I'm not sure when it began, that descent into the depths of falling without realizing I was doing so. Could it have been when you asked if you could keep me? Could it have been the moment that you said you wanted me to be yours? Was it the moment that you said I had never left, because in some way I'd always been with you? Was it when you said abruptly that I couldn't leave, or that you teased that I hated you because I was leaving you? I'm not sure.
All I know, I became aware that i loved you when you kissed my nose, and my heart stopped. I knew then that I had to get away from you, because if I didn't it would be you, and only you. I became aware of it, when you dipped down to kiss me, and teasingly kissed my cheek instead. In that moment, my heart stopped and I thought, kiss me. I breathed fireworks, and you hadn't even touched me.
I realized, it was already too late. You were in my heart, and I could never get away. It was like I'd stepped into quicksand, and my only lifeline was your hand held out to me, and in that moment I was afraid, but you apologized and said, "Na. I'm sorry, you are stuck with me."
That is the moment, if nothing else were to qualify, that I was irrevocably yours.
Tags: love
They say love makes everything complicated, but it doesn't, it makes everything simple. You and Me. That was everything, and it was pure. Purely simple love.
Jennifer Megan VarnadoreTags: love
Why is it when you fall in love with someone (and especially when you are trying extremely hard not to do so), the world seems to conspire against you in order to cause that person to be the only thing on your mind? It doesn't matter what you're doing: reading, driving, walking down the road. You just look up and, BANG, there is their name or some form of it. Then you smile, and you think of them. That's when you realize there isn't any way to get out of this one alive and unscathed, because it's already a battle that you've lost, and the war is going to rage on forever after.
Jennifer Megan VarnadoreCooking is like playing a violin. The bow is a tool used to play, as is the knives and other tools you use to prepare. (a chef's knife is even held in the same manner) Spices are the notes used in the score. The way the food is cooked and prepared is the rhythm and tempo. The ingredients are the violin themselves, ready to be played upon. The finished dish is the music played to its best melody. All of these things must be applied together at the right pace, manner, and time in order to create a flavourful rush of artwork and beauty.
Jennifer Megan VarnadoreTags: art music beauty cooking violin
Cheer up, love. Have faith it will get better, and if it don’t, well darlin’ that is what your knees are for. Pray pray pray.
Jennifer Megan VarnadoreThe art of chess is akin to the art of war itself; full of strategy and cunning, yet clever placements.
Jennifer Megan VarnadoreTake it and make it extraordinary, because beautiful isn’t always something noticeable, it’s often what can be seen but isn’t noticed.
Jennifer Megan VarnadoreTags: beauty
The World will give you hopeless vanity, but what will you give the World?
Jennifer Megan VarnadoreSometimes the beauty of something is created by time and experiences, and those things are often more precious to those who look hard enough, and value the burnishings.
Jennifer Megan VarnadoreTags: beauty
When you think everything is someone else’s fault, chances are that you’re looking at the wrong side of the looking glass.
Jennifer Megan VarnadoreTags: fault looking-glass
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