already exceeded my expectations. |
“In most books, the I, or first person, is omitted; in this it will be retained; that, in respect to egotism, is the main difference. We commonly do not remember that it is, after all, always the first person that is speaking. I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience. Moreover, I, on my side, require of every writer, first or last, a simple and sincere account of his own life, and not merely what he has heard of other men's lives; some such account as he would send to his kindred from a distant land; for if he has lived sincerely, it must have been in a distant land to me. Perhaps these pages are more particularly addressed to poor students. As for the rest of my readers, they will accept such portions as apply to them. I trust that none will stretch the seams in putting on the coat, for it may do good service to him whom it fits.”
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